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Chapter 49

Kally's P.O.V
I cut myself. Again. Just now. Ugh. I'm sorry I really am. There was just so much hate today. People were saying that Harry was better of with Emma Watson than me and that she's prettier than me. Then people were saying that they were happy about Harry running into Cara Delevingne and Kendall Jenner was good because maybe he will think about divorcing me. But the one that hurt the most is a picture of an article saying that Harry didn't love any of his girlfriends. How is that suppose to make feel? I hear the door open. Harry's home. I quickly get up and wipe all the blood off of my arm, and then rolling down my sleeves. "Kally? Where are you?" I hear Harry say. He had just entered the bedroom when I walked out of the bathroom. "Oh, there you are." He smiles. "Yep. Here I am." I smile back. Harry walks over to me, and grabs my face and kisses me roughly. "I want to make love to you so bad." He whispers. "N-No." I say, pulling away. "Uh, okay.." He says. "Sorry, I just, I just really don't feel well." I lie. "Oh, what's wrong?" He asks. "Oh, it's just my tummy. She's been kicking all day." I say. "Oh. Hey, be nice to mommy, you're messing up our sexy time." He says, rubbing my bump. "Stop!" I giggle. "What?" He laughs. I shake my head and walk out the room, praying that he won't find the bloody towel that I left behind in there.
Harry's P.O.V
I was taking my suit off. The British Fashion Awards were really good. I decide to take a shower, so I open the shower curtain to see a bloody towel. What? I pick it up and it is soaked in blood. I decide to ask Kally about it, so I go downstairs. For some reason, I feel like Kally had cut again, but I prayed that she hadn't. She was sitting on the couch watching tv. "Hey Kitten, where did this come from?" I ask. She turns around and her eyes widen. "Uh, I had a cut on my ankle and it was bleeding a lot, so I panicked and wiped it off with that towel." She says. I wasn't stupid. But I don't know she could be telling the truth. If we were in Los Angeles, I would be able to tell, but since we're in London and it's cold, she's wearing sweatpants that covers up her ankles. "Let me see." I say. "Oh, I already put a band-aid on it." She says. "Oh okay." I say. I knew she was lying, I could tell by the way she looked at me. I turn to walk away, but I stop myself. I couldn't let her get away with this. "Hey Kally." I say. "Yeah?" She says. "Remember when we promised to tell each other everything, no matter how bad it is?" I say. Hopefully this will make her speak up. "So, have you cut yourself lately?" I ask. "No." She shakes her head. "Are you telling me the truth?" I ask. I hope I can make her crack. And she does. She starts to cry, and I walk over to her. I set the bloody towel on the coffee table and pull her into a hug. "I'm sorry, Harry! I didn't mean to do it!" She cries. "Ssh, it's okay baby." I say.
~Later that night~
Kally had went to bed while I stayed up and read all the hate Kally was getting on twitter. She doesn't deserve this. She really doesn't. Kally was such a good person. She deserved the whole world, not the whole world telling her to go die. I feel really bad because there's an article about me saying that I never really loved any of my girlfriends. I feel like I should bring it up to Kally, but I know I'll only say the wrong things, and that she would see me differently, even though she probably already does. Half of it was true though. I liked them, but not as much as Kally. She made me weak in the knees, and after six years she still does. I'll always love her, and nobody can change that. Nobody. Not even Louis...
~The next morning~
Kally's P.O.V
I woke up and immediately smelled food. So, I brushed my teeth and met Harry downstairs. "Good morning." I smile. "Good morning." He says turning around. "Listen Harry, I'm sorry about last night." I say. "It's fine babe." He says. "Well, you acted like you were mad last night, and to be honest, I think you still are." I say. "I'm not mad, Kitten. Disappointed, but not mad." He says. Well, that hurt. I didn't want Harry to be disappointed in me, I wanted him to be proud of me. "O-Oh, well I-I'm sorry." I say. He turns around and walks towards me. "I didn't mean to make you upset by saying that, it's just I wish you would do better you know? I just wish you would've at least thought about what you were getting ready to do." He says. "I understand." I say softly. Yet, it hurt me. A lot. I turn away, and sit on the couch, turning on the tv. After a few minutes, Harry brings our plates. It's eggs and bacon, my favorite. "Thanks." I say. "You're welcome." He says. "I think it's funny how you ran into Cara and Kendall yesterday, but most importantly Kendall." I giggle. "You heard about that?" He asks. "Of course! It was all over Instagram!" I laugh. "Oh wow." He chuckles. "Yeah, did you freak out on the inside?" I ask. "A little." He says, looking down at his plate and smiling to himself, making his dimples show. "I knew it!" I laugh. "Shut up Kally." He chuckles. "It must've been so awkward for you considering that you dated them both and haven't really spoken to them in awhile and then... Poof, here they are." I giggle. "Shut up!" He giggles. "It's okay, Bear." I giggle, standing up and taking my plate to the kitchen. Harry smacks my butt, and I giggle. I return and sit next to him. He gets done with his and I get up and sit on his lap. Harry holds me, and I smile to myself. "I love you." I say, looking into his green eyes. "I love you, too." He smiles. He leans in and kisses me slowly yet passionately, making me melt....