Versace

Chapter 11

Harry's P.O.V

~Later on that day~

Kally had went shopping with Luze which meant I was home alone. Well, I wasn't completely alone, Kitty was here with me. I was lying on my back on the couch watching tv and she was on my chest, keeping me warm. I was petting her and quietly talking to her, even though I knew she obviously wouldn't answer back, but that would be cool. I hear the door click open and in comes Kally. Kitty rushes to get down, she gets down and greets her at the door. "Hey Kitty." she says petting her head. "Hey Haz." she says to me. "Hiiii." I say smiling and sitting up. "So, what have you and Kitty been doing?" she asks sitting next to me on the couch. "Nothing, just missing you." I say cheekily. "Wow, that was cheeky." she says giggling. "Good." I smirk and she giggles and kisses my lips. I kiss back and pull her on my lap. She caresses my face with her hand I deepen the kiss. I break the kiss and lie on my back and she giggles, getting on top of me. I grab her by the waist and smirk into the kiss. "Why do we always have to do this on this exact couch?" she mumbles against my lips. "I don't know.." I mumble. I really didn't want to talk, all I wanted to do at the moment was feel her. I reach down and grab her bum, giving it a light squeeze. She moans and I smirk.

Kally's P.O.V

I really wanted to have sex with Harry, I really did, but I almost forgot all the scars that covered both my wrists and my stomach. Maybe we can just have a make out session and not have sex but I think Harry didn't want to just kiss. We continue to kiss more and then starts to play with the hem of my shirt and that's when I start to panic. He lifts it up a little and I quickly pull away. "Harry no." I say. "Harry yes." he smirks and tries to take my shirt off again, I slap his hands away. "No Harry! I'm not in the mood, alright?" I say. "Are you still mad about what happened?" he asks. "No, I'm just not in the mood right now." I whisper. "Okay.." he whispers. I don't say anything else, I just get off of him and head upstairs. I can hear Harry sigh to himself and I felt really bad. All he wanted to do was make love but I was stupid enough to cut myself and now we can't do that. I go to the bedroom and sit on the bed and I sigh. I couldn't tell Harry, I just couldn't. If I did, he would be devastated. Having the one you love start cutting again after they were a whole year clean. That must hurt. And that's what I didn't want to do, hurt him. I just couldn't. Those weren't my intentions. But either way he would find out from a fan or he would see me naked or something. The fan thing happened a year ago and I'm still pissed. I slowly rolled up both my sleeves up to see my scars. I was so ashamed. Absolutely ashamed. I was doing so good and I had to just ruin it for myself and everyone who was supporting me. Which was Luze, Nick, Harry, the boys, and some of the fans. If the fans heard about this, some of them would be happy and tell me to cut more. My vision starts to get blurry and I quickly wipe them away. I look at the scars more and ignore the ones on my stomach. I start to grow more and more sad, trying to convince myself that I was dreaming about the whole thing but that didn't work out very well. I'm knocked out of my thoughts when Harry walks in. I wipe my tears away one last time and quickly roll down my sleeves, getting on the bed and turning around so he couldn't see me. "Babe, what's wrong?" he says. "Nothing.." I whisper. He gets on the bed with me and looks at me. "Tell me what's wrong." he whispers. "Why do you automatically think something's wrong! Nothing's wrong!" I snap. I start to break down and cover my face with my hands so he doesn't see me crying. "There's obviously something wrong baby girl, tell me." he whispers. I uncover my face and he moves up to where all the pillows are and I just stay where am I. That's until I feel his strong hands grab me by the waist and pull me into his lap. I bury my face in my hands again, having sweater paws and crying more. "Baby, you know I don't like seeing you cry." he whispers. I don't say anything, all I do is cry and feel guilty for what I did. I feel him try to take my hand off my face but I try to be the stronger person and keep them there. "Come on baby, let me see you're beautiful face." he coos. I shake my head no and he tries it again. He asks me more to take my hands off my face and I finally do. "There's my pretty girl." he whispers smiling. A small smile grows on my face and he smiles harder. "There's that beautiful smile." he says and I giggle. I nuzzle my head into his neck and giggle more. "I love you.." I whisper. "I love you too, Kitten." he says. I smile into his neck and grab ahold of his hand and his fingers interlocks with mine, I smile harder. "Thank you for making me feel better.." I whisper. "You're welcome, but you never did tell me what was wrong." he says and my smile fades. I couldn't tell him what was wrong. I couldn't. "I can't tell you.." I whisper taking my head out of his neck. "Why not?" he asks. "Because, you'll hate me." I mumble. "I can never hate you baby." he coos. "You will after I tell you what I did." I mumble. "No I won't. Promise." he says. "Promise? Are you sure?" I say. I haven't been able to make eye contact with him those whole time. It was extremely hard. "Promise." he says. I held out my pinky and he interlocks my pinky with his. I sigh, not ready to do this. "I'm scared." I whisper. "Don't be scared baby, is it really that bad?" he says. "Yes, and I'm afraid that you'll yell at me and get extremely mad." I whisper. "I won't get mad, Kitten, I promise." he says. "O-Okay.." I say. Instead of telling him, I decide to show him instead, so I roll up my sleeves and close my eyes, hoping and praying that he won't start to yell at me. He doesn't say anything, which makes me even more scared. I roll up my other one and he still doesn't say anything. I sigh, hoping for the best. After what feels like forever I decide to speak up. "You're mad, aren't you?" I whisper. I was literally on the verge of tears, he was angry with me. Me and my stupid decisions. He hated me. I know he does. "No.." he whispers. "I'm just..." he shakes his head, completely shocked. "Just what?" I whisper. "I thought you were getting better." he whispers. I feel something wet fall on my arm and I look down and look up at Harry. He was crying. Gosh! Now look what I did! Hurt him, the thing I was afraid of doing. "H-Harry." I whisper. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to do it but-" I continue but he cuts me off. "When did you do it?" he asks. "The day you went to Birmingham.." I whisper. "I cut my stomach too.." I don't know why I said that, that'll only make him worse. "Let me see." he whispers. I don't want to at first. I wanted to ask him why but I decided to just listen. I get off of his lap and sit right beside him. I lift up my shirt and tears start to roll down my cheeks. Harry soon breaks down, choking on a sob and my heart completely shatters. Why did I have to do this? I was so selfish. I hated myself. He soon gets up, crying even harder and goes downstairs, leaving me all alone with my guilt..