First Cut Is The Deepest (One Direction - mainly Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

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The smell of bleach woke me up and my nose crinkled in protest to the harsh smell. Groaning, I opened my eyes and was greeted with a bright light. I quickly shut them again before opening them slowly again. The light wasn’t as bright this time. I was conscious of someone near me, and I sat up, looking round to find the person when I saw Liam sat on the chair I had placed in my room to put some clothes on and he was staring at the floor. When he heard me shift on the bed, he looked up and relief clouded his face, but it was still obvious that he was deeply worried.

“Liam? What happened? Why are you here? It’s like three am!”

“Four am. I was about to phone an ambulance!”

“What? Why?” I couldn’t really think about much as my head was still groggy from sleep.

“You’d cut pretty deep.” That was the only response that I got. Of course, I had used one of Harry’s razors and cut myself. “I cleaned you up, and the blood.” That would be the bleach that I could smell. Sure enough, when I looked at my wrist, there was a bandage probably covering the gauze and plaster.

“Thank you” I whispered. Liam waved it off and went back to looking at the floor. “What? Umm, why are you here?” I asked and brushed my hair out of my face.

“I was walking home and your neighbour came running out, saying that she had heard you and Harry fighting again and that it sounded serious. I knocked; no answer and I had my key, so I unlocked the door and called your name. Again, no answer, when I went looking for you, I saw the bathroom door open and the blood…” Liam stopped talking and swallowed. Taking a breath before carrying on. “There was so much blood. I thought for certain that you were dead” He shook his head, as if trying to remove the memory. “But you were breathing so I cleaned you up and” He looked at the floor. “Changed your clothes, they were so covered in blood that I just binned them. I didn’t see anything.” He blushed and I shook my head. Typical Liam. “After making sure that you were okay, I cleaned up the bathroom. There’s no evidence. I take it Harry doesn’t know?” This time, it was me that looked at the floor.

“That was my first time”

“Why?” It was such a simple question but bought back so many memories. The fight. Harry. You’re a big fat ugly slut and I hate you. Ten words that killed me inside. I didn’t even realise that I was crying until Liam was sat next to me, hugging me.

“Please don’t tell him” I sobbed into his chest. It took him a moment to reply.

“I promise. But you have to promise something in return, don’t cut again. If you ever feel like you want too, just come to me. I’ll be there promise” I looked up at him and smiled.

“Thanks. I promise” Liam grinned down at me and rubbed my back. He wasn’t to know that I was crossing my fingers behind my back.