Adopted by 1D

Chapter Eleven

-----------------CHARLIE---------------

By the time we got home I couldn't take it anymore.

The itch on my wrists was unbearable, and the silent urge to grab a blade was too strong to say no to.

So I said yes.

I ran upstairs to my room and locked the door behind me. I threw off my hoodie and blasted Mayday Parade so that the boys wouldn't be able to hear my cries.

I walked into the bathroom and got my blades. I twirled them around my fingers a bit before realizing,

I deserve this.

I deserve to be hated, I deserve to be ugly, I deserve to be stuck in this fat excuse for a body, I deserve every single cut on my fucking wrists. I deserve it all.

I press the blade to my skin and drew it back.

I lost count after eight.

After about countless more cuts on the other arm I felt dizzy and decided to stop.

It didn't matter that there weren't any bandages or that I didn't clean them.

I deserve it.

I stood in the middle of my room.

"I DESERVE IT!" I screamed and started breaking things and punching walls ripping pages out of note books.

And then suddenly I couldn't.

----------------HARRY-------------------

Charlie ran to his room.

"Probably going to call Delilah" said Niall while eating a slice of left over pizza.

"Yeah probably." I laughed trying to remember what it was like to be fifteen and think I'm in love.

"I DESERVE IT!" we hear Charlie scream and in a matter of seconds were running up the stairs to his door.

"Charlie let me in!" Yelled twisting the door knob frantically.

"Here" Liam appeared with the keys and I quickly flipped to the one for Charlie's room.

I opened the door, and Charlie was in the middle of his room throwing things and kicking things over and ripping things up.

After the brief shock I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Charlie stop!" I yelled but he kept struggling and struggling until I guess he became tired and just stood there with me still tightly wrapped around him breathing hard, tears running down his face.

I turned him around and held his hands in mine.

"Charlie are you okay?"

"I'm fine." he said and put on a blank expression.

"Your not fine bug."

Suddenly I became aware that Charlie's hands were rather sticky.

I looked down and his hands up until his elbows were covered with new scars and blood.

"Where's my dad harry?" he asked.

I didn't know where Zayn was but I had to make something up.

"He's gone to get you bandages at the store okay."

"Okay." he said flatly.

Niall was texting someone who I'm guessing was Zayn telling him to get bandages.

"How many Charlie?" I asked and honestly I was terrified of the answer judging by the blood it was way more than three.

"I don't know."

"We'll count them when everyone's home okay. now just come with me to clean you up and we can eat an early dinner, the blood loss must've affected your energy a bit." I say pulling away and smiling down at him.

"I'm not hungry." he says looking at me.

"You have to eat bug or else we'll have to bring you to the hospital."

"Okay." he says quietly.

I pick him up clean his cuts and take him downstairs.

A fifteen year old boy shouldn't be this light.

I sit him down at the couch and go get some left over pizza.

"I'm not hungry." he stated

"Oh bug we've been over this. if you don't eat we'll have to take you to the hospital and they'll run tes-"

"GOD HARRY IM NOT FUCKING HUNGRY AND YOU CANT MAKE ME EAT SO GET OVER IT!" he yelled

And suddenly the door opens to reveal a heartbroken Zayn.

"I'm so sorry dad." Charlie says looking at his feet.

"Why Charlie?" Zayn asks
"Why did you do this to yourself again, you don't deserve this!" he said running his hands through his hair.

"Yes I do, I deserve to be broken."