Anger Management (A Hunter Hayes Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven: You Are In Love

Liz's POV:
Hunter walks out of Karen's office looking very confused.

"Let's go," he says, motioning for me to follow him.

The elevator ride down to the lobby is excruciatingly silent, and the first few minutes of the car ride go about the same.

"Liz, I...." He closes his eyes for a moment, but he has to open them again since he's driving.

"Liz you..." He doesn't finish again.

"What?" I ask.

"Is it true that you've been self harming?" He finally asks.

I look down. I told her she could tell him. But for some reason I'm still surprised.

"Yes," I breathe out.

"We'll talk about it at home," is all he says.

But I see the moisture in his eyes. He can't hide his emotions, which I appreciate, since I'm quite insensitive to his feelings at times. Ok all the time. When we get home, I try to avoid the conversation by going to our room and shutting the door, but he just walks in and sits down on the couch next to me.

"Why? What... What did I do so wrong that had you thinking you could just do that?!" He asks, looking and sounding really distraught.

"I don't know Hunter. It just happened," I snap.

"Well don't let it just happen Liz. I... Liz I can't bear to think of you hurting yourself because of me," he says quietly.

I look at him, and the tear on his cheek brings on a very unfamiliar feeling. Protectiveness.

"Hunter please don't cry," I beg him.

"You think I want to?" He says, looking miserable.

"I'm sorry," I say, wrapping my arms around him.

We didn't really decide I was ready for hugs, but I guess I am. I'm crying now too, because Hunter is, and because I've been holding so much in for the past few months.

"I'm such a mess," I say into his shoulder.

He smells so darn good, it's weird.

"I know," he whispers, "but so am I."

And for the first time, I realize that it's ok. That everything is ok. Because I have Hunter, and he has me. So it's alright. In ten minutes, I could have a panic attack. But right now, it's ok. And that feeling is something that I've wished for, for so long.

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"Where?" Hunter whispers.

We're sitting on the couch watching tv, and his arm is around me. And apparently he thinks this commercial break is a great time to ask a strange question.

"What?" I say.

"Where did you cut yourself?" He clarifies.

I look down.

"Umm... M-my legs. And my wrists some," I say quietly.

"Why didn't you say something?" He asks.

"Why would I?" I reply.

"So you don't trust me?"

"Oh stop it Hunter you know I trust you!" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" He asks, his voice even.

"I... Because you would've been all broken up about it and I didn't want that," I say.

"So instead you decided to make yourself bleed. Instead of just talking about it, you had the horrible idea to mess up your body, which is already perfect," he says frustratedly.