-The next morning-
Harry’s POV
As I reach to Dani’s apt. I start regretting on coming. ‘don’t you ever come back into my life again’ her words keep repeating in my head. I knock the door expecting her to open the door. But I’m wrong, again. “Morning” I greet Nadya. “What are you doing in here?” she asks rudely. “I-I came to-o see Dani” I shutter. The way she is staring at me makes me nervous. “Why?” she asks sarcastically. “Because I-I need to explain her something” I say while looking around the inside of the house. “What? That you were working **cough** hooking up with a slut” she fires. “No-o” I say. “No, you don’t worry she already knows it all. Now go look for another hoe. There’s a frat house nearby.” She says, attempting to close the door in my face. “There’s tons of them” she whispers. “Hold on. I need to talk to her. Please, I know you are mad at me and stuff but I really need to talk t her.” I finally say. “Alright, I think she is in her room. I haven’t seen her this morning.” She sigh. “Thank you.” I say while rushing to her room. “Dans” I say while lightly knocking the door. I continue knocking for about what? 2 minutes already. “I’m coming in” I say after opening the door. Nothing. I sigh, I notice her phone on the floor, with the screen cracked. I mean really cracked. “Bathroom.” I say to myself. I run to the bathroom. Locked. “Daniella open the door” I command. I keep knocking until my patience it’s over. “Nadya!” I literally scream. “Shhh. Finn is sleeping and so is Dani.” She says walking up the stairs. I let a little laugh out. “She isn’t sleeping. She is not in her room. She is locked in the bathroom.” I say as her eyes widen. “W-what?” I say trying to figure out her expression. “L-locked? In the b-bathroom?” she shutters. “You sure?” she says starting to panic. I nodded.
“Fuck.” She says walking to her room. I waited, leaning on the bathroom door. She walks to the hallway with a key in her hands. “Move” she says as I move. Her hands shake while she attempts to open the door. “Oh gosh” she covers her mouth as she opens the door. “W-what?” I ask trying to see what’s on the other side of the door. Dani, laid in the bathroom floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. Red scars covering her wrists. Dried tears on her face, and a razor slightly placed on the palm of her right hand. “She is unconscious. We just need to wake her up, stop the blood, and clean up for sure.” She says while taking the razor off her hands “How do you know she is unconscious . M-maybe she is-“ she cuts me off. “No, she isn’t. It’s not like she hasn’t had a rough life, and it’s not like I haven’t been there for her.” She says, meaning something else. “What do you mean.” I calmly ask. Trying to help her sit Dani up. “Well..” she sighs “She has secrets, her life wasn’t that pretty you know, it still isn’t. But she fights for it, she tries to pretend that she is okay, that nothing happened, or happens. She started to self harm when she was about third-teen, why? I really don’t know because of bullying and shit like that. And others things-“ I nod as she talks. “Rape, I know.” She just smiles “Yeah, that. Her parents sent her here, with me because I’m her closest friend. I mean I know about her life, her past, the scars everything. So I’ve been lets say responsible for her the last few years.” Her eyes started to tear up. “Lately she hasn’t been doing this though. After rehab she changed. A lot actually, b-but when this happens..” she scrunched her nose. “Everything goes back to zero, Let’s hope her parents don’t know about this, so that they don’t send her to rehab. For the fifth time I think.” A tear came down my face before I even notice. “That’s umm-“ “Wow? Yes it is”.
Daniella’s POV
What? Who? Why? Is all I can ask myself. “Tyler!” I scream, trying to catch my breath, recognizing where I was. “No, no he is not here." Nadya says holding my wrists. “Ow..” I say while she immediately took her hands off my wrists. “I-I saw him.” I say while my eyes tear up. “Dani t-that can’t be possible..” she says. “Well it is..” I state. I saw him, right in front of me while I was ‘relieving stress’. “Lets just get you cleaned up.” She says, still not believing me. “Thank you” I sigh. “It’s all-“ she cuts herself off, her eyes looking behind me. “What?” I ask. She opens her mouth and stops herself before I look back. Exactly the person I wanted to see, notice my sarcasm by the way. “Babe I-I’m sorry, for everything.” He says walking towards me. “I’m a jerk, an asshole, I know all that. But management forc” bullshit. Bullshit.
“Stop! I know that too, no needs to lie.” I smiled
“I’m not lying.. Please let m-“ I cut him off, again.
“Oh no. Harry Edward Styles, I know, I know.” I walk towards him.
“Wait isn’t it… Harold?” I get closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Shh shaa. No need to talk. I know people like you are, liars, unfaithful, and over all, fake.” I lean to kiss his lips but he backs off, making me let out a smirk.
“No, no. Don’t say that, you don’t mean it.” He says.
“oh, how do you know?” I ask interested.
“Because you are not like that, and you know it.” He says out of breath.
“Harry, you know sometimes… You don’t get to decide who you want to be. Others do it for you, I know you ‘get me’, but it’s different for me I am who people want me to be, well what they believe I am.” I sighs in relieve hugging me tightly, too tight.
“I’ve missed you” I whisper in his ears while tears rush down my face. “Me too.” He whispers back, leaving a kiss on my forehead. “I’m sorry, I didn’t meant any of that” I hug him tighter. “Hey, I’m not the kind of people to say this but.. I told you.” We both laugh. “oh shut up.”
