McFly, Tom And The Musician ||Tom Fletcher||

Chapter 64

(Trigger warning)

*Lilys pov*

I haven't moved from my place in front of olis grave, no matter how many times Harry would ring the door bell I wouldn't get up. I just wanted to be alone..

Even through the house and to the garden I could hear the bell ring, multiple times, and I began to hear my name being called - but I still sat frozen,

"Lily.." A raspy, British voice spoke from behind me,

I quickly run the back of my hand underneath my eyes and against my cheek, "Ha-Harry how did you get in here?" I stutter, managing to pull myself up and make my way over to the curly haired boy,

"I jumped the wall" he states slightly out of breath, pointing to the eight-foot wall,

"Um, how.? No offence but you don't seem like someone who can simply jump over an eight-foot wall.."

"Well since you wouldn't open the door, I had to find another way of getting to you - so I got some help" Harry replies, "Isn't that right boys!" He calls towards the wall,

There was a eruption of "yeah's" and "yeps" coming from the other, I couldn't help but giggle after recognising some of their accents,

"Now, what's up?" He continues,

"Don't worry, you'll find it pathetic.." I sigh, starting to walk back into the house,

"No I won't! common, I've been told I'm a great listener"

I collapse onto the sofa, staring at the blank TV screen in front. The cushion dips slightly as Harry sits next to me,

"My cat died.." I croak, tears once again falling,

"Aha is that it!?" Harry chuckles, I turn to face him - my hands covering my eyes except for the gap between my fingers where I could just see him, "aw lily I'm sorry" He continues, sliding closer to me and pulling me into a tight hug,

"I would say I know how you feel, but I don't.." He sighs, gently kissing my hair,

"Harry, don't worry.. you can go.."

"No no no, you're upset! Anyway I promised Tom I would take you out with us guys for some partying!"

"I'm not in the mood for partying, you should go. You're friends are waiting and you deserve to go out and have fun- you're young and handsome so go; go get drunk and party"

"If you weren't going out with Tom I'd make a move on you" He laughs, "but no, the guys have probably gone back to the club and I don't feel like getting drunk tonight"

For the rest of the night Harry and I just talked, distracting me from thinking about Oli,

"Are you serious!" I laugh, holding my stomach and collapsing down against the back of the couch,

"Yeah! Louis was butt naked and running down the hotel lobby! And it wasn't even a dare!" Harry follows my actions and slides down on the sofa, leaning his head against my shoulder,

"Hey, you're not half bad you know lil"

"Not too bad yourself curly!" I chuckle stroking my fingers through his luscious locks,

"Now you understand why I'm curly in your phone" he states leaning up and sticking his tongue out, "Well I should be going, see you sometime soon"

"Yes you will, thank you for being here Harry" I say standing up and giving him a quick hug, he returns the hug but quickly changes the nice mood into an inappropriate and childish mood by beginning to spin around - still with me in his arms.

"Harold put me down now!" I scream, giggling slightly,

"Fine, just because you used my full name" He laughed putting me down. He moved his hands to my arms, lightly squeezing them. Wow I thought to myself he has really nice eyes, and his cologne: so intoxicating.. Those cheekbones; could slice a finger open on them.. Mm his lips look so.. wait.

Harry slowly made his way slightly closer towards me, wiping his tongue against his ruby lips and his forehead leant against mine. Something about this moment wasn't letting me go: it might have been his cologne, or his heart stopping eyes but either way I felt frozen.. Taking a quick glance in his eyes as they meet mine; he suddenly steps backwards, running a hand quickly through his hair,

"I.. um- I'll see ya lil" He stutters before making his way quickly towards the door.

Just as the sound of the door closing ran through the house I collapsed against the wall, the all to familiar tears trickle down my cheeks.

What the hell is wrong with me.. I'm a slut. A literal slut. I've kissed three guys while going out with Tom.. I need someone to talk to, but no. My best friend who I tell everything isn't here, it's not something you can just say over the phone.. and I don't even have Oli!

"You know what, fuck this." I say running up the stairs towards the bedroom, I told myself I would never do this again. It had been two years since the last time and I thought I would never do it again, but I couldn't bring myself to get rid of them.

I rummaged through one of my medical kits until I find a tiny pocket, and there it was; the small, sharpener blade..