Harry's POV
"Boohoo cry me a river. Go back to your pathetic 'friend', Mr Razor." I say immediately placing both hands against my mouth. Why the fuck did I do that?
I look over at Erin and see that not a single tear escapes her eyes.
"Wow," she said confidently, not showing any sign of sadness.
"I'm so-"
"Fuck up!" she cut me off. "You really had to stoop so fucking low. How low does one person get? You know very well that I have a bad past and you had to add to that. The past year has been nothing but stress. For months on end I have been struggling not to cut. I put on fake smiles, acted happy and made people laugh. Everyone believed the act. But, do you know what the worse thing was?"
"What?" I say slightly scared.
"I had to try and be strong for Darcy. So don't you dare say sorry, when you told me to fucking cut myself. You know what? I might just do that, right now." She says picking up the knife holding it against her arm, slicing the flesh a little.
"No, Erin. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. I wish I could turn it back. I will do anything."
"Help me." a whisper escapes her lips.
"Okay." I say grabbing the knife from her hand.
I lead her to the couch and sit her there.
"I'm just going to get some tea and bandages." I say quietly.
I walk to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
I didn't think she was having suicidal thought. I wish that I was there to help her.
I walk to the lounge with a cup of tea and a bandage in my hands.
As I put the tea on the table, she moves uncomfortably. I reach for her arm to wrap the bandage around her wrist, but she flinches.
When I finish she reaches for the tea and sips it slowly, not bothering to care how hot it is.
Her phone lights up with a text from 'Hemmings.'
"Do you want me to get it?" She nods.
I read the text and it says:
Hey babe, are you still meeting me? Xxx
Ouch. Right to the heart.
"What do you want me to say back?" I say as I show her the message.
"Tell him I'm coming now." she says standing up. She starts to sway a little, which makes me pull her down to sit.
"No your not. You are staying here, your unwell."
"Okay."
Erin's POV
Why is he suddenly so caring? He is an arsehole, but I still think he has some caring parts in his body.
We sat in silence. It wasn't the awkward silence, it was a nice silence.
"Why-Do" we both say at the same time. Harry saying 'do' and me saying 'why'.
"No you first." we say again.
"No I insist." We both laugh.
"Go on." I say.
"Fine, what I was going to say was." He paused.
"Do you still love me?"
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Stripper // h.s.
Fanfiction**EDITED/REWRITTEN** Anna Cooper is a pole dancer. One Direction are a world famous band. She preforms to men a club. They preform to thousand of people in stadiums and arenas. So, how do they end up in a strip club together? Started: Jan 2014 Ended...
