Miley's POV
After getting off of the phone with Harry, I change my clothes and curl my hair.
Should I tell him why I used to cut?
No.. No, I shouldn't.
"Are you going to tell him?" Shay asks as if she was reading my mind.
"I don't know. I don't want to, but since he found them, I think he should know the reason."
"But I know how you get when you talk about it. Miley, just-"
"Shay, I can handle this. It was just a car accident. Some drunk dude hit my ex's car and he died. That's it."
Shay is left silent and I immediately apologize for my outburst.
In the middle of our emotional hug, there's a knock at our door.
If it's Harry, how does he even know what room we stay in?
Oh. Mike probably told him.
"Hey," I say once I open the door.
"Hi. Are you ready?"
"Yeah."
I grab my phone and say bye to Shay then head outside to Harry's truck.
"Why were you crying?" Harry asks while I'm fastening my seatbelt.
"I wasn't. I just have bad allergies," I lie.
"Right," Harry laughs.
He reverses the vehicle and I remember the day when he almost ran over me.
"So.. Why were you crying?"
Gosh, he's never going to let this go, is he?
"You'll find out later."
..
Harry parks his truck and I look out the window. We're in the middle of nowhere.
What the hell.
"Where are we?" I can't hide the panic in my voice.
"Calm down, it's just a place I go to when I need to think or something."
We walk down deeper into the grassy meadow and there are wildflowers of all colors everywhere.
I feel Harry's eyes on me while I admire the sights around me.
"Pretty neat, isn't it?"
I look up at Harry. A smile is plastered on his face.
"Yeah, it's beautiful," I say. Not only was I calling this place beautiful, but I was also calling Harry beautiful.
This is the first time I've seen him smile besides little smirks and it's wonderful.
We sit down on the dry grass and I pick at some of the flowers while Harry talks to me.
"If you want to talk about it, I'll listen." Harry lays down on the scratchy ground.
"I don't know.." I trail off.
"Okay, let's make a deal. You tell me about your scars and I'll tell you about mine. Well, I don't have scars on my skin but I have plenty in my soul."
I take a deep breath before saying anything.
"Okay.. But you can't repeat this. Ever."
"Same here with me."
I instantly feel nervous about how calm Harry is. It's like he's been through this before.
"It was one night when my boyfriend- Ex boyfriend.. Peter was going out to some party. It had already started, but he did some homework with me before leaving my house. He was always like that," I half smile.
"So when he was about to leave, I didn't want him to go. He wouldn't let me stop him, so I went with him. We were going down this road and we were laughing, enjoying each other's company.
Then when he turned onto a different road, a car came out of nowhere. It was going too fast for Peter to swerve. It hit us. It hit us so hard that Peter's car flipped. It flipped until it hit a fence."
I'm crying now and Harry is just looking at me, listening with wide eyes.
"I was dizzy. My vision was blurry. I look to my left and Peter's face is literally gone. That's when I start to yell for help and the man who hit us came to my window. We stared at each other for thirty seconds before I heard sirens. Then he ran. He just ran and never came back," I choke on my words.
"I woke up in the hospital and I tried remembering the drunk's face. But I couldn't."
I look over at Harry and his face is pale.
"Are you okay?" I ask, wiping away my tears.
"Yeah. Just shocked." He looks up at the clouds. "I'm sorry," he whispers.
"Me too."
