Sweet like sugar

"Thanks for driving me home Caitlin."
She smiles and drives off. I walk inside and the first thing i do is go in the bathroom and look at myself. My nose was was purple and scratched. I had bruises on my cheeks, jaw and forehead. My left eye was purple and half closed. I get undressed to go for a shower. I see my body bruised. I start to cry. I hold it in the hop in the shower... blood goes down my body. I wash my hair and fight threw the pain my body is in.
I get out and take some painkillers thats the hospital gave me. I carefully put a dress on and don't bother even though I hate my boobs so big. I go to the lounge and put on a movie. I close my eyes for a second and the flashbacks come back again. I try to avoid it but I am scared. I can't help but cry... I am in ball screaming and crying. "Please, just stop" I cry.

(Harry POV)
I show up at her door, I just need to explain. I think the best thing would be to talk it all out.
I hear screaming coming from inside, it makes me panick so I jump over the gate and go threw the back door. I hear her in the lounge room so I run. She is there, on the couch all crawled up in a ball crying and screaming to herself. It breaks me more then I ever thought any could ever, to see her like this. I run up to her and put my arms around her, it startles her and she goes crazy. I hold in my tears and get her arms, hold her tightly and calm her down. She finally opens her eyes and makes contact with mine. I feel her loosen up. Looking into her eyes like that, it just makes me know I am alive.

She curles up to my chest and cries. All I could do is hug her. She falls asleep on my chest. I get her head and put a pillow under it. I decide to make her dinner. I went to her kitchen and look around, she didn't have much and it suprised me. She was really thin and fit but woah. I cooked her some spaghetti bolognese. I set it out on her dining room table. I put some candles out and flowers, kind of like a date. I didn't mean to but it just ended up like that.
I look at the entrance to the dining room and she walks in. Her hair is all messy and she pushes it back with her hands. That was the first time I have seen her with her hair on her face. She looked perfect either way. "Did you make this for us?" She asks suprised. I didn't responde, I just tried to be like a gentlemen from the movies and pulled out the chair for her... she smiled and blushed. I sat down across from her and watched and picked up her fork. I started to eat but she didn't really eat much, just picked at it.

"Are you not hungry?" I ask. "No it's not that, I just don't... really eat... Sorry though, it was nice of you to make this." She respondes. She doesn't eat? That made me worried, she sounded still a bit mad. I haven't explained anything yet so I can't blame her. "Why don't you eat?" I didn't mean to sound rude but it might of came out that way. She didn't reply, but she looked at herself disgusted. It made me angry. "I know you hate it when someone calls you beautiful but you are the most perfect person I have ever layed eyes on. That sounds cheesey, fuck." Why did I say that? She giggled. It was cute and made me smile. "Mel, you really are perfect." I meant it. She started to eat and it put the biggest smile on my face. One she was done, I grabbed our plates and washed up. She looked at me like she wasn't used to anyone being so nice. I wasn't used to her being so quiet. Yeah things aren't normal and we haven't known eachother long but she has always been so stubborn since the moment I offered to help her up off the floor after elbowing her.

She starts to walk off to her bedroom, I think to myself; Shit does she want me to leave. But then she looks back at me "Are you coming?" I smile and run after her. I must of seemed like a little kid being all weird like that.

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