Pretty or dead. ( a harry styles fanfic)

Tears for the torn.

-----------------------------------------------Savannah's p.o.v------------------------------------------------------------------

After the big fight, Harry had carried me all the way to his house and cleaned up my wounds. I winced in pain as he pressed the wet cloth to my cheek. That Sydney girl was something thats for sure. She used to be nice, but that's a long story. I got lost in my thoughts as the words Sydney said repeated in my head 'kill yourself.' She was pretty close to getting what she wanted. I was torn from my thoughts when Harry broke the silence.

"Why do you do it savannah?" He questioned.

"Call me savvy." I responded, smiling sweetly.

"Right, savvy. But why do you do it?" He said, softly.

I was confused. Harry looked up at me and saw my confusion.

"Why do you cut yourself." He said more clearly. It wasn't really a question, more of a statement. Somewhat like he was talking to himself.

"I-I-" I froze.

He saw right through me, he sees me, even though I'm invisible.

"We'll?" He said.

There was a lump in the back of my throat, and my vision became blurred with tears. I tried to push all those tears aside, but that's when Harry said.

"It's okay to cry, sometimes it helps."

That's when I lost it, I started crying. In between sobs, I managed to say,

"I am drowning, and cutting is my oxygen." I responded to his long awaited question.

---------------------------------------------harrys p.o.v.-------------------------------------------------------------------------

Her answer baffled me, I then understood in that moment.

She was alone, and she needed someone to lift her out of the ocean she was in, so she could breath once again.

I could only respond by walking to her, and pulling her into a hug.

She cried, cried so much I thought she would pass out sooner or later.

Once she calmed down, I spoke in a soft shaky voice.

"I understand now."

She just nodded. I pulled up her hoodie sleeves, that revealed her scratched up wrists.

I grabbed her arm, and put it up to my lips. I kissed each and every scar, everytime I did so, I mumbled something like 'your beautiful' or 'you are worth it' against her skin.

She was worth it.

By the time I got done kissing each of her scars, I left the most meaningful, long kiss against her wrist.

I then looked at her, lifting my head up so I was sitting in a normal position. She was speechless.

She had tears streaming down her face,

Happy tears.

In that moment I realized I was going to be there for her.

I spoke softly and said

"I want you to stop this."