TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 30

I walked over to my purse still laughing, so that I could check my phone, but as I grabbed my purse off the hook, Harry's jacket fell to the ground. I was still laughing along with him as he was putting a pair of sweatpants on. I noticed that the contents of his pocket had spilled. I bent down to pick it up and that's when my laughing stopped. My world paused as my vision set on the needles that sat there scattered across the floor. 


Sarah's P.O.V
I grabbed them with my trembling hands, unable to believe what is happening. "Sar..." Harry whispered as he looked down at me. I closed my eyes and felt the warm streams fall down my cheeks as the needles remained in my hand. He reached out to me and grabbed my arm but I quickly pulled away and cried "Don't touch me..." I took in a deep breath and stood up. "This is why you're in debt, isn't it?" I yelled as I punched against his chest. "No, I..." "This shit kills you, Harry!" I screamed. "Would you just let me exp..." I cut him off once again. "I knew something was up with you the minute I saw you...I knew it, I just didn't want to believe it. I didn't think you'd be so stupid. I shouldn't have even got involved with you again..." I closed my eyes and looked down, letting the tears continue. "Then leave! I don't need you, I never needed you! Leave me like everyone else does! Go ahead, what are you waiting for?" he screamed close to my face, as drops of his spit splashed across my skin. "If that's what you want then so be it." I growled as I pulled on my pants. I opened the door and paused for a second before saying "Just remember that I was the only one that cared about you when no one else did." I watched as his head fell and his shoulders slumped. He sighed and looked back up at me. "I'm sorry...can we please just talk about this?" He took in a deep breath and continued. "I didn't do it, I only sell." he wouldn't make eye contact as the words escaped his pale, pink lips. I bit the inside of my cheek before hesitantly walking towards him. "Give me your arm." I demanded. "No." "Give me your fucking arm!" I snapped and without waiting a second longer, I grabbed his arm and pulled up his sleeve. Sure enough there was needle holes, some even fresh. I dropped his arm and my lip began to shudder once again. He gently grabbed both of my arms, but I pushed him away once more. I looked him in the eyes and before I knew it, my hand came into contact with his cheek. My hand throbbed in pain, but it probably didn't even harm him. He stood there, with his head still slightly turned to the side as his eyes remained closed. I watched as his brows furrowed together, before he smashed his fists down on the dining room table. "Fuck!" He screamed as I shut the apartment door behind me. I walked all the way down the hallway with my makeup stained face and blurred vision, before I finally realized that I forgot my purse. I stopped walking and just stood there for a couple minutes with my face in my hands as I shook my head, still not wanting to believe what just happened. I wiped at my tears before making my way back to the last place on earth I'd want to be. I stared at the door for a couple seconds, expecting to hear him destroying stuff, but it was just silence. I opened the door and said "I forgot my purse." as I walked towards where I left it last. I didn't see Harry, but I didn't really try to. I was about to shut the door behind me, but I heard a gasp. I hesitated, but I eventually stepped back inside. "Harry?" I mumbled. I noticed his legs on the ground behind the table and I walked around it to see him laying on the floor  unable to breathe, his chest tight, his lungs gasping for air, as his arm reached up to me. "Sa...Sa...Sar..." he struggled. "Where's your inhaler?" I panicked. Another one of his flaws that only I knew about...asthma. He pointed the kitchen cabinet so I ran and grabbed it. I sat behind him and rested the back of his head against my chest. I put the inhaler between his lips and helped him as he heaved for air. He inhaled the puffs as I lightly brushed my fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face as he still continued to struggle. He sat between the "V" of my outstretched legs. "Sar...I...I can't...bre...breathe." he gasped. Hold him. The voice inside my head nagged me. "Shhh, just breathe with me. Okay? It's gonna be okay, just breathe." He's not listening, and I can feel him getting worse, his body is tightening even more. His head falls back onto my shoulder after he takes another puff of the inhaler, which seems like it's not working at all. I jumped in surprise as his hot palm clutches at my thigh, tightly. It hurts, but I know he doesn't mean it, and he can't help it. Soon after, his other palm pulled at the collar of his t-shirt, stretching it. He continued to panic, until I offered him my hand to hold. He took another puff and it seemed like it was starting to help him. He started to calm down, and his eyes fell closed as his breathing began to return back to normal. His head still remained on my shoulder as I dropped my head down and let my relieved breath hit his neck. He moved his head to my chest again while moving his body sideways and wrapped an arm around my waist as he remained sitting in between my legs. I can't leave him, I can't do that to him. I made him a promise to him and I'm gonna keep it. No matter how mad I am at him, it doesn't mean I don't care and I will NOT let him destroy his life any longer. I'm not gonna walk out on him like everyone else. Seeing him so vulnerable just now, broke my heart. I wrap my arms around him and stroke his back as I felt what I think is a tear hit my chest. I heard him sniffle before struggling to mumble "Please don't leave me..." I didn't know what to say, all I did was kiss his head and rest mine on top of his, hoping I wouldn't do what he just told me not to.



A/N: Awwwww! She will always care, no matter how mad she is, but do you think she's gonna leave him? COMMENT, LIKE, AND FOLLOW, LOVELIES <3