Help Me. I may Die! (1D FanFic)

ruh roah raggy

Harry's P.O.V.

I growl with anger and leave the table, temper flaring. I slam the chair back against the table and walk to my room, fists clenched and canines fully grown in.

I open the door slowly, eyeing the girl that is curled up into a ball and sobbing in my bed. I notice she's wearing my clothes and smirk.

"Kale" I say softly, any anger in my body pushed aside for now.

"Harry" she sniffs.

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Kale's P.O.V.

"Are you okay?" he murmurs.

"Spiffy" I say into the pillow. He puts a hand on the small of my back and I freeze. He notices and slowly takes it off, leaving my back cold.

"Listen I'm sor-" he starts.

I sit up and look him in the eye. I then grab him and pull him into a bear hug, very fast and not even saying a word. After a couple of seconds I feel his grip tighten around me. He rests his head on my shoulder and I almost smile. At his warmth. At his smell. At his grip around me. At him.

"I sorta forgive you" I say, as his hair brushes against my face.

He laughs a little bit, "Sorta eh?" he yawns.

"Yeah, but only a little bit. You could've asked first" I say.

"I know" he says, his breath hot against my neck.

He then pulls away from me, but keeps his hands on my shoulders, "Kale" he says, voice raspy, indicating he is very tired, "Will you let me see your wrists?" he says it so softly that I actually flip my arms over, and let him pull the sleeves of the sweatshirt up. He gasps,

"Kale!"

I suddenly become embarrassed and slide the sleeves back down, looking at the bed I am sitting on.

"How, when, and where did you do this? And with what?" his voice is wide awake, and booming with concern.

"When, uhm over the course of the last five weeks. Where, in the bathroom." I nod twords the closed bathroom door, "And with what? The knife I snuck from the dinner tabke one night and stashed in the medicine cabinet. Third drawer up, behind the ibuprofen."

Evern though it is 9 at night, and very dark, I see his mouth drop open as he lsts me go, and stumbles to the door, pulls it open so hard and fast it hits the wall with a loud BANG. I bite my lip as I hear frantic rustling,  and I look up to see Harry with the knife if his hand, he throws it hard at the opposite wall and it goes all the way into the wall, until where the blade stops and the handle begins.

I gasp as he grabs my face in his hands, "Listen" he whispers, "I love you. If you need to hurt yourself" he pauses, "Then you are going to take my wrists,-both of them- look me in the eyes and cut me as many times as you would yourself"

My eyes fill with tears and I shake my head. He raises his eyebrows and suddenly I understood. When I hurt myself, I hurt him.

I start to cry. "No, no, no, no,  no" he whispers,  still holding my face, " Dont cry, please dont cry" he frowns, "Way to go Styles, you made her cry" he lets go of my face and puts his hand up, swinging it to playfully smack himself. I laugh and catch his hand before it comes in contact with his face.

"Okay stop" I giggle.

"Im going to get changed, to go to bed, okay?" he says, sweetly. I nod and lay my head down on the dark blje pillow as he changes, right behind me.

I close my eyes as two massive arms wrap around my waist and he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.