Society.

Chapter 15

Anna's POV

It's been about 2 weeks since I last heard anything from Harry. No texts, no calls, no hello's, no nothing.

My phone buzzed and I leaned over to get it in the hope it was Harry. But it wasn't.

From: Jamie

Kill your self. Dumbass.

Then another one,

From: Bella

Wow. Your so skinny. You should really put some weight on so you can be fucking normal.

And then another one.

From: Natalie

Your stupid. No one likes you. No one wants you here. It would be better if you kill yourself you depressed ass bitch!

I kept getting texts like these, it was over loading my phone. I couldn't take it.

I guess it's true. No one cares about me. Not even my own family.

I walk down to stairs, my dad's getting drunk and my mums screaming at him. "why are you such a bloody mess Paul?"

He was just mumbling back.

I couldn't take it.

I look at my computer, my Facebook overloading with emails. I wouldn't open them. I didn't open them. I couldn't open them.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I run into the bath room and start taking apart a shaver. I hear someone banging on the door, screaming for me to open up.

It wasn't my mums. Or my dad's. Or my sisters.

"I'm being serious. Open the door!" I could hear someone screaming.

I open up a bottle of pills and line them up. I start running a shallow bath.

When the bath is up to my ankles, I step in it, feeling the warmth. Once again, I can here banging and screaming from the other side of the door.

I take my top off and use the blade to cut a like down my stomach, blood falling down into the water.

I could hear the person from the other side of the door trying harder and harder to open the door.

I take about 5 pills when the door bursts open. I couldn't see who it was because my eyes were all blurred up.

The bath water was stained vibrant red from my blood. Before anything else happens, the room goes black.

I know I'm not dead because I can hear a deep voice screaming and crying my name and warm-ish water surrounding me.

When I completely get my vision back, Harry Styles is banging his head against the bath tub I was laid in. I could hear him crying and cursing himself.

When he looks up at me, his face turns from him crying to a big smile. When I looked back at his face, completely staring at it, he has a massive blue and purple bruise on his forehead, he has a black eye and his face had dried blood on it. I didn't know if it was even Harry Styles anymore.

"Anna!" he said, hugging me even though I was surrounded by the blood stained water.

I looked at him and I could feel a single tear roll down my cheek.

"I'm sorry. I'm a stupid idiot. I am so sorry Anna. I wasn't there for you. I am horrible. Please, forgive me. I love you Anna, I have since I met you and I always will. I understand if you hate me because I haven't seen you in 2 weeks. I can't believe I made you want to kill yourself. I should die. I should go and fucking kill myself. What's wrong with me? I can't go on knowing I wasn't there when you needed me. I'm really sorry for being so rude. I don't deserve you. I'm really sorry." Harry said, crying his eyes out.

Was I hearing him right? Did he have suicidual thoughts? I'm the one who's being stupid here, not him. "I.... love you too Harry..." I said, stepping out of the bathtub and walking over to him.

As I said this, his eyes lit up and a smile, exposing both dimples, was growing bigger and bigger.

He pulled me towards him so I was sitting on his lap, still with my top off. He hugged me. Tight. I didn't want him to ever let go of me. Ever.

I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, thinking.

I felt Harry's finger circling around my stomach where the deep cut had been made. He huffed and whispered to himself "I did this." He whispered quietly, probably hoping I didn't hear him.

I kissed him. Even though I was in my bra and knickers, I wrapped my bony legs around his waist and my arms did the same around his neck.

His arms sneaked under my thighs and did a forwards piggy back. Our kiss never being broken. He opened the door to my room and dropped me on my bed.

Breaking our kiss, he took off his t-shirt. It was really dark so I couldn't see him that well.

Harry sat next to me on my bed and started dabbing his shirt on my deep, deep cuts. One of his tears dropping onto my leg.

I yelp when he get to my tummy. He looks at me and continued dabbing his shirt on my wounds, missing my stomach.

"It's the best I can do." He says, wrapping his t-shirt around my cut on my tummy.

"Th.. thanks you" I said, huffing as I lay down.

"I should be going." He says.

"No!" I scream, way too quickly. " I don't want to stay here on my own. I hate my mum and dad. And Kate."

"My mums gonna be worrying about me." He said, pacing up and down my room. "Do you wanna come to mine?"

I nodded my head and left a post it note on my bed.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me down the steps. It was like 12 degrees outside so I wasn't cold.

He drove his car here so I sat in the passengers seat while he drove. Throughout the whole car drive, I was looking at him, smiling to myself.

He noticed and smiled back.

When we finally got to his house, he once again picked me up and took me upstairs. His mums car wasn't there so he thought she was out shopping for food. Even though it was 9:00 PM.

He chucked me on his bed and jumped in next to me. he kissed me, our kisses un connecting every once in a while for breaths.

He tried undoing my bra strap and struggled. Then he finally undid it, flinging it on the floor. "I don't know how girls can do this everyday." He whispered. I chucked and bit my lip.

He took his jeans off so his Calvin Klein boxers were exposed. I tugged at them and he pulled them down. He did the same with my pants.

His lips disconnected from mine and he started kissing down my neck onto my collar bone. His fingers went through my hair and he laid next to me.

He switched us around so I was on top of him.