My Drug

He's Sorry?

~ Catherine ~

The sound of my alarm filled the room. Fluttering my eyes opened I was happy it was Saturday. I was aways from him but then Friday was one of the worsts days at the same time. The last day I see Harry, but the day his actions get the worst.

Sighing I got up from my bed and walked over to the restroom. Opening the door I found a half naked boy. I screamed and closed the door shut once again. Rubbing my eyes as I processed what just happened. Realization hit me with a wrecking ball.

Was that Harry in my bathroom. Why the hell is he even here. No, it couldn't be him. Unless..

The bathroom door opened and a smirk was on those amazingly shaped lips. What are you even saying Catherine. "Sorry about that hippo.. I did't think you wanted to look at the mirror and get 7 more years of bad luck." He said before walking off and entering Elena's room, my sister.

What the hell! She knows that Harry bullies me and yet she invites him over when our parents just left yesterday for the weekend.

Entering the bathroom I began to process the words that came out of his mouth. Seeing myself in the mirror, tears began to form in my eyes, looking around the sink I found it. The razor.

Taking it in my hand I began to slit my clean skin. Well, back to 0 days clean. Ugh.

Putting my back against the door and sliding down, I began to cry. I don't care if anyone listens to me. It's all Elena's fault, she let Harry in. She allows him to just bully me. Since he came I'm not clean anymore.

Placing the razor once again on my skin, I made this cut deeper than the last. The pain shot through and it felt good but I knew it was wrong. Letting the blood hit the cold floor and drip down my wrist I stared at it in utter fascination.

It was so red, so beautiful. It makes me feel better. Sniffling and wiping away the wet tears that stained my cheek. I stood up and cleaned off the cuts a little. But I was just too tired to hide it anymore.

I put the razor back down and unlocked the door, I was about to open it and walk into my room when he walked in. He looked at my teared up face and he had a smirk on his face. Moving my gaze away from his and looking down at my wrist and then the floor.

When I looked up at him, his eyes were glued on my wrist. They were sad and concered. When his eyes met with mine again, I gave him the best fake smile I could and I walked away. I don't care anymore. He doesn't know how much he hurts me but now he found out.

He ruined my life and he stilld does.

Walking back into my room. Picking up my phone and dialing the only person who understands me.

After a few rings he finally answered. "Hey Catherine.. what's up?"

Hearing his thick Irish accent talking to me, I let out a sob. "I n-need you.." I whispered, knowing the expression on his face. I sat on the floor, with my back against the bed. I waited for a respond.

"I'll be ther in 5.. don't do anything, please." His voice filled with worry. I hung up the phone and hugged my knees tightly.

My head was on my knees when I heard a knock at my door, "It's o-open.." My eyes still filledwith tears, I didn't bother looking up to see who it was.

"Catherine.."

My head snapped towards the body standing infront of me. Moving away from him I cried even more.

"Stop! No more! Please! I just want it to end.. I'm so tired." I said as I put my face down on my hands and cried.

He was now knealing down beside me, "I'm so sorry Catherine.. I didn't think my words hurt you that bad.. please forgive me. Please." His hand tried to reach out for mine but I pulled back and looked at him confused.

He wants forgiveness. Wait.. I'm kinda confused. Like a lot.

I looked up at him, "what?" whispering I waited for him to answer. He was sitting down playing with his hands. He sighed before meeting my eyes again.

"Catherine.. I never wanted to hurt you. I never intended to keep it going. When my friend did it, I wanted him to know that I was like him and so I did it too. I was going to stop after that one time but he kept on insisting that we bother you. I never really liked hurting people. I still remember when we were little and we were kinda friends and all. But I thought you knew me better than that. I thought you knew that everything I told you was never true and ever will be. I'm just really really sorry. When I saw your wrist bleeding I knew that you were hurting badly." He sighed and ran his fingers through his messy curls. "Catherine.. I know it feels like to be bullied.. I was once bullied and maybe all the time when it happened to me I wanted to make other feel the pain I felt and I guess I just forgot how bad it feels."

I just sat there. I don't know what to say, my body was frozen. My mouth was like glued shut and I looked at the sadness and concern that was still in is eyes. But they would look into mine and asked for forgiveness.

When he was talking about his bullying story I rememberd that time. He was bullied because he was chubby and they made fun of him. In fact the people he hangs out with are the same people that bullied him when he was little. Ironic, yes but I guess he just wanted to show them.

"I'm really sorry Catherine.." And with that he stood up and walked out my room. I was about to follow him but the door bell rang and I quickly ran to the front door. Once I opened the door I was quickly pulled into a warm hug and I smiled wide at the sudden action.

"I really needed that" I said on the crook of his neck and one his hands went up to my head as he pulled back. His smile widened.

"Catherine.. I would do anything for you because.. because I love you Catherine. I truly love you." The words came out of his mouth. Which made my day a whole lot better.

"I truly love you too Niall." Before we could say anything else his lips pecked mine softly. His cheeks were turning red as he was about to pull away. But his lips were too warm for me to just let them go away just like that.

Before he could completely pull away, I placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled his lips back on mine. Putting a bit more pressure to our lips. He hesitated for a bit but then joined in and our lips were in sync. This was amazing, it wasn't a lot. But it was special and he was gentle at first.

I guess today started off horribly but ended up being the perfect day. Not just because I was kissing Niall but it was because Harry was sorry. And he meant it, he really did. I just wonder what will happen at school after this.

Hoping that all this horrible time in my life is now over so I can concentrate on the good.