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Why? Why would he hurt himself like that? Why would he hurt himself at all?

The movie ended and I quickly got out of my spot to turn the television off. I needed to talk to him about it. I sat back down and turned towards him. “Harry, what would have caused you to hurt yourself like that?” I asked. There were so many questions running through my head, but that was the only one I could bring myself to ask.

He sighed. “It’s a long story.” He said gripping his wrist tightly.

“I’m all ears, and we have all night.” I told him softly.

He sighed again. “Have you ever just been in so much pain that you had to just run away from it all, make a fresh start?” He asked looking directly into my eyes.

I shook my head. Where was he going with this?

“T-that’s what happened. I-I was bullied at my old school, so I moved here.” He confessed.

I pulled him into a hug. He stayed still for a moment before I heard quiet sobs and my jumper became damp on the shoulder. I pulled him off gently when I couldn’t stand to hear him cry anymore; I was about ready to cry. “That’s why you cut yourself? Because you were bullied?” I asked to confirm.

He nodded in substantiation. How could anyone hurt such a harmless creature as Harry? How could anyone be so cruel?

I raised a hand to his cheek to wipe a tear that had just begun to roll down from his eye. I wiped the tear as he kept eye contact with me for the entire time. “Who would be so cruel?” I asked him as I moved my hand away from his cheek and put it into my lap.

“T-this guy at my old school… He beat me up a few times… made me depressed… I cut to relieve the pain. The bullying got worst, so I ran away.” Harry explained, as he spoke I swear I felt my heart drop and break into a million pieces.

“Hazza… I’m so sorry…” I spoke softly.

“It’s not like you can change the past. It’s already done with. I’m past that point in my life, I’d just rather not relive it.”

“I wish I could, but what I can do is make sure it doesn’t happen again. Thankfully it’s our last year.” I reminded him.

“Yeah, then we can get a place together and do whatever we want.” He chuckled softly.

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The entire day we watched movies and messed around, but I couldn’t keep my mind, or my eyes off of his arm. I don’t know why I had such an urge to see them, I just did.

“Hazza?” I asked him to get his attention.

He turned away from the stove for a second to look at me. I was sitting on the counter, so there was no need for either of us to look a bit up or down.

“Can I see them?” I asked in so much of a whisper it was barely audible, but I know he heard me because he frowned.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said looking out for me and my unstable emotions.

I nodded in response before he held out his arm hesitantly. My fingers moved slowly, pushing his sleeve up. My breath hitched as the number of scars and burns went up the higher I pushed his sleeve. Tears began burning my eyes as I traced the scars. Soon tears began flowing uncontrollably down my cheeks. Harry raised a hand to wipe the tears, I flinched away as his smooth, milky skin touched my flushed cheek. I would say something, anything if my body would let me speak, but it felt as if my lips were welded together.

Harry pulled me in a warm embrace, slightly pulling me off of the counter, but I hadn’t realized as of yet. Minutes went by and we were still hugging. Harry didn’t care that his entire jumper shoulder was wet from my tears, nor did I care that I was still crying. I could no longer feel the tears running down my face, almost like they were numb from the crying. Nothing else mattered aside from the hug. Time seemed to stop when we began hugging, and hasn’t started since. Neither of us are talking, nor even making any sounds.

After what seemed like forever, Harry reluctantly pulled away. He backed up, staring at what seemed to be my lips for only a few seconds before they met my eyes again. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have let you seen.” He said quietly looking at the floor.

“No, it’s my fault, but we shouldn’t regret this. It can only make our relationship stronger. We learn from our mistakes, we help each other get through hard times, and we never leave each other’s side, yeah?” I asked, propping his chin on a curled finger to meet our gazes.

He nodded, giving me a small, soft smile. Absentmindedly, I leaned in and pecked his forehead quickly. I hadn’t noticed that I had done so until I was back in my previous upright position. I noticed how his eyes went wide and there was a faint blush on his cheeks, but other than that, his face was quite blank. Shit, I scared him. He probably knows I like him now. Hopefully, he’ll think it was just a friendly-reassuring-comforting peck. I frantically thought to myself.

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