Change My Mind~ A One Direction Love Story.

Change My mind - Part 6

I hold still as Harry holds me, feeling my mascara quickly falling down my cheeks. After I soak in the feel of Harry being here, of him holding me close, of him smelling like fresh Christmas cookies, I start to fanatically push away from him, grabbing the blade and hopping up on my bed. 

"Harry, don't try to stop me. You can't change me being this way. Am I still the girl you fell in love with!" I scream as I slash the blade through my wrist quickly and swiftly. I see him stumbbling toward me, so I do it again, and again. He stops and stares at me with his wet cheeks, stained with tears, and his puffy eyes probably sore from trying to hide his sobs.

"Yes, you are." He whispers. I slowly set my blade down as he continues.

"You're beautiful, Aala. I love you to no end. I always asks myself, why does she loves me? I'm just some weird fuzzy haired guy with a huge penis shaped nose. I'm fat and worthless, as the haters say." He says with strain in his voice. Before I can respond, he's pulling up his sleeve on his shirt revealing over 50 little cuts going up his arm. 

"Oh my God, Harry!" I say before I pull him towards me, stroking his curls in my hands as he sobs into the crook of my neck. i can feel his body move quickly as his sobs come harder, and faster. I look down at my bloody wrist, everything gets faded, and soon enough Harrys luscious brown curls were just a blurr to me. 

"Harry, I can't see you," I say as he looks up at me, I trace his jawline ever so slightly. I can feel his eyes tracing my cuts, just as easily as I feel his thumb pressing on my other wrist, feeling as my pulse slows down. 

"Shit! Ok, Aala, stay with me." He says, pulling me to the bathroom. "

Aala, honey, stay with me,” Harry's soft voice sounded in my ear, as I hear water running, and someone dabbing a damp cloth onto my wrist.

“Come on, close your eyes and take deep breaths. “ I could hear the panic in his voice more now.

I tried to do what he told me. leaning my head on the wall and controlling my breathing. Soon, my brain wasn’t scrambled anymore, and I let your eyes flutter open to see Harry bending over my cut up wrist, wrapping a tight bandage around it. 

As soon as he was done with his work, he scooped me into his arms, and carried me through your flat, depositing me in my bed, and tucking the covers around me. 

**************************************************************** After crying for about twenty minutes, I heard the door gently open and then shut. Letting my eyes pop open, I saw a red eyed Harry come gently over to the bed and lay down beside me. Without any words, he pulled me into his chest, rubbing my back as my sobs got louder and more violent. 

“Why?” He asked simply after I had calmed down.

“My dad. It was my fault. The memory just came back” I whispered, hiding my face from him.

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

“Mad? Oh baby, I’m not mad. I want to make sure you’re okay. I want to know what I can help you with. I’m never leaving your side, we are going through this together, I promise. Now get some rest, we’ll talk later,” Harry insisted, wrapping me tighter to him and tucking my head under his chin. 

And without another word, I slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms.

-end of part 6-