In Love With My Bully - Harry Styles (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 12 - Stealing Air To Breathe (e)

Chapter 12

Stealing Air To Breathe

Chris' POV

Okay. I regret it. I regret hurting her. But I just wish sometimes, that she would look my way. She would look at me and smile. I know that my chance is long gone now though. I know that she will never forgive me. I know that she would never look this way. I know that she will never see the emptiness in my eyes. I know all these things. But then why am I still attracted to her?

But after the thing that happened in the park, she will never forgive me.

Maria's POV

I walked home. My scars were still showing. My hair blew softly in the breeze. I plugged in my earphones to my iPod and turned shuffle on. The song was Breathe Me by Sia.

 

Help, I have done it again

I have been here many times before

Hurt myself again today

And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

'But the thing is,' I thought, 'there was someone to blame. Harry.'

 

Be my friend

Hold me, wrap me up

Unfold me

I am small

And needy

Warm me up

And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again

Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,

Yeah I think that I might break

I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

I swear to God, this song is meant for me. These words just kept playing in my mind. 'Yeah I think that I might break. I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe.'

 

 

Hold me, wrap me up

Unfold me

I am small

And needy

Warm me up

And breathe me

The song continued as I reached home and pushed the door open.

'Heavens Child!' Arabella screamed. She was our housekeeper. Arabella had gone away for a couple of days for her neices wedding. She was meant to return tomorrow but for some reason she was back.

Arabella was an old woman with a kind face. But right now her face looked like I had just mudered somebody. But then I realised my face had no make-up. No make-up meant, my scars were facing her. Arabella calmed herself before speaking.

'Miss Cliffe. Your mother informed me about your... situation. I'm very sorry dear. Would you like some tea? I'll make you brownies?' She asked, kindly. I loved Arabella. She was more of a motherly figure than my own mum.

'Sure. But what happened? You weren't meant to arrive till tomorrow.' I said. She shook her head, while popping the kettle on.

'The groom turned out to be gay.' She said casually.

'Oh...' I said. Not sure what I should say to her. I took a sip of my tea as it oozed down my throat. I looked to my right and saw a picture frame on the table. It was a small brown picture frame. It was of me and Alisha. We were both five and our families had gone to California. We were both in our small swimsuits and our arms were hung round each other. Tears were bought to my eyes as I remembered her condition. My aunt Eve had been informing me of her progress. Right now, nothing had happened.

'Cheer up, pet.' Arabella said as she followed my gaze. 'She'll be all right.'

But maybe she won't. I thought. Today. My exterior looked tough  than usual. But inside, I was dying. How could I turn out so weak and stupid.

'I need to do something.' I stated to Arabella. She nodded, while I stood up. I walked outside and headed towards the bus stop.

'Maybe I should just die.' I whispered.

 

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