The Only Hope For Me Is You

"You're my only hope. I wouldn't be here, if it weren't for you. Don't ever leave me."


4. Chapter 3

Harry POV:


My hair was soaked by the time I got to school. The reason being Gemma leaving me again, and it's raining pretty hard. I didn't bring an umbrella because I always end up losing them. I scanned my clothes, yup. Look horrible. Everything I'm doing just to see this mystery girl. She's probably not even here. As soon as I entered the building, I rushed towards my locker. I took my things out and went to homeroom. I took a seat and looked at the door intently. Waiting to see if she comes through that door. Time passed and the bell rang signaling the end of homeroom. Maybe she's in my next period.


Entering math, I sat on the far corner. Again, I waited for her, but still, no sign of her. I don't want to seem desperate. I'm not. I'm just curious about her. That's all. The day passed by like that. I didn't even see her in the hallways. Which clearly shows that she doesn't even come here and I practically just messed up everything I had planned.  I decided to just skip 7th period, I can't go home because I'll be risking seeing my dad. I'll just relax until 8th period.




The bell rang, I got up and left the small room. I headed to art, which was just close by. I pushed the door open and walked straight to my seat. I placed my things on the ground, but soon heard Mrs. Clare speak in delight.


"Oh! You must be the new student! Welcome, take a seat darling!"


My head shot up, and there, standing by the door, was her. Her wavy brown hair in a side braid and her mocha eyes scanning the room. She gave Mrs. Clare a small smile and headed towards a seat. For a moment I thought she was going to sit at my table, my heart started to pound like never before. But disappointment arose when I saw her take a seat with a group of girls. I sighed and took my sketchpad out.


"Um, you can't sit here."


I glanced up and saw Alyssa glaring at her.


"And, why can't I?" She asked calmly.


"That seat is taken, my friend is just running late. So I suggest you get up, and move your ass elsewhere, ok? Thank you." Alyssa said with a tone of sarcasm.


All the mystery girl did was scoff, rolled her eyes and got up. I saw her coming towards my table, she sat down next to me, mumbling under her breath. My breath hitched, my heartbeat sped up. The late bell rang and soon Mrs. Clare shut the door.


"Well students, we'll be continuing our work from last class. You'll work until the end of the class period, it'll be due by then. If you were absent or new," she glanced at the clueless girl beside me, "You can check in the bin for instructions." She nodded firmly then made her way to her desk.


She reached towards the bin, reading the instructions. I turned back to my work because I don't want to seem like a fucking creeper or something. From a side glance, I saw her take out her earbuds and put them on. She seemed like if she were in her own little world. Not caring about the things around her. I need to know her name.




"You have 5 minutes to put your stuff away. Bell will ring in 9."


I looked at my art work. The assignment was basically to draw something that represents you. I drew a boy looking down with a shadow of batman. I looked to my right and took a glance at what she drew. My eyes widen as I saw her drawing with amazement. I don't think she's even finished, but it looks realistic.


"Alright, you can talk and move around for the remainder of class." Mrs. Clare said as she opened the door.


My fingers drummed against the table. She stared blankly at the ceiling. She slowly turned, and before I knew it, she was facing me. She sent me a small smile, before getting up and leaving. I sat there confused, why did she leave?


"Mr.Styles..." Mrs.Clare cleared her throat, "the bell has rung, you are dismissed."


My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, I nodded and quickly walked out of the classroom.




"Well, what do you expect me to do?! I'm the only one working in this house! Gemma is studying. And that worthless son of yours, doesn't and will never help!"


"He's your son too! It takes two to make a child! So don't go blaming things on me, when it's also your fault he's like that!"




Immediately after hearing that, i dropped my backpack and raced to the kitchen. When I saw the scene my jaw clenched and anger boiled through me. My dad had my mum up against the wall, basically choking her.


"Let her go!"


I took hold of his shoulders, with the force I had, I tried pushing him off. His face flushed and he balled his hands into fists.


"Mum, go to your room."


"Please don't fight Harry, you'll get hurt-"


"Mum, GO."


With tears in her eyes and a heartbroken face, she disappeared. That's when hell broke lose.



"Ow. Ow. OW!"


"Oh Honey, I'm sorry."


"It's ok mum, don't worry."


"No, it's not. I should've kept my mouth shut."


"No mum. You did the right thing. You need to defend yourself, don't let him treat you like that. You don't deserve it."


Her eyes swelled with the familiar tears again, her tears trailing down her red stained cheeks.


"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." she mumbled as she embraced me into a hug, "I love you."


"I love you too mum. Now go rest, ok? You need it." I said stroking her cheek.


She gave me a weak smile and kissed my forehead before leaving the room quietly.


Slowly, I walked to my bathroom. I stood at the mirror and studied my reflection, well more like my face. It had a purple bruise forming on my cheekbone and another on my left cheek. How the hell am I going to cover this up? Everything's just so messed up. If I would've kept going with the plan, none of this would've had happen. They wouldn't have argued nor fought. This is all my fault. I am worthless, I know nothing of life. None of this would happen if I were no longer visible. I should just get this over with. I pulled the top drawer opened and searched through the pile of mess for my blade. Where is it? A sense of desperation shot through me, I couldn't find it.


I looked around my room, before my eyes landed on a pair of scissors. That can work. I walked softly near my bed and swiftly took the scissors. I held it close to my wrist. I stared at it. Slowly, I slid the scissor across my wrist. The bright red blood trickled down my wrist, crashing against my small desk.








My toes curled, biting down on my lip to contain the pain soothing through me.








I took near by tissues and tried cleaning the blood. Hurry, hurry, hurry!


"Please come out, your food is ready."


"I'll be down soon."




"I'll do it later. "



I hoped you guys liked it, I'm super tired it's late here. Anyway, love you guys !!! 😘😘🌹🌹


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