I crept up the stairs and into a room that was labeled 'Quiet Room' I looked around and saw pictures, and newspapers. I walk towards one that looks familiar, hey I've been there-
My thoughts are interrupted by footsteps going down the hall. Shit! I drop the pictures on the table and take one last look at the creepy pictures of me randomly walking or sleeping and rush out the room. I make my way back to the couch just in time. Harry comes and sits beside me.
"Hi.." I say. He smiles sweetly at me.
"Hello beautiful.." He trails off. I give him a small smile and look at the t.v.
"Where we're you?" I ask but soon regret it. His grip on my thigh tightens and I flinch back in pain.
"None of you're fucking business." I freeze at this sudden change in mood.
"Bipolar much.." I mumble under my breath.
"What?" He asks pressing harder, sure to leave a few bruises.
"H-Harry you're h-hurting me!" I try to sound strong but his nails are stinging my thighs. It's as if those four words ignited in his brain and he released immediately. I ran up the stairs and into my room. I locked the door and walked into my closet. I changed into a baggy T-shirt and pajama shorts and crawled onto bed. All I remember before I fell asleep was crying and wishing I could be found. I was stupid to think help would come..
I sat up by the knock in my door at...3:35 in the morning. I groaned and laid back down. "Rae..." Harry's voice booms through my door. I sit up feel scared, anxious and somewhat safe all at the same time. Which seems weird but, I miss Harry..I want him to hold me and leave me alone all at one time.
I stand up and walk to the door and slowly open it to see Harry peeking in at me. "Go away.." I whisper. He shakes his head and pushes pass me. He turns on the light and leads me to my bed.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you..and hurting you.." He says sighing.
"I'm fine...and I forgive you." I say.
"Did I leave a mark?" He asks. I shake my head no, obviously lying. Harry pull up my shirt just a little bit, I tried covering the bruise with my hands so he wouldn't feel guilty. "Oh my-" I cut him off quickly.
"It's okay, it's okay.." I whisper. He shakes his head letting tears fall down his cheeks.
"I-I hurt the girl I love.." He cries into my arms as I play with his curls.
"You love this girl?" I ask.
"Very much, even though the circumstances are wrong.." He says while sighing.
"Just don't ever hurt me again..maybe I'll love you one day." I say encouragingly. He smiles and kisses my thigh multiple times repeating "I'm sorry." Over and over.
"I promise you I will never hurt, or let anything hurt you ever again." He says and kisses my forehead. I smile and kiss his dimple.