Kate's POV
Recently me and Harry had gotten closer, we went out multiple times and I've really enjoyed it. I've never opened up to guys before him. Walking through the corridors of the collage, many students mumbled and whispered, some of them, mainly the girls that liked Harry, would just simply yelled out profanities toward me. Consisting of things like slut, bitch, attention whore, and even the occasional word "cunt" was involved. Harry wasn't at school just yet, seeing as he had gone to a frat party and got pissed drunk and had to have me help him into his dorm. "Hey slut, just wanted to tell you to back off. Harry's mine. Always has been. You're not even his type! I mean look at you," the girl said, walking over to me and circling me like a dog stalking it's prey. "You've got zits, you're thighs are way to big. I mean your jeans are basically struggling to keep them in! Your style is terrible, hair is frizzy and God, hasn't anyone ever told you about makeup?" She snickered. My eyes were watery and Harry was the only thing I wanted right now. She poked at my sides and jerked at my books. "Aw is the poor slut crying?" She mocked, pretending to cry. I shoved my shoulder, wiping my wet cheeks and stumbling out into the parking lot to my car. They laughed as I struggled to unlock it, cursing words as the keys fell from my shaking fingertips. "Kat?" I heard Harry ask, walking over to me from my car. His hair was a complete mess and he was wearing a white v-neck shirt where his tattoos were on full display. His black skinny jeans were as tight as ever and he wore his brown boots. "N-nothing Harry just leave me be okay?" I whimpered, opening up my car and throwing my books in. "No, Kat please tell me what's wrong. I'll get in this car with you if it means you'll tell me what's wrong." He said, pulling at my wrist to make me look at him. "Harry, please. I can't deal with this right now. Go talk to those girls or something, they're way prettier then me anyway." I snapped and got into my car speeding towards my dorm. Fall Out Boy blasted through the speakers and even more tears streamed down my face. Everything those girls said was true, I was nowhere near Harry's type. I don't deserve such a sweet guy like him, even if we are just friends right now. My feelings for him have been more then that even before we got close and I hate myself for even caring about him even when I should have known I wouldn't have worked. I don't belong here, all my life I have been bullied and harassed, and all my life I have cut and harmed my body. No one except my mother and my closest friends know this, not even Harry. I have about 300 cuts on my left wrist, about 100 on my right and many more on more parts of my body. I'm constantly wearing hoodies and jeans, which is why Harry hasn't realised I'm like this. I'm ashamed of my self for letting this happen to me, but at the same time I'm not. It's literally the best thing in the world when you see the blood coming out of the fresh wound, it feels like all of the worries and difficulties are leaving your body as a crimson red colour. I pulled into the parking lot of the dorm and walked up to my room. My roommate wouldn't be home anytime soon, so that meant I would have time to do the exact thing I'm about to do.
Kill myself.
Nobody would miss me, sure my mom would but we haven't spoken in three years, she can live without me. Harry doesn't care about me, and I have no one else in my life to second guess this. I took off my boots and clothes, grabbed my stash of blades and headed to my bathroom. We had a small bath, and shower, probably only big enough to fit one or two people at the same time so this wouldn't be hard at all. I had always had thoughts about doing this, but now I realise that I'm really not wanted here. I turned on the bath, making it warm so I would be comfortable then I turned towards the medicine cabinet and took out the first bottle of pills that I saw. Swallowing about 20-30 I sank myself into the tub, letting these final moments be filled with happiness before I took out one of my blades and swiped it quickly across my wrist. It went fairly deep and the blood started coming out quickly. I could see spots in the corner of my vision as tears started coming out of my eyes. I don't know why I was crying, but I hated it. The water started to turn a pink colour as the blood started flowing out. I could hear my front door open and close, but I hearing was too muffled to know who came in. My eyes started drooping as the blade feel from my hand and into the water, before a large hand clamped down on my wrist to stop the bleeding. My eyes slowly opened to see the curly mess of hair and those emerald eyes I've fallen in love with, before he glanced at the empty pill bottle. His two fingers were immediately shoved down my throat, my eyes shot open as they made me gag constantly before the pills i took moments before came spilling out of my mouth and into the dirty water. Tears were spilling down my cheeks as Harry's large hands made me look into his eyes. "What the hell are you thinking? Why are you doing this!?" He asked forcefully. "Harry you don't understand! I've always been like this, you just haven't known. I'm not like you Harry, I'm not a cheerful person like you. I can't make people smile by them just listening to my voice, I'm not cheeky like you. I admire you for being all those things, you make me laugh and smile and I love you for that, but you can never love me and I realise that now. That's why I've done this." I cried as he pulled me into his arms, not caring that he was getting wet from all the water. "Kat, the reason I even talked to you was because I knew I liked you. Loved you even. I'm sorry I haven't let you see that but I want you to please stay with me so I can tell you that everyday. I love you Kate. I want to be able to tell you that every morning and every night." He spoke softly, and the tears came down faster. I didn't even care that Harry was seeing my naked right now, I just cared about what he just said. My heart melted and the previous thought left my mind. I nodded and he pulled me out of the reddened water, me curling my body to cover my exposed body. His body was radiating with heat and my shivering back was quickly covered by a blanket and I was placed on my bed soon after. "Thank you harry. I-I'm sorry" I stuttered, completely freezing but his body being pressed to me made me feel warmer. "Ssh, it's okay. I'm just going to stay and keep you safe. We can let this behind us for now." He smiled and kissed my forehead, wrapping his arms around my body and snuggling closer to me.
