Scrolling through twitter seems to have become my favorite past time, I enjoy reading the hate simply because I deserve to feel pain.
Harry's POV
I lie awake, my arm draped over her petite frame, noticing she's gained a few pounds but not really caring, but I can tell she cares.
She needs medication or some shit because I'm really worried for her. Maybe something to keep her mind off everything, like exercising or something. I know she used to write a lot, writing was her escape, but now she's bad again.
I won't put her on medication just yet, I'll see if I can distract her from everything for a while. I noticed her eyes were hard and emotionless again- not that they ever fully recovered...
When I found her sitting on the ledge, I just knew I had to get her away.
She seems to be easily distracted and amused, so maybe I'll take her to the gym or something like that.
Thinking of it, I think myself to sleep, accompanied by her soft snores.
*****
The bed is empty when I wake up, fear overcomes my entirety as I rip the duvet off my body af quietly walk downstairs, finding her on the couch with her phone in her hand. I sigh, why does she do this to herself. Why does she put herself through such agony? Why does she punish herself like that?
I push the questions away before sneaking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her, I feel her flinch in shock, shutting her phone off.
"You scared me." She laughs lightly while turning around.
"Sorry." I press my lips to hers, not minding the morning breath. That's love. Her hands rest on my shoulders, a small shriek comes from her when I drag her off the couch and hold her over my shoulder.
"Harry!" She whines, her hands clutching my sides to prevent her from slipping to the floor. "It's too early in the morning for happiness." She pouts making my chuckle. Her bum hanging out of her pajama shorts.
I set her on the counter, she crosses her arms over her chest and raises an eyebrow. "Why are you so happy?"
"What? Can't your boyfriend be happy to his girlfriend in the morning, especially when she's wearing those sexy... erm... Cookie Monster shorts..?"
She laughs at my awkwardness and I move between her legs. Her hands rest on the nape of my neck and mine on her thighs.
"I'm definitely the Cookie Monster." She smirks playfully, hopping off the counter. I'm quick to grab the back of her thighs and lift her back up and set her on the counter making her furrow her eyebrows. There still isn't any life behind her gorgeous aqua blue green eyes.
"We should do something today, yeah?" I ask, swaying from side to side on the balls of my feet.
"Like what?" She asks, resting her hands flat against my chest.
"Like...." I ponder over my response. "Go bowling. You need to go outside." She offers a small smile at my preposition.
"You must really want me to go outside." She sighs, looking away. "Fine." She finally says, slouching a bit. "What about breakfast?"
"Well we probably won't go until tonight so...." She shrugs, but I can tell she kind of wants to go out, she's just afraid and needs that extra support. I'm not about to put her on pills, that's dangerous considering she swallowed a whole bottle last time.
*****
She walks downstairs wearing acid washed skinny jeans and a white sweater that says All Monsters Are Human. Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail, lightly curled, with a few strands of her bangs resting on her face, its a messy look but it looks good on her.
"Lets go!" She hops in front of me, her hands wrapping around my biceps. I grin down at her, intertwining our fingers before opening the door for her and helping her inside the car.
I start it, hearing it roar to life before backing out. My hand takes its usual place on her thigh.
"Just ignore everyone tonight." I tell her. "I mean, if they have hurtful things to say."
"I'm trying to change." She says quietly, not meeting my eyes and looking at me. She busies herself by examining her nails instead. I nod, choosing what to say. If I say too little she'll get mad, if I say a paragraph she'll get mad or bored. I can't not say anything because she'll get mad over that too, she's tricky but I love having to figure it out.
"That's good." I say, smiling slightly and nodding making her nod.
"Yeah." She replies. "But it's hard, ya know? Its not like high school where I had multiple things to distract myself with. I had sports, I could work out or write a book, I could sing or listen to music, I could clean my room and try a new makeup or hairstyle. I don't really know what to do here." She shrugs, looking out the window before biting her lip. "Sorry if I sound like a drama queen." She sighs, she's told me about someone calling her a drama queen Sophmore year and ever since she's thought she was a drama queen, and when she tried to confide in one of her friends, who later went to a mental hospital for Pam's exact problem only worse, she turned her head and didn't listen.
"You're not being dramatic." I assure, lightly squeezing her thigh. She fakes a smile while looking at me.
She opens her mouth to say something but quickly closes it, the rest of the ride being silent, not awkward, but not comfortable.
I help her out of the vehicle, some girls inside giving her dirty and hateful looks but she ignores them. I can't tell her sadness from the hate is building into anger. She always said she wouldn't take anyone's shit.
She flashes him an amused smile before speaking her mind for the first time in years it seems.
"Filthy stuck up cunts." She rolls her eyes. "So jealous." She chuckles making me chuckle and also surprises me with her words.
"What?" She asks, smirking up at him. "Just because I'm the broken and fragile little girl doesn't mean I don't have opinions." She bites her lower lip, driving me crazy, yet unaware of her seductive actions. "C'mon, we came here to have fun." She jumps in front of me, grabbing both my hands and walks backwards. "So lets have some fun."
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A/N oooohhh a change in mood for Pam! Interesting and quite shocking.
Qotd: how many siblings do you have?
Aotd: I have 3. My older sister, older brother and younger brother ugh I hate him..😒
Next chappie will be in a third persons POV so just a heads up!
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