Anywhere but here (Punk Harry Styles) *ON HOLD*


20. Chapter 20

A tear trickled down my cheeks as Harry spoke those words. "Harry- I- I-" I didn't know what to say and bit my lower lip. I sat closer to him, our shoulders now touching. "Please Skylar." Harry whispered and I honestly just wanted  to hug him and tell him everything was going to be fine, but I was completely frozen. "I love you so much." He whispered, his voice sounding broken. I pressed my lips to his cheek softly, leaving them there for a while. I pulled back and looked at our hands.

I pulled my hand back and I will never forget the look on his face. He'd looked like someone just took away everything he had, leaving him empty and alone. The hurt overwhelming in his eyes as they looked empty at the same time. As if there was no soul in his body, no emotions, just an empty space. Harry had tears stream freely from his eyes as he let one single sob slip. That sound was the most heartbreaking sound I ever heard.

Harry stood up, making his way to the door. "Harry." I said, my voice cracking at the end. Harry turned around slowly, the hurt still overtaking his face. I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He slowly brought his hands to my waist, hugging me a little tigher as he cried into the crook of my neck. 

A sob escaped my mouth while tears freely spilled from my eyes. Harry looked up slowly, his bloodshot eyes still spilling tears. "W-why are you crying?" He asked, whiping my eyes. "Because my other half is crying." I whispered. Harry then showed me his wrist and I only now noticed the old and newer cuts. I felt like I wanted to die, it hurt so bad. He shook his head. "That isn't what I wanted to show you." he whispered.

"I saw how you had a poster of Demi Lovato in your room and noticed her wrist tattoo's... the Stay Stong one. I wanted to get my own version of 'Stay Strong'... so I did." He whispered. "Take it off." He said refering to the white bandage around his wrist. I slowly brought my hands up to it and unwrapped the bandage.

As I had unwrapped the bandage I re-read the letters over and over again. I ran a finger over the ink. I looked into Harry's eyes and back at his wrists. I already knew that Harry was my reason to stay strong, which was obvious. I never even thought about Harry himself needing to stay strong as he always looked so strong and confident. I gues if everyone judges you for the way you look... I read the name over and over again, glancing at the scars every now and then. 


It read in cursive letters. "I will never give up on you.." I whispered and he looked a bit confused. "I won't give up on you." I said cupping his cheek and staring into his eyes, refering to when he asked me to not give up on him. I wrapped my arms around his neck again, hugging him again.

"I won't give up on you." I repeated in a whisper.

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