Chapter 25

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Harry's POV
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"...so yah." I finished telling what had happened.

Everyone was in shock just as I was last night. Niall was about to burst into tears as well as mum and Gem.

"I should have never taken her scarf off." Gemma said in guilt. "Or she wouldn't be afraid right now." I get up from the recliner and sit next to Gemma. I put my arm around her shoulder to make her guilt calm.

"It's not your fault Gem." I comfort her, rubbing her shoulder up and down. "Let me go talk to her." I get up and start making my way towards the bathroom door.

I knock. "Brooke?"

"Go away!" she barked.

"Brooke!" I say, knocking again. "Open up." Seconds later, I heard the click of the door nob as Brooke opened up. She looked miserable as if the most important thing in her life just disappeared. The saddest part is that it already had happen to her. Remember?

"I'm sorry." were the first words she said. I was afraid to ask why, but she seemed to have read my mind. She roles up her sleeves to reveal five fresh cuts on both arms. Ten in total.

My face said it all.

"I had a spare," she added on. At first I didn't know what she was talking about, then it hit me. "I hid it in my picture frame of my birth-family. I had forgotten about it for a while. I'm sorry, Harry."

"Brooke, you said you weren't going to so it anymore." were the only words that escaped from my lips. Maybe that was a dumb thing to say.

"I didn't promise," she said. "I'm sorry."

She was right however. On that night, I had told her to never do it again, but she had never replied. She knew if she had said no it would have broke me, but if she had said yes she wouldn't be able to keep it.

"Let's wash them." I suggested. I grabbed her left wrist softly and put it in the sink. I let the cold water hit her sink as I got a rag and dabbed the wounds. Same with the right.

Once we were done, I said to Brooke "Do you want to talk about it?" She shook her head. "Come on," I added, "the rest of the family is waiting. Don't want to waist a good party, now do we?"

She smiled.

We made her way back down stairs as Niall was trying to show off by doing a cartwheel. He fails and falls on his back. Next thing you know when he gets back up, he looks like a 40 year old man with a back problem.

"You alright, mate?" I say to Niall.

"No I'm perfectly fine!" He growls like a 70 year old.

Suddenly, once Brooke sits down, everyone starts coming up on her.

"Are you alright, Brooke?" Louis asked.

"You okay?" Liam wondered.

"Why is your sleeve all red?" My mum said. Everyone seemed to take notice once she said that. Oh God.

"Guys!" I shout. "Calm!"

"It's alright, Harry." Brooke says, stopping me. "The reason why my sleeves are red is...because..." lifts up her right sleeve to revel numerous cuts too many to count.

Everyone gasped.

Then the left, same uncountable amount. Even more gasps could be heard escaping the mouths of our family. "You cut?" Zayn muffled.

"You're a cutter?" whimpered Niall. Brooke nodded and instead of yelling at her about how precious life is, everyone circled around her and group hugged her.

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