Beloved.

Chapter 20: Harry...

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I wake up, rub my eyes, and see my mom is sitting on the side of my bed, petting my hair. I look on my nightstand by my bed, its 11:00 PM.

"Whats going on..." I say looking up at my mom.

"Harry just left." She says, "He explained to me what happened."

"Wait, he has been here since 3:00, he stayed here for 8 hours?" I asked.

"Yeah, he takes care of you so well, its like he takes care of you better than i do. He seems really protective over you, Katlyn." My mom tells me.

"Oh." I say under my breath.

"Katlyn, i really want to help you through whatever you are going through, i just don't know how." She tells me and grabs my hand.

"Mom, im fine." i say while looking at her.

"But what if you aren't? Then what?" She asks me and tears up.

"I will tell you, mom." I tell her.

My mom looks at me confused, "You never told me before hun? What makes it different this time?"

I sigh, i honestly don't know. I just want to make my mom happy, but i have to be happy if i can ever make her happy. And thats impossible.

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I wake up, its Saturday. I look at the clock and see its about 12:00PM, i hate waking up late. I grab my glasses and head downstairs. I skip eating. I don't know what the hell i am supposed to do, no ones ever here. But as soon as i say those words, there's a knock on the door.

I go and answer it and a tall figure approaches my eyes. I look up at Harry.

"Hey, what perfect timing, i just woke up! i'm still in my pajamas!" i say jokingly, but he just keeps looking down at the ground.

"Hey?" I ask kind of confused, i motion him inside. he does so, then he hands me something as i close the door.

"Here" he says, but still doesn't look up. I chuckle.

"Thanks Harry, i can't believe you actually got my diary back-" Harry looks up at me.

"What the hell happened to your face?" I ask. There is dry blood under his nose and his bottom lip is cracked.

He responds, "i got your diary back."

"But if it costed you to get hurt it wasn't worth it?" I say. I guide him to sit on the couch.

I grab a wash cloth in the bathroom and wet it. I come back to the couch, sit down, and hand it to him. "But i wanted to, and it never belonged to Zayn." He says, getting worked up just talking about Zayn.

The room goes silent for a minute.

"So, how's school for you?" I ask. I wonder whats happened since i have been gone.

"Ah, people here and there have come up to me, but i never really talked to anyone. Still casual rumors. Zayn and his little friends are still bitches... Pretty normal."

"Oh" i say.

What rumors? Do people still talk about me?

"Big question is, how are you doing?" Harry asks, focusing on my face.

"Oh, fine." I say and scratch my neck, "my mom told me last night after you left that you calmed me down after everything," i say looking up to see if he is still listening, i cleared my throat. "you carried me to my bed and put me to sleep... How come you did all that?"

"Because like i said, i will always be there for you. And don't you ever put yourself down and make yourself seem like you're nothing, because you are much, much, much, more than that." Harry tells me.

A small smile forms on my lips.