Versace

Chapter 39

Kally's P.O.V
~Saturday night~
Harry has been really busy, and he's going to get busier by the beginning of this week. At the moment, he was at the studio to record Band Aid, which meant I was home alone with Kitty. Kitty and I were just laying down on the bed, and I watched tv. I get a text. It's Harry.
"Hey babe! I'm on my way home! Xx -H
"Okay! :)"
I smile to myself. I don't know why considering I had cut myself once again without him knowing. I feel like I need to tell him, so I text him saying:
"Hey Harry! We need to talk when you get home..."
"Okay baby!"
I sigh. I really didn't want to do this. It was never easy. Husband or not. I was always afraid of what his reaction would be. When I very first told him that I cut, he was so, so sad. He kissed all my scars, and told me he never wanted me to do it again. I stopped, just for him, for a year and a half. But that's when Harry and I were happy. We're not happy now. I don't have to even ask him. I know he's not happy. To be honest, I'm not either. Somedays I am. Somedays I'm not. The only reason why I feel like that is because Harry cheated on me so many times. I didn't want to blame him for our relationship problems, but some of this is his fault. He's the reason why I'm having trust issues. I'm knocked out of my thoughts when the door opens. It's Harry. I sigh, knowing that I had to tell him now. I hear his heavy footsteps walk up the stairs, and then he enters the bedroom. "Hey." He smiles. "Hi." I smile. He walks over, and pecks me on the lips. "So, uh, you said you wanted to talk to me." Harry says. "Uh, yeah, I do." I say. "Okay, what is it?" He says. "I cut myself again." I say. I say it very quickly, and I feel better after I say it. I hear him sigh, and then I look up. "I know, I'm sorry." I whisper. "It's okay." He shakes his head. "No it's not. Harry, if you're mad, just tell me, I'll understand." I say. "I'm not mad, just disappointed. You were doing so good baby." He whispers. "I know, and I'm sorry that I ruined it. It's my fault." I shake my head. "It's not your fault. I don't talk to you anymore. We used to talk about your problems, and then you wouldn't cut. If it's anybody's fault, it's mine." He says. "Don't go blaming yourself, Harry. It's my fault, and you know it." I whisper. "How?" He frowns. "I should have came to you instead of cutting. I used to, I don't know what happened." I whisper. "I'm never there for you anymore, and I'm sorry, it's my fault." Harry says. "Can we not talk about this anymore?" I sigh. "Sure." He whispers. I get up, and walk out of the bedroom, going downstairs. I didn't want to leave Harry, but I was done with the conversation. All I wanted was to tell him that I had cut myself, not debate who's fault it was. I hear Harry come downstairs, and I was already sitting on the couch. "Are you mad at me?" He asks. "No.." I say. "Well, you act like you are. If you are, just tell me." He says. "I'm not mad, it just bothers me to hear you say that all the cutting that I'm doing is your fault. I don't like it." I say. "I'm sorry." He says. "It's fine." I shake my head. He sits next to me on couch, and he grabs me by the waist, and pulls me on his lap. "I love you." He whispers. "I love you, too." I whisper. He grabs my chin to where I'm looking at him. He leans in, and kisses me. His lips were always so soft. We kiss more, and then we finally pull away. "I was thinking..." He trails off. "Thinking about what?" I ask. "When we go to Orlando, we can maybe go to Disney World, if that's okay." He says. "Yeah, but aren't you going to be busy?" I ask. "We can go tomorrow instead." He says. "Okay!" I smile. "Okay, good." He smiles. "You have to promise to go on the roller coasters with me." I say. "Since when have you liked roller coasters?" He asks. "Eh, for awhile now. I think they're fun." I shrug. "Oh okay, I'll do it." He says. "Really?" I say. "Yeah.." He says. "Yay!" I hug him. He chuckles, and hugs me back. "Thanks, Bear." I smile. "You're welcome." He smiles. "So, what are we going to do for the rest of the day?" I ask. "I don't know." He shrugs. "Oh I know! We can share really corny jokes!" I say. "I thought you didn't like my jokes." He says. "I don't, I just really want to laugh right now." I say. "Oh okay." He says. "Yeah, you first." I say. "Okay, uh-" I cut him off. "Let's just look them up on the internet." I say. "Okay." He giggles. We whip out our phones, and look up funny jokes. "Knock knock." He says. "Who's there?" I say. "She's dating a gangster." He smiles. "She's dating a gangster who?" I giggle. "She's dating a gangster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside my head." He grins, I giggle. "My turn! Knock knock!" I say. "Who's there?" He asks. "Broken pencil." I say. "Broken pencil who?" He asks. "Never mind, it's pointless." I shake my head, he chuckles. "Okay, knock knock." He says. "Who's there?" I ask. "Cow." He says. "The cow does moo. You already said this before, Harry." I giggle. "I know." He smiles. "Okay, knock knock." I say. "Who's there?" He asks. "Harry." I say. "Harry who? And if it's Harry Styles then I knew that." He smirks. "Nope. Harry up! It's cold out here!" I giggle, he giggles, too. "Okay, this isn't a knock knock joke, but it's funny." He says. "Okay." I nod. "How do you organize a space party?" He asks. "Don't know, how?" I smile. "You planet!" He smiles, I giggle. "Okay, what bow doesn't tie?" I ask. "Hmm, I don't know." He says. "A rainbow." I say, making an imaginary rainbow in front of my face, he giggles. "What do you call a grandma on speed dial?" He asks. "Don't know." I say. "Instagram." He says cheekily. "That's funny!" I laugh, he nods. "Okay, I got two." I say. "Okay." He says. "Knock knock." I say. "Who's there?" He asks. "Urine." I grin. "You stinker! You can't steal my joke!" He says, tickling my side. "Yes I can! It's a free country!" I giggle. I climb off of his lap, and he gets on top of me, and tickles me more. "Stop!" I giggle. "No!" He giggles. "Harry!" I laugh. "Nope!" He says. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" I plead. "You're not going to do it again, are you?" He says, stopping. "No daddy." I smirk. "Good girl." He smirks. He gets off of me, and we both sit up. "Knock knock." I say. "Who's there?" He asks. "Olive." I smile. "Olive who?" He asks. "I olive you." I smile. "I olive you, too." He says. And with that, we kiss.

Yes, I know it's really stupid 😔😪