Living to love you...

Hi guys! I'm listening to Little black dress, I'm addicted to Mid-night Memories. lol just waisting your time reading this, now ur waisting more time, and a little more time and hell, why not more. Okay I'm gonna stop now.
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Maddi's P.O.V.

I smile as the car turns the corner to a familiar neighbourhood, my house is just a little while away. Their only two reasons that I'm glad to be home, 1. My twin brother Sam, 2. My mother. I've missed them so bad. I wonder what they'd think of my hair, the last time I'd seen them it was the boring dark brown, matching Sam's, not the blonde/brown/grey color it is now, I'm pulled from my thoughts when the car stops, and I realize we're parked outside my home, "This is the address, right?" The taxi driver asks and I nod to reply.
I hop out of the car and the driver gets me luggage from the back, he follows me up the driveway, I pay him a tip and he thanks me with a smile he's probably given a thousand people. I turn towards the door, I think I lost my key a while ago didn't I, yep I did. I smile as something pops into my head, when me and Sam was 12 we made up secret knock, we were so dopey. I bang the small beat on the door and I hear quiet shuffling and the door unlocking I expected the always smiling face of my brother or the loving face of my mother instead a face I hadn't seen in a while, besides on all those magazines and on tv. He sent a memory straight in my head.
*4 Years earlier*
I sit on the bathroom floor, tears rushing down my face non-stop, my fingers fiddle with a razor, I look at my wrist where faded scars lie from my last lonely session in the bathroom. I close my eyes and bring the razor to my wrist, I feel the familiar pinch as it pierces my skin and I drag it across. Again and again. I watch as small beads of blood emerge from the untidy lines and see it turn into thick red dips that stream down the side of my wrist, I close my eyes again and laid my head back on the bath tub and shed my blood and tears. I jump as I hear the door open I saw Harry, Sam's friend, by the door. "Sorry." He says closing the boat stops and my heart began to pound as he peeks around the door, "Are you so-" He stops as he notices the blood on my wrist, his eyes linger on my wrist and then to my eyes I automatically look down getting a feeling I can't explain. Shame?
He offers me his hand and i take it with the unbloody one. He pulled me over to the sink putting the cold tap on takes my hand and runs the water over my bloody wrist, I examine his face recalling on each of his perfect features, his eyebrows furrowed and lips a darker shade of pink than before, eyes unreadable, his hair in perfect brunette curls. "Why do you do this?" He says, turning the tap off and grabbing a towel lightly drying my hand as if I'm not capable. I don't reply.

*Back to reality*
From then on my Harry helped me a lot we got pretty close but we went our separate ways... He got famous and I followed my passion, painting, and went to an Art university.

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