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Chapter 6
Liam's POV
I don't know what came over me and I knew I would be killed if Sophia found out. But I simply nodded and wrapped arms around her waist and layed down with her.
She sobbed on my chest, me not knowing particularly what she was crying about but I felt for her. This sweet girl running from her past that I have yet to know about. I moved her closer to her and wrapped my arms around her small torso.
"Shh, well get through this I promise" she needed someone to love her someone that could truly care for her. I mean who would'nt? She was beautiful in every way her flowing hair, her luscious lips that were 'oh so tempting. Everything a guy could ever want.
She gripped my shirt tightly not wanting to let go.
And at that moment i didn't want her to either.
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Harry's POV:
"C'mon kick the damn ball STYLES, you have eyes for a reason! Use them GOD DAMMIT!" Coaches were supposed to nice right? Coach Blake spat out, his thick Irish accent ringing through my ears.
I just nod at him taking a deep breath and kicking the ball in the net.
I hate school.
Scratch that I hate life.
My life through every one else's eyes was a living fantasy but in reality it was a living hell. But I wouldn't dare show it, I wouldn't dare show the new lines that I made on my wrist every night. And all the things I tried to do to protect my Mum poor excuse of a Father.
After practiced finished I went to the showers and washed up quickly and headed up to my flat knowing what was on my agenda for the rest of the night.
I threw my duffle bag on the floor and headed to my night stand opening it quickly and grabbing the small metal object. Each scream she yelled for him to stop was each scar that being placed on my wrist every night. The blood trickled down my arm and I didn't care, this was my release. It was just a break of anxiety, the irony of pain.
I cut deeper for the time he through her against the wall and wouldn't stop hitting her over and over and over, I winced closing my eyes.
Each scar was mind shaking, and I couldn't find the urge to let the pooling tears in my eyes fall down my face. I heard a knock at my door and quickly hurried off the bed tossing the blade in my nightstand, I wiped the blood off quickly and opened the door.
"Liam?" I asked surprised.
"Hey mate, um I know it's kinda late but can I talk to you real quick"
I motioned for him to come in and he took a seat on the nearby chair "What's up?" I asked.
Liam couldn't have come in the worst time, my fresh cuts were stinging and I couldn't stop worrying about my Mum, but I still listened to what he had to say.
"So, there's this girl" I nodded "Sophia right?"
He shook his head quickly and turned to face me "No, Harry she's just so so broken" I look at the floor thinking of my life. "Who is she?" I ask nervously. "Avery, she works at the coffee shop I do and I-I feel so close to her yet I don't even know her" I nod in response "Harry, she asked me to hold her"
"Whats that supposed to mean?" I ask. "I don't know, sh- she wanted to be loved, she wanted to feel someone care for her, she's just so broken" I nodded again, "Okay, so what's the problem?" he looks down at the floor.
"I wanna help her, I wanna show her someone cares for her. I want her to feel loved again"
The urge to cut was creeping at my skin and I just said that first thing that came to mind. "Then break up with Sophia" I said it bluntly without hesitation, just trying to get Liam out of my room so I could finish what I started. He nodded slowly looking down as if broken himself, but in realization just torn between the two "I'll sleep on it" thank god. He got up off the chair and mumbled "Thanks" even though I clearly didn't deserve one.
I couldn't talk to anyone when I was in this state of mind, I sighed heavily walking Liam out. After he left I headed back to my original spot on the bed opening my little night stand drawer. In the back of my mind I didn't want to. But I needed something... anything to stop thinking of all the bad things that were happening to my Mum.
I plugged in my headphones and thought about how fucked up my life was, I cut a new line wincing as my release trickled down my arm. After I finished, my arms looked like a crime scene but I didn't care, my eyes were bloodshot.
I knew I would regret this in the morning but tonight, I couldn't think of anything else better to do.
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A/N: Deep Chapter. But aw, Harry.
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