Dear Diary [h.s. au]

Chapter Twelve.

(A/N: Get ready for massive Harry feels. Just warning you. Don't forget to read the note at the end. Enjoy :D .xx)

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DREA’S POV

This car is simply the best thing that could have happened to me in a while.

I took it for a ride for hours. I only got home - I mean Harry’s house - around 8pm.

Anne was already home preparing dinner and Harry was in the living room watching Friends.

For a second I thought about joining him as I love that show - I have every single season on DVD in a shelf back at my house - but I just shook that thought away and went to my room to take a shower and change to my pj’s.

“Drea honey, is that you?” – Anne came to the hall to look for me.

“Hm, yes I just got home. I’m going to take a shower.” – I said to her from the top of the stairs.

“Oh thank god I thought you had an accident or something you took so long… Well, dinner is almost ready so go take your shower and come downstairs when you finish.”

“Will do.” – I got in my room and quickly undressed myself getting in the bathroom and turning the hot water on.

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. The bruises on my stomach were so swollen and rosy it felt like they were never going to heal.

The bruises in my thighs were a bit better though, but still looked horrific.

The ones in my arms were the only who were so much better. You could notice a scar or two, but that was it.

Keeping this from Harry has been a hell of a ride, but I had to or he would keep pressuring me to answer his questions and he’d throw my razors away for sure.

I got in the shower. The water made my bruises hurt a little bit, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle.

But when I softly rubbed the sponge on them… Ouch.

I cringed a little bit when I got out of the bathroom. It was a bit cold in my room, even though we were in the middle of March.

That reminds me… My birthday is in a week.

I just hope my mum comes home before that so we can have our little celebration. It’s not a big deal actually, she’ll just buy a cupcake, put a candle on it and sing “Happy Birthday” to me.

I can’t celebrate anything properly without Louis.

Just when I was concentrated on finding my pj’s - Anne sure knew how to put a room in order let me tell you - I noticed I wasn’t alone.

Harry was there.

“Christ! What are you doing here ? Can’t you knock ? I’m naked !” – I practically yelled.

“You’re in a towel, not totally naked. I was just passing by to see how you were.”

“We were together this afternoon Harry.”

“Yeah, I know but-“

“Stop looking at me like that.” – Harry was basically eating me with his eyes.

It was disgusting; his eyes were all over my body.

“You keep doing it don’t you?”

I sighed. – “Look, you can’t get this away from me ok? This is the only way I can punish myself for what I did.”