♥ Harry's POV ♥

-"Nice place." Louis told me from the couch.
-"Thanks mate."
-"There's only one thing missing here."
-"What?"
-"A girlfriend."
-"Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."
-"Oh, really, talk away."
-"What do you do when the girl you're starting to fall in love with, already has a boyfriend?"
-"Ahh. That's a hard one. Put some nice clothes on, buy some flowers and ask her on a date."
-"But she already has a boyfriend, I actually met him yesterday. She's going to reject me, I know she will." I can see it in her eyes. She just likes me as a friend.
-"Wait, you met her boyfriend?"
-"Yea."
-"That's not good, man."
I sighed.
-"Don't be so hard on yourself. Give it a try. If you really like her, then you fight for her." Louis said.
-"Thanks buddy."

♥ April's POV ♥

-"Good morning handsome." I said to my boyfriend as I wake up.
-"Good morning beautiful."
-"I didn't know you would stay the night."
-"Me neither." Clay smiled.
I got out of bed and got in the shower. I got dressed and put some makeup on. When I walked to the livingroom, Clay was already sitting on my sofa, dressed, watching TV. I sat down next to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
-"So..." My boyfriend started.
-"What?" I said curious.
-"Your scars? I mean, you have a lot of scars on your thighs and on your stomach.
-"No. I don't." I said, trying to get out of the situation.
-"Yes, you do, I saw it myself." Clay claimed.
-"I don't know what you're talking about."
-"This is what I'm talking about." He said pulling my shirt up. He looked into my eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he bent down, sitting on his knees, kissing the scars on my stomach.
-"You can tell me everything you know that?" He said standing up, he was looking straight into my eyes.
-"Tell me what's going on." He said louder, I saw tears in his eyes.
-"I think you should go."
-"No, you have to tell me."
-"I don't want to talk about it." I said.
He didn't say anything. He just looked at me. He looked dissapointed. He walked out of my door and slammed it. I knew this day would come. I always knew. And I always knew I wouldn't be ready. I had never talked about my past before. Not to anyone. Not even my parents. He's the first person to see my cuts. And he left, just like I thought he would.

Notes

It's getting exciting!