Broken Desires

Give Me Love

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Chapter 7:

Harry's POV:

I woke up to Sweater Weather playing in my ears with my arm stinging like a bitch.

I knew I shouldn't have done it. But I can't stop hurting myself.

I'm so far past broken. I'm shattered.

I take a shower quickly and grab my duffle bag getting ready for a day of school, practice, and a day of constantly pulling down my sleeves.

Nobody could know, nobody could ever know my secret

Avery's POV:

** 1 Week Later **

Adrianna's eyes gazed into mine as tears prickled from her face. Her mouth was agate as if she was about to say something but I knew she wasn't, she was lifeless.

I screamed as they shocked her and her dead body as she shook up and down.

I walked over to the window where the dark night sky was drifting into the clouded morning sky. I crawled into my bed and cried, I couldn't stop.

"C'mon A-Avery" Mason stuttered his voice quivering.

"It's all my fault, M-Mason I'm sorry" my older brother embraced me in a hug repeating things would get better, and everything's gonna be alright.

But it wasn't.

Nothing would ever change.

I woke up to a light knock on the door and Spencer's voice speaking on the outside "Hey, I got a letter here for you, something about University of the Arts, London" I rushed off the bed, and ran to open the door. "Thanks" I grabbed the letter and he followed behind me walking in the room.

I quickly ripped open the letter praying I got in.

I read the first few lines and looked up at Spencer.

"Did you get in?" my face was unreadable even for myself and I buried my face in my hands. Spencer walked up to me embracing me in a hug.

"I got in" I mumbled a smile spreading across my face, he let go of me and cheered "That's great Avery" he smiled. I nodded my head and Spencer spoke "We should go out to celebrate, me, you, Liam and maybe a couple other people"

I nod excited to finally do something, I pick out what I want to wear and I settle with a red skater skirt, black knee high socks, and a simple black knit sweater. After my shift is over its around 8 and Spencer shouts at me to come to the car. I hop in his car wishing I had my own, "Where we going?" I ask trying to make small talk. "Liam's flat, just gonna hang out with a couple mates drink some beer" I nod.

We pull up to Liam's flat and we both get out simultaneously and knocking on the door, "Hey guys!" Liam slurs while balancing a beer in his left hand obviously drunk. I push past a couple people and make my way to the couch.

"You want a beer?" Spencer asks holding two in his hand, I nod my head not trying to be lame. Spencer walks away to chat with a few people. Liam makes his way over to me, but someone was standing in between us. I look up to see a boy with the most greenest eyes I've ever seen and lips oh so kissable.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat facing Liam "Harry, this is Avery, Avery, Harry" he stumbles away and Harry sits next to me. "Hey" I mumble quietly not trying to be awkward. He gives me a small nod and sips at his beer, "Hey" his raspy voice speaks. "So your friends with Liam" he just nods evidently really shy.

I take a long gulp of my beer, burning my throat the whole way down and almost choking at the horrible taste. "Where you from?" Harry asks cautiously. "New York" he nods once again, I'm usually good at reading people but the wall Harry has up, nobody can look through. And I can't help but wonder why?

I look into the crowd seeing loads of people stumble around and an occasional yell from someone in the back. Spencer is making out with some girl near the door and it almost makes me gag with how much tongue there using. Gross.

"Well I'm gonna go" Harry stands up to leave, I just nod. "You need a ride or anything?" he jingles his keys in the air. I look over to Liam who's grabbing his 5th beer and Spencer who's still making out with a girl. "Yea, um if you don't mind?" I ask questioningly he takes my hand and he pushes us through the crowds and crowds of people we finally make it out of the door and Harry lets go of my hand and walks me to his car.

I get in the passenger seat and he starts driving to the coffee shop after the few directions I gave him. "Oh fuck" I mumble and sigh exasperatedly.

Looks like my dreams of sleeping on a local park bench would finally be coming true.

"What?" Harry asks taking a quick glance at the road and then me, "I left the house keys with Spencer...therefore I have no way to get in" I sigh heavily. Harry nods then offers and idea "Um, you can stay at my flat for the night, Its small but I have a sofa bed and stuff" I consider the idea in the back of my head, Park bench or "You sure? I don't wanna cause you any trouble" he shakes his head "No you're fine" Harry's "Flat" it is.

We arrive at his house shortly after our discussion, "C'mon" I follow him up the stairs to his room. He unlocks the door and I walk into the well decorated room several posters of different bands and pictures are plastered on the wall, and a nearby guitar in the corner catches my eye. "Make yourself at home" he says while tossing his jacket in the closet.

I sit uncomfortably on the couch Harry approaches me a couple seconds later with a very large t-shirt. "I know its kinda big, but its long enough to sleep in" he scratches the back of his head nervously. "Thanks" I nod and get up to walk in the bathroom.

I start unchanging and put on the huge shirt on and it meets my knees, I get on my knees gathering my clothes when I spot a red tissue peeking out from the trashcan as if blood had been on.

I pick up my clothes standing up quickly wondering what happened, I walk out of the bathroom pushing the image to the far back of my brain trying not to pay any mind to it.

I look up only to be greeted with Harry shirtless and in sweatpants, my knees weaken at the sight as I place my clothes in the nearby corner. I look at him again his V-line disappearing in his sweat pants. My heart speeds up as he walks over to me, "You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the couch.

I nod slowly lost for words at the beautiful sight standing in front of me, He grabs a blanket off the couch and lays down on the pillow. I walk over to his bed climbing under the covers. It smells like him.

I hug the pillow tight as if not wanting to let it go.

The image of the tissue appears back in my mind and at the moment, I swore I'd find out,

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A/N: Kacey: I really hope you like this Chapter ∞

A/N: Kamryn: hope you like the book so far ❤️

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