Save Me From Myself
Chapter Two
My eyelids fluttered open and then closed again as I realised that the sunlight had started to creep in through the window. Adjusting to the brightness, I flicked my eyes over to the clock on the wall, taking in the digits and allowing the time to register in my mind. 08:35; it was still early, really. I shuffled around slightly, only to feel Harry’s grip tighten on my waist. I smiled to myself, not knowing if he was fully awake just yet. I moved my long, dark hair from my eyes, catching sight of the bandages that graced my wrists and remembering what had happened the previous night. I groaned, barely audibly, instantly regretting what I had done. Breathing in deep, I pushed the thoughts from my head and snuggled closer to Harry, his legs intertwining with mine as he felt my touch. “Morning, sunshine.” His sleep-coated words were followed by a kiss to the back of my neck and I felt at ease immediately. I returned his ‘good morning’ greeting, turning my body to his as he spoke on. “How are you feeling today?”
His eyes glanced down at my wrists and he kissed me again, awaiting my reply. “I feel okay. They’re itchy though.” A frown fell on my lips as I motioned towards the bandages that were hiding dark secrets.
The same frown that was on my lips appeared on Harry’s. I hated to see him sad and knowing I caused the upset made it even worse. “Shall we go and shower, then I’ll re-dress them for you?”
I nodded, hearing the hope in his voice that I managed to replicate into mine. “I’d like that.”
“Come on then, I’ll race you there.” Harry winked at me as I rolled my eyes at his childish proposition; one of the many reasons I love him like I do. Pushing himself up and off of the bed, he pulled his t-shirt over his head as he came over to my side. He helped me up from the mattress, taking my hands and placing them on his bare chest.
I looked him, craning my neck up to match his gaze. “I’m gonna beat yaaaaaa.” I sang as I nudged him out of the way, running towards the bathroom giggling. I heard him tut behind me and so I stopped, turning around to see where he was. He was nowhere to be seen when I leant on the bathroom doorframe and I scrunched my face up in confusion.
I turned around a full 360 degrees, my shoulders being caught and Harry whispering in my ear from behind. “I’m gonna beat ya!” He laughed as I shook my head and sighed, his grip on my shoulders still firm.
“You said you’d never leave me, and now look, all for the satisfaction of winning, you’re going on without me.” I near-on shouted, very overdramatic as Harry’s hold loosened and he span me to face him, a solemn look embedded on his gorgeous features. “Juuuuuust kidding!” I swooped underneath his arm and into the bathroom, turning the shower on to heat the water up. Harry walked in and I stepped into the shower, still fully clothed, the water hitting my skin rhythmically.
“Skyler, clothes?” Harry looked at me and the sight of the now sopping wet fabric that clung to my body.
I laughed as he joined me. “Yes Harry, I’m still wearing clothes. But so are you. Now we’re both wet.”
Water droplets hit our faces, much to the point where we were beyond caring. “Clothes in the shower is just not right. Off with them.” A serious tone flooded his voice, his expression to match as he pressed me against the wall.
“Yes Mr Styles, of course Mr Styles, your wish is my command Mr Styles.” Playful sarcasm weaved its way into my words as steam filled the room and our clothes hit the floor. ---
“Skye, are you nearly ready to go?” Harry shouted just as I was smoothing my dress down in the mirror. I wore bracelets on both wrists over the white bandages, doing my best to cover them up as we were going out in public. The press picked up on everything, but I hoped that it wouldn’t draw any attention to myself. I picked up my bag and threw it over my shoulder, meeting Harry at the front door of our house. “You look so good in that dress. Blue is definitely my favourite colour to see you in.”
I blushed, linking my hand with his as we left the house, ready to spend some more quality time with each, knowing that over the next two weeks, our time together would be very limited. ---
Our shopping trip had been successful so far. Harry had only had to stop a handful of times for autographs and photos and we were yet to run into any journalists or paparazzi. We ducked into Topshop, Harry gravitating to a dress that he saw and fell in love with instantly. I laughed at his enthusiasm. “I’m sure it’s me who’s supposed to be really excited about girls’ clothes?” He handed me the dress in my size, smiling as he did so.
“It is, but this will look amazing on you, I’m sure. Look, it’ll pinch in at your cute little waist!” He pecked my lips, re-claiming the dress and carrying it for me as we continued to look around the shop.
I popped into the changing room to try the dress on, pulling Harry with me, past the girl at the entrance who was clearly paying no attention anyway. “What do you think?” I asked him as he pulled the zip up at the back of the spotted blue fabric.
“Sexy. Definitely sexy.” He mumbled against my skin as he attacked my neck from behind.
I tilted my head to give him better access, allowing him to leave the mark I knew he wanted to leave. “Have you quite finished, babe?”
He moved away slowly, taking a step back to look at the pair of us in the mirror before unzipping the dress and letting it fall down my body. “I have indeed. I’m going to go pay for your dress, meet me out front?”
I stepped out of the material and Harry quickly swiped it from the floor, putting it back on the hanger. “Sure babe, don’t leave without me.” I winked as he left the changing room and I put my other dress back on. I could just imagine him having to slip past the changing room attendant. I made my way back through the shop and wound up outside before Harry did. I fished for my phone in my bag and played with the buttons, trying not to attract attention to myself.
I heard my name being shouted from across the street and, thanks to human nature, I looked up. “Skyler!” A short man, probably in his 40s, paced towards me, camera in hand, snapping pictures with every step. Harry had always told that the best thing to do around paparazzi was to just act natural and smile – they get bored and leave. I did exactly that, smiling and saying ‘hello’ as a crowd formed. “Skyler, what have you done to your arms? A fight with Harry?”
This angered me. A fight with Harry? Are you serious? I thought. “Harry would never hurt me, don’t be ridiculous.” I looked towards the shop entrance again, willing Harry to come quickly.
“Bit of an obvious place, I bet the need for those bandages was no accident.” One girl in the corner sniggered as she took a picture on her phone, obviously noting the horror on my face.
I had no chance to make any further comment as my boyfriend came rushing out of the shop, putting his arm around me and pulling me out of the crowd. We walked quickly towards a cab and Harry opened the door for me to get in, swiftly making his way around to the other side, giving the taxi driver our destination. He turned to me, seeing the distress on my features. “Love, I’m so sorry, the shop assistant recognised me and asked for a picture and I was stuck for a few minutes. What happened? Are you okay?”
I told him exactly what happened, reminding him that it definitely wasn’t his fault when he blamed himself. I told him of the comment about my wrists; I cried and he told me it would be alright, just like always.
“It’ll be fine, I promise you. I’ll speak to management, get them on the case if anything comes up online or in the press. We don’t have to apologise for who you are. It’s private and nothing to do with anyone who needn’t know.” I nodded, smiling against his lips when they came into contact with mine.
“I do love you, Harry Styles.”
“And I love you Skyler James.” We were just a few minutes from our house at this point and Harry pulled his phone out, texting management to let them know about what happened. The text was sent and Harry’s hands moved to my wrists, his thumb caressing the bandages in a way that let me know everything would be just fine.
His eyes glanced down at my wrists and he kissed me again, awaiting my reply. “I feel okay. They’re itchy though.” A frown fell on my lips as I motioned towards the bandages that were hiding dark secrets.
The same frown that was on my lips appeared on Harry’s. I hated to see him sad and knowing I caused the upset made it even worse. “Shall we go and shower, then I’ll re-dress them for you?”
I nodded, hearing the hope in his voice that I managed to replicate into mine. “I’d like that.”
“Come on then, I’ll race you there.” Harry winked at me as I rolled my eyes at his childish proposition; one of the many reasons I love him like I do. Pushing himself up and off of the bed, he pulled his t-shirt over his head as he came over to my side. He helped me up from the mattress, taking my hands and placing them on his bare chest.
I looked him, craning my neck up to match his gaze. “I’m gonna beat yaaaaaa.” I sang as I nudged him out of the way, running towards the bathroom giggling. I heard him tut behind me and so I stopped, turning around to see where he was. He was nowhere to be seen when I leant on the bathroom doorframe and I scrunched my face up in confusion.
I turned around a full 360 degrees, my shoulders being caught and Harry whispering in my ear from behind. “I’m gonna beat ya!” He laughed as I shook my head and sighed, his grip on my shoulders still firm.
“You said you’d never leave me, and now look, all for the satisfaction of winning, you’re going on without me.” I near-on shouted, very overdramatic as Harry’s hold loosened and he span me to face him, a solemn look embedded on his gorgeous features. “Juuuuuust kidding!” I swooped underneath his arm and into the bathroom, turning the shower on to heat the water up. Harry walked in and I stepped into the shower, still fully clothed, the water hitting my skin rhythmically.
“Skyler, clothes?” Harry looked at me and the sight of the now sopping wet fabric that clung to my body.
I laughed as he joined me. “Yes Harry, I’m still wearing clothes. But so are you. Now we’re both wet.”
Water droplets hit our faces, much to the point where we were beyond caring. “Clothes in the shower is just not right. Off with them.” A serious tone flooded his voice, his expression to match as he pressed me against the wall.
“Yes Mr Styles, of course Mr Styles, your wish is my command Mr Styles.” Playful sarcasm weaved its way into my words as steam filled the room and our clothes hit the floor. ---
“Skye, are you nearly ready to go?” Harry shouted just as I was smoothing my dress down in the mirror. I wore bracelets on both wrists over the white bandages, doing my best to cover them up as we were going out in public. The press picked up on everything, but I hoped that it wouldn’t draw any attention to myself. I picked up my bag and threw it over my shoulder, meeting Harry at the front door of our house. “You look so good in that dress. Blue is definitely my favourite colour to see you in.”
I blushed, linking my hand with his as we left the house, ready to spend some more quality time with each, knowing that over the next two weeks, our time together would be very limited. ---
Our shopping trip had been successful so far. Harry had only had to stop a handful of times for autographs and photos and we were yet to run into any journalists or paparazzi. We ducked into Topshop, Harry gravitating to a dress that he saw and fell in love with instantly. I laughed at his enthusiasm. “I’m sure it’s me who’s supposed to be really excited about girls’ clothes?” He handed me the dress in my size, smiling as he did so.
“It is, but this will look amazing on you, I’m sure. Look, it’ll pinch in at your cute little waist!” He pecked my lips, re-claiming the dress and carrying it for me as we continued to look around the shop.
I popped into the changing room to try the dress on, pulling Harry with me, past the girl at the entrance who was clearly paying no attention anyway. “What do you think?” I asked him as he pulled the zip up at the back of the spotted blue fabric.
“Sexy. Definitely sexy.” He mumbled against my skin as he attacked my neck from behind.
I tilted my head to give him better access, allowing him to leave the mark I knew he wanted to leave. “Have you quite finished, babe?”
He moved away slowly, taking a step back to look at the pair of us in the mirror before unzipping the dress and letting it fall down my body. “I have indeed. I’m going to go pay for your dress, meet me out front?”
I stepped out of the material and Harry quickly swiped it from the floor, putting it back on the hanger. “Sure babe, don’t leave without me.” I winked as he left the changing room and I put my other dress back on. I could just imagine him having to slip past the changing room attendant. I made my way back through the shop and wound up outside before Harry did. I fished for my phone in my bag and played with the buttons, trying not to attract attention to myself.
I heard my name being shouted from across the street and, thanks to human nature, I looked up. “Skyler!” A short man, probably in his 40s, paced towards me, camera in hand, snapping pictures with every step. Harry had always told that the best thing to do around paparazzi was to just act natural and smile – they get bored and leave. I did exactly that, smiling and saying ‘hello’ as a crowd formed. “Skyler, what have you done to your arms? A fight with Harry?”
This angered me. A fight with Harry? Are you serious? I thought. “Harry would never hurt me, don’t be ridiculous.” I looked towards the shop entrance again, willing Harry to come quickly.
“Bit of an obvious place, I bet the need for those bandages was no accident.” One girl in the corner sniggered as she took a picture on her phone, obviously noting the horror on my face.
I had no chance to make any further comment as my boyfriend came rushing out of the shop, putting his arm around me and pulling me out of the crowd. We walked quickly towards a cab and Harry opened the door for me to get in, swiftly making his way around to the other side, giving the taxi driver our destination. He turned to me, seeing the distress on my features. “Love, I’m so sorry, the shop assistant recognised me and asked for a picture and I was stuck for a few minutes. What happened? Are you okay?”
I told him exactly what happened, reminding him that it definitely wasn’t his fault when he blamed himself. I told him of the comment about my wrists; I cried and he told me it would be alright, just like always.
“It’ll be fine, I promise you. I’ll speak to management, get them on the case if anything comes up online or in the press. We don’t have to apologise for who you are. It’s private and nothing to do with anyone who needn’t know.” I nodded, smiling against his lips when they came into contact with mine.
“I do love you, Harry Styles.”
“And I love you Skyler James.” We were just a few minutes from our house at this point and Harry pulled his phone out, texting management to let them know about what happened. The text was sent and Harry’s hands moved to my wrists, his thumb caressing the bandages in a way that let me know everything would be just fine.
Notes
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12/13/13