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Chapter 23

Harry's P.O.V
I wake up the next morning with Kally still on top of me. She was awake, tracing my swallow tattoos. "Good morning beautiful." I whisper. "Good morning." She whispers. She gets off of me and looks at me. "You have a book signing today, don't you?" She says. "Yeah." I say, she shakes her head sadly. I didn't want to leave her, I really didn't, but this was important for the boys and I. But Kally was important to me, too. "I guess I can hang out with Luze." She says shrugging. "Yeah, that sounds nice." I say nodding. "I'm trying out for cheerleading." She says. "Finally." I say. I've been wanting Kally to tryout for cheerleading to stay active. She played volleyball last year. "Yeah, I'm going to practice today." She says. "Okay..."

Kally's P.O.V
Cheerleading practice was over and I was absolutely nervous for the tryouts. There were going to be judges which I was highly afraid of, and only four of us are chosen, at least that's what Luze told me, I have to ask. She went to practice yesterday as well, which I had no idea about the practice, so it's kind of hard getting the cheers down. I already have the jumps down since I've learned them from when I was younger. Yep, that's right. I used to be a cheerleader when I was in like the third grade. Then, I joined a squad when I was sixteen, that didn't have tryouts either. It was easy back then because we didn't have to tryout and stuff, but it's different now. To be honest, I think I'm going to fail at this whole thing. I don't have very much confidence. It was difficult getting all the cheers down. I was doing good at some of them, even though there were only three. People say I was doing good, but I don't want to be good. I want to be perfect. I want to be on the squad because it seems like fun. But I know I'm not, so what's the use? It was ten o'clock and I asked Harry to come pick me up, I was very tired. "Hey baby girl." He says as I get in the car. "Hi Bear." I say shutting the door and putting on my seatbelt. "So, how was cheerleading practice?" He asks. "It was good, tryouts are Friday and I'm nervous, and I think I'm going to fail." I say. "You'll be fine." He says. "All I have to do is three cheers and a jump of my choice." I say. "That doesn't sound so bad." He says. "Yeah, but then there's the cheers. I kind of have them down and then I don't." I say. "I bet you're good. You can show me when we get home." He says. "Okay." I whisper. We finally get home, and I immediately say, "So, do you want to see the cheers?" He says a quick yeah and I have him sit on the couch. To be honest, I was kind of nervous doing this stuff in front of him. His eyes watching my every move, just like the judges, which scared me. I decided to show him the jump that I'm doing first. "Like I said, I'm doing three cheers and a jump." I say. "Well you already know the jumps, right?" He says. "Yeah.." I say. Harry and I met when I was still doing cheerleading, which was when I was sixteen. "Are you going to do that one where you bend your leg?" He asks. I think he's talking about a hurkey. "You mean this?" I ask. I do the move and laughs hard. "Yep!" He laughs, so do I. I was ready to do the cheers now. "Okay say, G-O lets go." I say. He scrunches his eyebrows together and then says it. I start to do the cheer and I can feel his eyes on me. His eyes burning right through me. I'm done doing the first cheer for the last time. "Why do you pop out your boobs like that?" He asks. "What? No I don't." I say scrunching my eyebrows together this time. "Yes you do, stop doing that." He says. "How am I suppose to do it?" I ask. He stands up and walks towards me. "Please don't touch my boobs." I say, he doesn't say anything. "Keep your arm straight, if you don't, you'll pop out your boobs like that. Don't do that." He says. "Okay." I say. "Do it smoothly." He says sitting back down. "Alright." I sigh. I do it again he keeps saying "Yeah just like that." It made me feel good to hear his encouragement. When we're done with that cheer, we go to the next one. He thinks the second one is spot on and so did I. I get to the third one I have to stand on my tip toes. "Are you suppose to do that?" Harry asks. "Yeah." I say. "Okay." He says, he keeps watching me. When I'm done, he thinks I did great. "I don't know what you're so worried about, you did great." Harry says. "Thanks." I say smiling. "You worry too much, Kitten." He says, I don't say anything. "Thanks for helping me, Haz." I say. "You're welcome." He says. "I love you." I whisper. "I love you too." He says. He turns and pecks me on the lips. "Your boobies are hanging out, so how are you gonna talk about me?" I say, he gives me a look, I giggle. "Poke." I say poking his 'boobies' he pushes my hands away. "Stop." He chuckles.
Harry's P.O.V
I don't know why Kally called my chest boobs. They weren't boobs. "Stop." I chuckle. "Fine, wanna see my drawing of you?" She asks. "Sure." I say. "Okay, come on." She says. She takes my hand and we go upstairs, taking me to the bedroom. She grabs her notepad that was in the drawer and opened it to a page. She shows it to me. "I made you look pweety." She says, I giggle. "That's great baby." I say, giving it back to her. It was a drawing of me with my fingers on my lips, I'm looking back and my arm has flowers on it. It was beautiful. "You really think so?" She asks. "Yeah, it's great." I say smiling hard. I get a text and it's from Kally's mom.
"Did you tell her yet?"
"No, not yet.."
"You need to tell her before it's too late!"
"I know, I'm just afraid of how she'll take it."
"She'll be fine. She never liked him anyway."
"That was her father, Mrs. Braxton."
"Yes Harry, the father who raped her throughout her childhood! Tell her or I will!"
"Okay, I'll tell her."
"Thank you. Goodbye."
Something has been wearing on me all day. Telling Kally about her dad. I didn't want to tell her. I didn't know how she'd react. Would she be happy? Sad? I think I was going to tell her now. It was perfect since I have her attention, and because I didn't want her mom to tell her, also because I don't want it to be too late. "Kally, I have to tell you something." I say. "Okay, what is it?" She giggles. She wraps her arms around my neck and I hold her waist. "Uh, I don't know how to tell you this." I whisper. "Just tell me." She says pecking my lips. "Uh, Kally, your dad, he died." I whisper. "That's funny Harry, now seriously, tell me what's wrong." She giggles. "No Kally, I'm being serious." I say. "What?" She says unwrapping her arms around my neck, she steps back a little. "When?" She asks. "A few days ago.." I whisper. "And your just now telling me?" She says, her voice rising. "I'm sorry, I was afraid of how you'd react." I say. "It's fine. He deserved it anyway." She says through gritted teeth. "Kally, come on, I know he raped you but that was your dad. I know you loved him before all of that." I say. "You're right, I did, but not anymore. It doesn't hurt one bit." She says. "Babe.." I whisper. "What? People die, so what?!" She snaps. "You know what, just leave me alone!" She says. She pushes me out of the door. "Baby please.." I say. She doesn't answer me, she just shuts the door right in my face. I hear her breakdown on the other side of the door. Crying and sobbing when I'm not there to hold her. "Kitten, please let me in." I say. "No!" She shouts. "Babe please, I just want to talk to you." I say. "I wanna cut.." She says. "No." I say. "Yes." She whispers. "Kally no!" I say jiggling the doorknob. "Leave me alone Harry! Let me be!" She shouts. "Kally please! Don't do this!" I say banging on the door. "No! Go away!" She screams. "You don't have to do this! We can talk it out! Kally please!" I shout. "It's too late, I already cut myself six times on both wrists." She whispers. "Babe.." I sigh. It's too late...