When I met him.

Chapter 19 :)

"The driver was Ashton." he said tears in his eyes. I froze. I couldn't move.

Harry's aunt killed my brother. He died because of her.

"Please baby, say something." Harry said, taking my hand. I was angry, sad and confused. Why didn't he tell me that sooner? I got up and started screaming.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I shouted, my whole body was shaking. "You lied to me all this time? You knew how much he meant to me!" he got up and walked over to me.

"You knew it! You fucking knew it!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. "I can't believe you did this to me." I shouted.

"Let me explain." he said, taking my hand to bring me closer to him. But, I pulled away. I didn't want to be near him. Not at this very moment.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled. "Don't touch me! I don't want you near me! I can't believe it!" I screamed, "I hate you!" I yelled and walked out of the kitchen. I needed to be alone and in my house. Nowhere else than in my house. I put on my shoes on and called at my house to see if anyone was there.

Nope. My parents must be gone already. Great. I wanted to be alone anyway.

I opened the front door and walked out, ignoring Harry's call behind me. I just kept walking without any returns. Home wasn't far from Harry's, but it wasn't close either. It would be nice to take some air. I needed it. I needed everything right now to be honest. One thing especially. But, I couldn't do that. Not after all this time. No. I just couldn't. I wanted to. But, for Ashton, I would try my best to control any kind of self harm.

Yes I wanted to cut. I wanted to feel the pain. I just needed it.

When I arrived home, I went in my room and cried all the tears I kept inside. This was just too much, too much to handle and fuck I wasn't ready at all. Why did he tell me that tonight?

His aunt killed my brother and he didn't tell me! That was so selfish from him. I never thought Harry could do this to me. I reached my highest point right there.

I ran in the bathroom and looked everywhere to find what I was looking for. I remember Elena hiding them. She wasn't here, so fuck off. I'd just distroy the whole house and I couldn't care less. I needed a blade, and believe me, I'd find one. I opened every cabins to see if there was any sight of sharp items.

Got it.

I took the razor in my hand, and tried to break it, so I could take the blades out of it. But it wasn't working. I got even more mad and the tears didn't make it easier to see what I was doing. So, I took it and threw it on the floor and crushed it under my shoe. I heard the plastic crack and I immediatly bent to take it.

I rolled my sleeve up and put the blade on the skin of my wrist.... and slid it.

The skin broke and the blood started to rush down my arms. It hurt. I haven't done this in a long time, but it still felt amazing. I kept doing the same movements on my skin and looked at the blood falling down in the sink. In this moment, I felt nothing. But, I knew that, later I would realise what I've done and regretted it. For sure. But, I enjoyed the moment and my body calmed down. That's all I needed.

I washed my arm and put a bandage on it, because I was bleeding like I never bled before. I wasn't scared. Not at all. I didn't care if I lose too many blood. I'd just go sleep and see if I make it in the morning.

Harry's POV.

My aunt killed Mak's brother. I didn't know that, until yesterday. So, I thought about inviting my mother over so she could tell Makayla. It didn't turn out the way I wanted to. I knew Mak wouldn't be happy to hear that, obviously. But, I never imagined she would tell me that.