It's Complicated

Zoey Tomlinson thinks her life is amazing before she finds out things she isn't supposed to. There are things she was never supposed to know. She wants to know more, but her 'dad' tells her to drop it. He's saying everything she hears is a lie. But something tells her differently.


20. Chapter Twenty

Louis' P.O.V.

    I woke up to the scent of pancakes. Yum. I followed it to the kitchen and saw Harry. "Where's Zo?" I asked. "Sleeping. She was refusing to go to sleep last night because she was scared, so she's in my room but it took forever to get her to actually go to sleep. Even then she was restless." he said. "Why is she so scared? What happened at the hospital, Harry?" I asked. "I want to make sure Zoey wants me to tell you." he said. "No, I want to know right now. Tell me. She will forgive you is she didn't want me to know." I said. "Lou, I'm not telling you until she says its okay." he objected. "Gosh dang it, Harry! Just tell me! She's my sister I need to know what's going on!" I yelled. Harry frowned and his eyes wandered behind me to the door. I looked and Zoey was there, rather frightened. "I'm sorry." I said and stood to hug her. Her arms wrapped tightly around me. "Can I know what happened now?" I whispered in her ear. She flinched at the subject, but nodded. "Harry can tell you. I'm going to go take a shower." she said. I nodded and she went back down the hall, leaving Harry to tell me.


Zoey's P.O.V.

    I didn't want to be the one to tell Louis. I also am so sick of being scared about everything. I don't want Louis and Harry to have to worry about me, so I decided I should punish myself.

    I'm standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror. Stop being a coward, Zoey. You have to teach yourself to not be such a wimp. But what if Louis or Harry catch me? What will they think? They won't catch you. That sentence echoed over and over in my head, making me believe. I began looking through the drawers for what I needed to do this. Stop looking. This isn't right. I was hearing it in my head, but I couldn't stop. I just kept searching. Until I found one in the cabinet. A razor. That's exactly what I need. Every morning I will cut myself for however many times I got scared of something. I can't be a chicken anymore. I put the blade against my wrist and stared at it for a minute, before I ripped it away and slammed it on the counter, running down the hall to Harry. What am I doing? I'm not that kind of person!

    I threw the kitchen door open and went straight to Harry, throwing my arms around him and crying in his chest.


Harry's P.O.V.

    I was in the middle of telling Louis the story, when Zoey burst through the door and came over to me, hugging me tightly and crying. I was quite startled, not understanding what was happening to her or what did happen. I frowned and looked at Louis, who was frightened himself. But I dropped it and held Zoey tighter. She was my top priority at the moment and she needed me for whatever reason.

    She kept saying things in between tears. "I don't want to be like this." "This isn't me." "Harry please help me." I didn't know anything she was talking about, so the only thing I could do was try and calm her down before asking anything.

    After a few minutes, I got her to calm down a little. "Zoey? What's wrong, love?" I whispered. She sat up and wiped her eyes. "I was going to cut myself." she whispered. My heart dropped.  Why would she even think about that? I hugged her tightly, shutting my eyes tightly as I tried to not think about her harming herself. "Why, Zoey?" I whispered, still hugging her tightly. "I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be able to live without everything making me scared. Everything has something that makes me afraid. I don't want that anymore, so I told myself I need to stop being a coward and cut myself every time I got scared," she whispered, "But I stopped myself. I don't want to cut myself. I'm not that kind of person. But what if next time I can't stop myself, Harry? What if I actually did?" She was scared. Of Joe, of being alone, of getting hurt, of someone she loved getting hurt, but most of all, she's scared of herself. That can be a huge problem.


A/N: OMG guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever!! I had NO CLUE I would be so busy! Gosh I hate school!! It's too much work! :( So I'll be updating when possible...

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