The Initials on My Wrist - 1D Fanfiction

Leah has always wanted to meet one direction. She has a bedroom covered in posters, a billion t-shirts and lets not mention how many concert tickets she has pinned to her wall, because there are more than enough. When her Mom becomes their manager, Leah, being 19, would much rather take her Mom's offer and come on tour with them instead of staying home alone for six months and tags along. The only problem is that it is the middle of summer, and she wont expose her wrists. That counts as sweater's, long sleeve shirts and warm jackets, only to hide two letters, the initials of the person who she secretly loves, and always has. What happens when that same person, doesn't love her back?

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7. Chapter Seven

Leah's POV

Today I told Harry Edward Styles, the lover of cats and the colour orange, that I love him. I still don't know if I meant it or I just wanted to spare his feelings. I don't know anything anymore.

Well it's 2 Am and I can't sleep. I am just drifting off when my cell phone goes off.

From Harry: Hey, you awake? <3

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From Leah: Am now.

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From Harry: Sorry, did I wake you?

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From Leah: No, it's fine. Whats up?

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From Harry: I miss you *Virtual smooch*

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From Harry: Hello?

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From Leah: Still here.

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From Harry: When You said you loved me, Did you mean it? :( I meant it! I love you!!! <3

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There it was. Did you actually mean it. I can't lie, but I can't tell him the truth because, I don't know the truth.

From Leah: Of course I meant it. You are so sweet Harry. <3 But can I please sleep now?

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From Harry: No. Stay there and don't move.

What did he just say? Stay here and don't move? I jump when there is a knock at my bedroom door. I get out of bed and unlock it. It's Harry. When he looks at me, I remember. I'm in a tshirt. I rush over to my suitcase to get yet another one of my hoodies. Harry grabs my arm, but doesn't look at my wrist. He looks at me in the eyes. "Leah, what is so important that you need to hide it from all of us. I thought we were dating? I thought we told eachother these things." Harry says to me, I've never seen him so serious. "I don't care." I say, slipping on her sweater. "No matter how close we get, I will not show you these markings on my wrist! You can force me to do anything. But showing you my wrists will change the way my life works and I won't even be me anymore. And I'm pretty sure that is something you don't want." I tell him, getting angry. "Now why did you come in here anyways." I mumble. "Because I wanted to see you." He says, hugging me and spinning me around. "Well I want to sleep." I groan. I trudge over to my bunk and slide in. Harry walks over. "Scoot over miss bossy," He says, climbing into bed with me. I feel weird about it, but I'm honestly too tired to care. "Harry, what are you doing. Did you forget your bunk is over there?" I say, trying to joke around but it came out serious. He loses his smile. "Forget it." He says, leaving my room. "Harry wait!" I call, getting up to find him sitting on the couch. "Why do you constantly push me away? Why cant you just accept that I might just possible care about. Why is that?" He says sternly. "I don't know how to deal with it Harry." I say, walking away. I feel his grip on my arm. "With what?" "With love. I have never had a boyfriend. And now that I might possibly have one I don't know what to do? I don't know how to act? I'm sorry." I tell him. "I'll try to be better." I promise. "I'm sorry too. But I don't know if we should be dating. It's been a week and barely anything good has happened between us." He says, leaving me standing there, all alone. I walk back into my room, take one step into the bathroom, and spill my guts.

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