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Chapter 34

Kally's P.O.V
The livestream was over, and Luze and I was sad. The boys were being the adorable superstars that they were, which made the whole fandom happy.
After a few hours later, Harry still wasn't home, and Luze had left already. I was laying down on the couch, watching tv when the door opened. It's Harry. "Hey Hazza!" I say. "Hey baby! I missed you!" He says with a big smile. He walks over to me, and hugs me, giving me a peck on the lips after he lets go. "The livestream was good!" I say. "I'm glad you liked it." He smiles. "Sit with me." I say, smiling and patting the spot next to me. He smiles, and sits next to me. "I liked your note." I smile. "Good. Everything I said was true." He says, looking deep in my eyes. "I know, and I understand that you're busy, you don't have to apologize." I say. "Yes I do. I haven't been spending any time with you lately, and I just feel really bad about it." He says. "Well don't. You can't help that you're busy." I say. "I guess so." He says. I've been thinking of a way to tell Harry that I had cut myself. But how? I didn't want to hurt his feelings like last time. I take a deep breath, and say, "Harry, I have something to tell you. And it's important." I say. "Okay..." He says. "I really don't know how to say this." I sigh. "Babe, you're scaring me. What's wrong? Is it the baby?" He says. "No, the baby's fine, it's just..." I trail off. "It's just what? You can tell me." Harry says. "I cut myself." I sigh. He leans back in the couch, and I sigh again. "Harry, please don't be mad." I say. "I'm not mad, it's just..." He trails off. "You're mad." I say. "No I'm not. It's just, I feel like every time you get better, you get worse again." He whispers. "I'm sorry, I don't do it on purpose." I say. "I know you don't." He shakes his head. We sit there in silence for awhile, and I decide to tell him that Taylor told me to do it. "Taylor was the one who persuaded me to cut." I whisper. "What!" He says standing up. "Harry..." I whisper. "No Kally! What did she do?!" He says. "She gave me pretty good reasons to cut, and then gave me five blades." I say, he sighs. "I bet you think I'm stupid." I whisper. "No baby no, you're not stupid." Harry says, sitting back down and cupping my face in his large hands. "Then why do I feel like a complete idiot?" I ask. "Baby, you're not. I don't know why you feel like that." He says. "I don't know. Maybe because I let you down so many times that you're probably to the point where you don't even care anymore, and how I feel so stupid about letting Taylor persuade me like that." I whisper. "First of all, I love you, and I care about you so much, Kally, you have no idea. You're always on my mind. I always worry about you. Wondering if you're safe, and I always pray to God that you are. And when I know you are, I feel so happy, and I feel so much better knowing that you're safe." He says. "Really?" I whisper. "Really." He nods. I smile, lean in, and kiss him. He kisses back, and then after a few minutes I pull away. "Do you mind if we just skip the Taylor part, and just cuddle?" I ask. "Sure." He chuckles. We get into our normal cuddling position. "I just love how you were so positive while you were talking about her." I say, giggling. "Thank you." He laughs. We sit in silence again, and I sigh and say,"I love you.." With a smile on my face. "I love you too." He says.
Harry's P.O.V
Kally had fallen asleep as usual, and I was texting Paige who would not leave me alone.
"Can you please come over Harry!"
"No Paige, I'm sorry."
"Why can't you come over?"
"Because, Kally doesn't like me seeing you."
"You haven't listened to her before..."
"Well, I'm doing it now because I don't want to lose her."
"Okay fine. Talk to you later, Harry."
I sigh to myself. I'm glad she finally gave up. I stroke Kally's delicate face, and smile to myself. She was so cute. "I love you my beautiful girl." I coo. I smile at her as she snores quietly. The doorbell rings, and Kally instantly wakes up. "Who is that?" She asks groggily. "I don't know. Get up." I say. She takes her head off of my chest, and unwraps her arm around my torso. I get up with a sigh, and open the door. My eyes widen at who it is. It was the guy that raped Kally last year in New York. I was so mad at that guy, I'm still mad. He touched my Kally. My Kally. I wouldn't dare let him do it again. But then, memories of when he beat me up comes flooding back. It was so scary. I thought I was going to die. I'm so scared right now, I don't know what to do. It's starting to get hard to swallow. "Miss me?"