Ariana's POV
Today was awful as usual. I sat alone at my own little table and read my book. Then, the hell-like day came to an end.
As I was walking home, I was so into the book I was reading. It was fascinating. It's like I could feel the emotions. I loved it.
I heard noises behind me. I turned around and no one was there. So, I just walked.
Next thing I know I feel something hit my head. And all I remember was blood and the words, "Holy shit!"
Harry's POV
No no no no no no no! If she dies than I go to jail. I crouched down just to see her face. It was bloody and delicate. What? Did in just think that? No. I hate her. Maybe you don't.
"What who said that?"
It's your conscious, you retard!
"Well, you're not very supportive."
Dude just admit it you like her.
"No. I hate her! So should you."
Hey, just because I'm in your brain don't mean I have the same feelings as you do. And right now, a whole lot of it is towards her. And they're butterfly feelings.
"What do I do?"
Take her to the hospital idiot.
"Oh, yeah! I knew that."
Sure.
"Shut up."
Hurry! Get her to the damn hospital!
"Will you calm-"
I was interrupted by Zayn.
"Uhhh... Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you talking to yourself?"
"I have problems. So many problems."
He just gave me a weird smile. I took Ariana in my arms, bridal style. She was so small. She weighed like 80 pounds. As I put her in the back seat of my car, I told Zayn to drive.
"Hey Zayn, can you turn on the radio?" I asked.
"Yeah."
As he was fiddling with the sound of music, I began observing Ariana. I know it sounds weird, but I wanna just see. I took her hand and her skin was beyond soft. It was goddess-like skin. She was starting to sweat, so I took her jacket off. My mouth dropped as to what I saw.
"Harry, you alright there?" Zayn asked.
"Pull over."
"What's wrong?"
"Just do it."
He pulled over and came to observe what I was looking at. His mouth dropped. I saw marks around her wrists, like she's been handcuffed. I saw bruises all over her arms. I saw cuts around her neck. And I saw something written on her chest.
Alone
I traced my fingers on the carving on her chest. She started to cry.
"Harry! Try to put her back to sleep." Zayn yelled at me.
"Okay, let's get back on the road to go." I said.
Zayn started the car, and we were on our way. I pulled Ariana into my arms. Her face was touching my chest. Her hands were in mine. Her touch was so cold. I straddled her in my arms, trying to sooth her crying. But she wouldn't budge.
"Harry, try singing to her. I know you're really good." Zayn suggested.
"Fine."
I began to sang Ed Sheeran's 'Little Things'.
'Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me'
'But bare this in mind it was meant to be'
'And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks'
'And it all makes sense to me'
I felt her hand squeeze mine, as I was about to lay her on my lap. I can feel that she was signaling me to not let her go.
Like I did before.
