One Love, One Cut

"HARRY! IM HOME!" you yelled as you got home. You and Harry had been dating for a while now and since your parents died, you went to live with him.

"ALRIGHT Y/N! COME IN HERE, THE FOOT BALL GAME IS ON!" You heard him say. You rolled your eyes as you walk into the living room and sit next to him on the couch.

"hello y/n" Harry said as he kissed your cheek.

"oh Harry, I almost forgot! There's a football game tomorrow at my school. Do you want to go with me?", you said.

"I would y/n, but I plan on taking you somewhere after school tomorrow." You raised an eyebrow but you just decided to wait because you were too tired to say anything about it.

After the football game you went upstairs to take a shower and when you came out with a towel wrapped around you, you saw Harry sitting on your bed waiting for you to come out.

"Harry I need to change so get out". He faked a hurt face and stuck his bottom lip out and pouted. You started to laugh because seeing Harry pout was a rare thing, fake or not.

"Fine y/n, but tell me when your done changing", he said. You nodded as he walked out and closed the door quietly behind him. You quickly put on your long sleeved shirt and polka-dotted pajama pants and went into the bathroom which was connected to your bedroom.

You pulled up your sleeves and stared at the stars on your wrists. You've tried to count them but you would loose count every time. Harry didn't know about them, no one did. You told him that you get bullied once in awhile at school but you never told him it was all day and that everyone laughed behind your back.

He also didn't know that it got so bad you couldn't walk down the halls without thinking that every single person who glanced at you would look at your flaws and nothing else or how it got so bad you started taking the hurt and pain out on yourself and started to selfharm.

You sighed and thought about how bad today was. How a group of kids corned you and called you slut and whore and how all you did was run in the bathrooms and cry. You sighed again as you pulled out a little box in your drawer and got a key out from about the door.

You opened the little red box and stared at your collection of blades. You took out your favorite one and started to cut your wrist. Watching the blood flow down your hand into the sink. You started to cry, thinking about all the horrible things and life and how they seemed to take ver the very few good things in life.

You accidentally let out a loud sob but you quickly bit your tongue so that Harry wouldn't hear you crying. You stood still for a moment, straining your ears to hear any sign that Harry had heard you and had walked into your room. Right when you though he wasn't there, there was a knock on your door.

"y/n, are you sure your alright in there?", you heard him say through the door. You dropped your blade in shock that he was right outside the door in one of your weakest moments. Your heart was racing as you could imagine him standing there, waiting for an answer. Good thing he can't see you, you thought to yourself.

"yeah. Yeah I'm fine Harry. Be out in a second.", you said. You bent down to pick up your blade and set it down on the bathroom counter waiting for Harry to leave so that you could resume I cutting yourself.

"are you sure y/n?. Do you want me to come in?", he said.

"NO!" you said, but quickly regrouped and said, "no really Harry, I'm fine." I had locked the door when I came in, right? Surely I did, I always do. So that meant he couldn't come in even if he tried to. You resumed to cutting but paused to look at the blood running down your hand into the sink once again. You thought to yourself, how did I ever let things get so bad?

You heard the door open and Harry said, "y/n, are you sure your-" his sentence was cut off when he saw the little red box filled with blades. Then he saw your cuts and looked at you through the mirror.

Finally when you could meet his eyes in the mirror, you saw all the sadness and guilt on his face and the tears that had formed in his unusually bright green eyes. You quickly broke eye contact and spun around and looked at the ground.

"I'm so sorry Harry. It became an addiction and I-I never wanted things to get so bad but just the things they say, it hurts so bad I didn't know what to do." you saw a tear run down his face. He sighed, "Oh, y/n", he said as he rushed towards you and gathered you into a huge hug. He hugged you so tight your broken bones seemed to stick right back together.

"why didn't you tell me, y/n?" I could have helped you, moved you to a different school.", he said.

"I'm so sorry Harry", you said as you started to cry again. Cursing yourself mentally for crying because you hated crying in front if people, especially Harry.

"don't be love. It's going t be alright. I got you, it's going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay.", he said. He hugged you for the rest of the night, whispering encouraging things into your ear and saying he loves you more to the moon and back. And then you finally though, maybe things will get better. Maybe things will actually be okay.

*the end*