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Chapter 32

Kally's P.O.V
Harry had left for Austria which meant I was alone in London. The boys were going to perform Steal My Girl on a show. He had asked me if I wanted to go, but I had said no. The reason why I said no is because I wanted to give him space. We've been together all week, and he's getting busier and busier by the day. He needed space. I was sitting on the couch with Kitty, watching tv while I petted her. To be honest, I didn't miss Harry. I don't know why, though. Maybe it's because I knew he'd come back soon. Or maybe because I've been with him all week. I didn't know. I get a text, and it's from Harry.
"Hiiiii Kitten! xx -H"
"Hey Harry."
"You don't sound excited to hear from me :("
"I'm sorry, it's just, I saw you not too long ago."
"I know, but I miss you. Do you miss me?"
"Uh..."
"You don't? Why not?"
"I don't know, maybe it's because I've seen you all week."
"So?"
"I don't know, Harry, okay? I'm sorry!"
"It's fine. I have to go, bye."
"Harry, please don't be mad!"
"I'm not. I have to go."
"I'm not stupid Harry. I know you're trying to get out of the conversation!"
"I'm not!"
"I love you, Harry..."
"I love you, too. Goodbye."
I sigh to myself, and turn off my phone. I didn't mean to make him feel like as if he was getting old to me. Like I said, I've seen him all week, and one day without him didn't phase me. I know it sounds like I'm a bad person, but that's just how I felt. I sigh again, and I grow tired. I grab a blanket, and put Kitty on the floor. I stretch across the couch, and fall asleep.
Harry's P.O.V
What was wrong with Kally? She didn't miss me. She said it was because we've seen each other all week. That wasn't a very good excuse. But I don't know, maybe I was overreacting. At the moment, I was just chilling on my hotel bed, just watching tv. I get a call. Taylor. I sigh, and answer the phone. "Yes Taylor?" I say. "Hey Harry! How are you?" She says. "I'm fine." I say lowly. "That's great! How's that dyslexic wife of yours?" She says. I can tell she's probably smirking to herself right about now. "Taylor.." I say lowly. "What? No need to get an attitude! I just wanted to know!" She says. "She's fine." I sigh. "I can't believe you left her all alone in London." She says. "She's not alone. Her best friend is there." I say. "Hmm, interesting. Do you think it'd be nice if I paid her a visit?" She asks. My eyes widen, and my jaw clenches. She better not dare go near Kally. "No! Leave her alone!" I say, my voice rising. "Why? I think she wants to see me." She says. "No she doesn't! Leave her alone!" I shout. "Too late. Enjoy your trip, Harry." She says, and hangs up.
Kally's P.O.V
I was woken up from my nap by someone ringing the doorbell. I sigh, and get up, answering the door. I think it's Luze, but open the door to Taylor. "What are you doing here?" I say. "Just coming to see how you were." She smiles, walking in. "Harry isn't here, if that's who you're looking for." I say, closing the door. "I told you that I'm here to see you. Wow, you can't read, and you can't hear. That's sad." She says pouting. "How do you know about me being dyslexic?" I ask. "I know things.." She whispers. I don't care to say anything else, she sits down on the couch. "Sit." She smiles. "Why?" I frown. "Because, we need to talk." She says. "Fine." I sigh. I walk over to the couch, and sit on the other side. "So, how are things between you and Harry?" She asks, smiling at me. "Fine." I sigh. "That doesn't sound very convincing." She smirks. "We're fine, alright?" I say. "Okay.." She whispers. "Why are you really here?" I say. "To talk about how Harry still loves me." She smirks. "Get over yourself, Taylor." I say, rolling my eyes. "What? It's true." She smirks again. "You used Harry for the fame, and the money! You weren't in love with Harry! You were just in love with the things he did for you!" I snap. "You're right, but Harry doesn't need to know that." She says, shrugging. "Trust me, I bet he already knows." I say. "Oh really?" She chuckles. "Yes, really. Harry doesn't want anyone so annoying, and controlling like you." I spat. "Oh really? Then what makes you think that he wants someone like you?" Taylor snorts. "What are you talking about?" I glare at her. "You're just as bad as I am. You're just an annoying, self-centered, nobody. You're worthless, and nobody likes you or wants to be around you. You're a whore." She smirks. "I am not a whore." I say quietly. "You don't think so? You've had eight boyfriends before Harry! Didn't think I knew about that, did you?" Taylor says. "No, I didn't. But I feel really special knowing that you take the time out of your day to think about me." I say with a smile. "You're pathetic if you think that I spend my whole day worrying about someone like you." She snorts. "Why not? I'm fabulous." I smirk. "No you're not. You're a whore." She chuckles. "Gosh Taywhore, quit talking about yourself." I snort. That made her quiet. I felt like I had won the fight, but she soon comes back for more. "Really? So immature. Are you sure there's a baby in there? You're stomach's probably big from all the blowjobs you've been giving." She snorts. "Wow, Taylor, just wow." I say, shaking my head. She smirks, probably proud of herself. "I'm not a whore." I whisper. "Yes you are. You know it." She says. "Harry's the only person I've slept with, if you didn't know." I say, shrugging. "No he's not." She snorts. "Yes he is!" I say. "Oh really? What about your dad?" She smirks at me. I feel my face get hot. How could she say that? Oh yeah, she's a hateful person, that's why. "You take that back." I say through gritted teeth. "Why? Do you not like the truth?" She smirks. "You know that my dad raped me." I say quietly. "Yeah, sorry for your loss by the way." She says. "He raped me. You know this." I say, shaking my head. "Whatever whore." She says. I soon feel tears stream down my face. I couldn't do this. Not now. "Awe, is the little whore crying?" She coos. "Leave me alone." I cry. "But why? We were having so much fun!" Taylor says. "Just go!" I say. "Nah, I think I'll stay here for a little whole longer." She says. I bury my face in my hands, and try to act like she's not there. It doesn't work. "Do you want to cut?" She whispers. "No!" I say, snapping my head up. "Are you sure? I have some blades in my purse for you." She grabs her purse which was beside her, and show me five beautiful blades. I can hear the screaming my name. I can hear my wrist calling out for the blades. "N-No, I can't." I say, shaking my head. "Oh come on! It'll be fun!" She says. "No it won't! I have to be strong. For Harry." I whisper the last part. "Ooh, for Harry huh? Well, Harry isn't here, and to be honest, he doesn't really care about you." She shrugs. "Yes he does. Harry loves me." I whisper. "Oh does he now? If he did, he would have dragged you down to Austria with him because he wouldn't be able to spend not even a single day without you, and he wouldn't have cheated on you so many times." She says. "Harry loves me." I say through gritted teeth. "Does he? Hmm, I bet Paige and Louis think the same thing, and I surely know I do." She says. "He loves me! I know he does!" I shout. "No he doesn't, Kally. Let's just face it, he sees you like everyone else sees you. You're nothing but a ugly, fat, disgusting, insecure mess to him." She says. "No I'm not." I whisper. "Yes you are. If you're not, why'd he cheat on you so many times?" She asks, and I go quiet. "Exactly. So if he doesn't love you, what do you have to live for?" She asks. I don't know why, but she had a good way of persuading me. I didn't want to take the blades, but I soon feel my hand reach for them. "Great. Now go in the bathroom, and think about all those times Harry and you fought and he said hurtful things to you, think about all those times when he cheated on you, but most importantly, remember all those times when he wasn't there for you." She says. It's soon hard to swallow. All the things she's saying are a perfect reason to cut. But I couldn't do that. I was going on a month of being clean, and I couldn't go back now. I slowly feel myself stand up, and walk upstairs. I enter the bathroom, close the door, sit on the cold floor, and cut.