Save You (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 28

**Harry's POV**

For the next few days, I refused to crack as much as a small smile to Skyler. I barely spoke to her but of course she didn't have a problem with it.

I know it's not entirely her fault that she forgot to tell me, but then again I don't know how her brain works. She might just be using her lack of emotions as an excuse or she could be telling the truth. Trying to see what this girl is thinking is like getting blood from a stone.

Sitting in this plain, but cosy place for the past few days has allowed my mind to relax and take a break from all the killing and drama. I'm not complaining, I needed a break, but I really just want to get this entire thing over and done with so I can get back to my life.

I wonder how the boys are doing. I heard that Liam, Niall and Zayn are trying to continue as a band without me and Louis, but it's not going very well. Not only are they disheartened but the fans are slowly drifting away from their grasp one by one. The sooner I get back to them, the sooner I can convince Louis to come back and everything will be exactly the way it was again.

I hope.

This entire experience with Skyler has changed me not only physically, but also mentally. I'm still me, they can't get rid of the real me even if the tried...but will they accept the slight change? I haven't cracked a bad joke in months let alone sung a single lyric. I've lost the will to sing after what I've experienced. I wonder of I can still sing? I hope I can.

Music has always been my escape. When I listen to music it's like everything else disappears and I'm in my own little world. I suddenly miss it. I miss being on stage and letting the music take over me. I miss letting lose and not letting anyone tell me what to do. I miss the boys more than anything. I miss my Mother. I miss Gemma. I miss Lou and little Lux. I miss Paul. Hell, I even miss the tour bus. I miss everyone. I miss everything.

I miss my life.

"Hey, Styles! Can you give me a hand in here?" Skyler's voice calls from the bathroom.

I reluctantly push myself up from the sofa with an irritated groan and pad towards the bathroom, knocking out of habit before walking straight in, not waiting for her answer.

She was standing there in nothing but her plain black bra and leggings with her back to the body length mirror, twisting her head around as much as she could so she could see her back. She had a small pair of silver scissors in her hand which she was using to cut off the stitches along the healing gash on her back, or at least trying to.

"Can you help me cut these off? I can't reach." She whined, pouting her lips when the scissors refused to cut a pice of thread. "This particular bit is so stubborn."

Sometimes her acting is so convincing, I momentarily forget about her lack of emotions all together. But I'm quickly reminded when I see the numbness behind her eyes electric yet pale blue eyes. I sighed and took the scissors from her to start removing the black stitches. Most of the gash had healed now, leaving a long red line down her back. Just looking at it makes me wince.

"This is gonna leave a nasty scar." I mumbled absentmindedly.

"Nothing new." She shrugs, making a slight pang of guilt strike my chest. I stayed quiet as I removed the small strips of black thread from her skin, tossing them into the sink. She stared blankly at the wall with her arms folded before breaking the silence. "How's your shoulder?" She asks.

"Healed." I grunted in reply. The bandage was off now; the bullet had left behind a small pale scar just on the edge of the K on my '17 BLACK' tattoo, but the pale lines that decorated Skyler's skin made me care less about the tiny mark.