Wroetofreezy One Shots

//16 - scars

TWs: reference to self harm

A.N: hello everyone! it's been a while since i updated. this is just a short chapter, it isn't really wroetofreezy tbh but i thought it was cute anyway. i'm working on a smut for the next chapter, and it's turning out quite well so far (since, let's be honest, the one that i posted the other day and then took down was utter trash lol). so anyone who likes smut, watch out for the next update. see y'all then.

Concept: The boys never understood why Harry would never take off his shirt, or wear anything more revealing than long sleeved tops or long shorts. Until they all go on holiday together, and the truth comes out.

[1470 words approx.]

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Harry POV

I used to be proud of my scars, when I was younger. I thought they were a sign of my strength, and set me apart from the others. I thought they were a part of me. But now, that part of me has died.

It took a lot of hard work to kill off those dark thoughts I used to have. The way I used to dream of pain, not able to take my mind off the next time I would be able to take up my blade. It was my best friend. Toxic, damaging and unhealthy, but still my best friend. My scars were a reminder of the times I spent, alone with that friend. At that point in my life, I lived for those moments. Nothing more, nothing less.

Nobody can ever understand the places I've been to unless they've been there themselves. People might say that they understand, but they're liars. My journey back from hell has been difficult, but now, I'm closer to the light than ever before.

Which is why I hate my scars. They're horrible memoirs, of the things I've done, the things I've lived though, the things I've felt. I hate seeing them, and being reminded. I hate when other people accidentally brush any areas where I used to self harm regularly. The worst is if anyone else ever sees them. Which is why I always like to keep covered, even if it confuses the people who don't know about them.

At this point, that's most of the people in my life. I've cut out almost all of my friends from back then, and even the few I still talk to don't know any of my new friends. The only people now who I'm close with that know the full extent of my issues are my parents. And I would like to keep it that way.

Unfortunately though, that doesn't seem like it's going to happen.

"Come on Bog! Have a dip lad!" Shouts Ethan, while still treading water next to the edge of the pool. I'm sat at the side, on a chair, scrolling through my phone. And everyone else, apart from Tobi, is in the water.

"Yeah Harry! You're gonna boil if you just sit in the sun all day. Come and cool down for a bit," says Josh. What a dad, worrying about me getting too hot.

"Really guys, I'm good thanks," I respond, trying to sound casual, while panicking slightly inside. They're definitely going to keep persisting, so it's just a matter of when at this point. Which scares me. As much as I never wanted it to happen, I knew they were gonna find out eventually. I just didn't expect it to be while we were having a nice holiday in Egypt.

"You're no fun," teases JJ, splashing water in my direction. I flinch away from the tiny droplets as they come towards me.

"Don't be a dick JJ," says Vikk, giving me a worried glance. "Josh is right Haz. Put on some cooler clothes at least, you must be roasting alive. Who wears a long sleeve shirt in 30 degree heat?" He does have a point. I'm very hot, but I'm so used to feeling like this in the summer that it barely bothers me.