•Harry
I can't believe I let her go. So far, I've just been sitting here with the guys drinking to numb the pain. Well more like getting wasted to avoid the fact that I know I fucked up. I screwed it all up and now she wants nothing to do with me.
"We need something. Get your mind of this whole thing." Of course Louis would say this. He hasn't pushed away love of his life.
"I miss Alex. We should call her to come over then we could do the drunken backwards game." Niall shouted. Yeah like he needs more to drink.
"I don't think that's a good idea guys." I hung my head. The whole room got quiet except the faint rap music in the background.
"What do you mean mate?" Niall asked. I guess I should get it off my chest sometime or another.
"Well I kinda kicked her out."
Liam stared at me. "And why did you do that?"
"She... it wasn't on purpose. We got into a fight over her tattoo and it just spiraled..." Everyone gasped then started laughing.
"Well it may sound fucked up but... it just... can we just drop it?" This was true. I miss her so much, but there's nothing I can do about it now.
"Really? Over a tattoo?" Louis said between laughs.
That's it. I've had enough. These few weeks have been hell for me and I don't think they're gonna change unless I do something to fix this.
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•Alex
I stare down at my wrist, then back at Stephen. And do this many times before sliding down to the ground with my freshly cut arms tucked into my lap while crying. I don't even know what to say or do. I've been caught.
"Was it because of... him?" He asked his face full of rage.
Between my cries I manage to get a few words out.
"Well it's just... everything. Him... school...people's opinions of me. It's just all... so much. " His expression softened. He sat down next to me and hugged me not caring if the blood got on him.
"Stephen?" I whisper.
"Yeah" He scurries to search the drawers.
"Why am I a freak?" He was quiet for a long time.
"It's not that you're a freak. You're not. You just expressed your feelings the wrong way. We'll work on that okay?" I nod.
"Nope no nodding. Use your words. That's our first step."
"Okay" I mumble.
He kissed the top of my head and helped me up.
"Just please don't tell the guys. I'll find a way to tell them soon. I promise." he kept his head hung low and nodded.
After he helped me clean my wrist, he wrapped them up.
He really made me understand more than I can understand myself. I truly think he could be a poet. Maybe what he said is true. Maybe I will be totally normal again, but then again... when was I ever normal?
I put on a hoodie and went downstairs to see the guys and Harry sitting on the couches.
My mind went blank. I panicked inside, but remained still on the second to last step. He stood up and walked over to me. He fixed his gray beanie and looked up at me. His green eyes met mine. How I've missed those eyes.
"Alex... could we talk?"
"Um... go ahead, talk." I look away from his gaze and readjust my bracelets.
"Alone." I can't. I can't do this yet.
"Um. I don't think so."
"No, I'm sorry. I mean, please? Now?"
Now I started to smell his breath and clothes. They reeked of alcohol.
"Call me when you're sober." He grabbed wrist and pulled me closer.
"I said please!" I winced at the super fresh wounds he's digging his fingers into. Stephen saw this and briskly walked over to us. Harry let go.
"Hey watch it. Come back tomorrow, after you're done with your hangover."
Harry almost instantly raises his hands and puts them on Stephens shoulders. He pushes Stephen into the wall and the picture hung above them crashes to the ground.
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