Dakota's POV

Ever since I bought the book, I couldn't put it down. This girl. She reminds me of me. Only she was brave enough the end it. Instead, my acts of self harms earned my the title Suicide. It'd be spray-painted on my locker and yelled at me across the hall. They all called me Suicide the day I came back from the hospital. Everyone knew I tried to end it. I hate it.

And Clay, he can't blame himself. Not many of us want your help. But, if he did want to help her, he should've tried harder. Don't just brush it off. Try to get to know her. We don't need people to understand. To know how we live. We just need someone to be there. A shoulder to cry on. You know. Everyone needs someone like that. Why does that sound so familiar?

Wait.... Wait.... Wait.... Jeez. I am so stupid. That one person thinking they should've tried is Harry. He blames himself for not trying hard enough. Like I said, I don't want someone to understand my life. I don't need them too. I just want someone like the boys to be there for me.

Maybe I'll talk to him later. I just need to be alone for a little bit.

*~*~*~*

After a peaceful weekend, I have to return to hell. But before I go back to the Freeman's, I have to see Harry. I stand in front on the door wondering if I should ring the bell. Then again, he told me he loves me after four days. He might think I'm a freak. Just like everyone else. God, maybe I waited too long. He probably thinks I'm not worth it and I'm alone again. Just like before.

Hesitantly, I press the doorbell and wait for him while watching my feet. Soon, the locks are clicking and the door opens. Harry clad in only chinos and very visible boxers. My eyes widen and look away. Never have I been comfortable with a man without a shirt. Never. Not once. Too many bad times with those guys. Seeing my discomfort, he quickly runs back in and pulls on a black shirt. “Better?”

I look up at him and nod. “Apparently you do have four nipples,” I mutter and shrug. He laughs softly and leans against his doorframe. “I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have ran away.”

He smiles, “It’s fine. Totally understand. I did come one a little strong so I should apologize too.”

I nod, “Well, I have to go back to the Freeman’s. Maybe I can come back later. We never did finish that movie,” I laugh humorlessly. Yep. Socializing in any form is so not me. Never was.

He nods, “How about around four? I kind of want to take you somewhere if that’s alright.” I shrug. I honestly don’t care. As long as I’m away from Blaine and Stephanie. “Alright. See you then.” He smirks and takes a step before stopping. “Sorry. I know you don’t like hugs.”

Finally, someone that understands me. I nod my head and wake bye. “See you in seven hours.”


Harry’s POV

Thank God she’s alright. I thought she’d never talk to me again. But instead she came to talk to me. Weird twist... And she's the one who suggested to come to my house. It's usually me that wants that. What happened to her during the weekend? A miracle? I plop down on the couch and think about the bizarre event.

*~*~*~*

Wallet. Check. Keys. Check. Plan. Check. I’m taking Dakota to the mall today. I hate that she hides herself. She needs to be confident. I still have no idea what her body looks like. Skinny or not, I honestly don’t care. So what if she has bruises. They’ll fade and make her who she is. I just want her to see it like I do.

I check my reflection and my shoes. This time, my sneakers match. I have on white Converse, chinos, black shirt, a green unbuttoned flannel, and a fedora. I grab my watch and a paper plane necklace and fix myself up a little. I want to look good for her.

After I’m done with my hair, the doorbell goes off signalling Dakota’s arrival. I run to the door and open the door. Dakota still clad in an oversized sweatshirt and yoga pants, stands looking at the ground. “Hi Harry,” She mumbles. “Where are we going?”

I smile and close the door behind me, “Surprise.” I grab her hand to pull her to my car. “C’mon.” I open her door and she ducks in. She mumbles a thank you and I get in my side. I start up and the car and pull out of my driveway. The first thing I do when I get out on the road is turn on the radio. Anything to fill the silence. I don't mind that Dakota doesn't talk that much. It does suck a little bit though.

I don't even realize I'm singing along to We Are Young by Fun. until Dakota points it out. "You have a nice voice," She says. "I see why girls like you guys so much."

I smirk, "Thanks. I'm glad you think so."

I pull into the mall parking lot and park the car. Dakota looks at me with a terrified expression. Dammit. I forgot. She's terrified of crowds. I'm stupid. "What are we doing here?" She asks.

"Before you say anything, I didn't completely think this through," I say. "I just want you to love your beauty like I do." She shakes her head. "Dakota, you're beautiful. Just because a people claim something different doesn't make it true."

"But, everyone's going to judge me. You're a famous pop star. I just an ugly nobody not supposed to be here," She hyperventilates. "I can't do this Harry!"

"Stop saying can't!" I yell. "I'm sick of you saying can't!" She backs away and I shake my head. I have to be gentle with her. "Sorry. I just hate what they've done to you. You're not ugly. Alright. And that's why we're here. To show you how lovely you look."

She smiles slightly, but quickly takes it off. Well, it was good while it lasted. "On one condition." I nod. "You can't leave my side. Nothing good happens while I'm out by myself."

I nod, "C'mon." I get out of the car as Dakota does too, and take her hand. She looks up at me awkwardly. "This way I won't lose you." I pull her along and into the mall. "Which store do you want to go to first?"

"I don't know," She shrugs. "I don't really go in these stores. Which one do you think we should go in?"

What store would have modest clothes? I know she won't jump from sweatshirts to short skirts so maybe something with variety. Is it just me or am I thinking a little girly? Well, I am shopping for a girl so... Moving on. I look in a nice up to date store and pull her in. I mainly see T-shirts and jeans so I think she'll wear these.

"What size are you?" I ask.

She shrugs, "I'm not sure."

We are going to be here for a while.

*~*~*~*

An hour of looking and I think we found a good look. I'm waiting for her outside the dressing room with girls watching me play Temple Run. At times it's kind of weird when strangers are looking at me, but I just have to deal with it. Especially since they're taking pictures of me sitting in the women's clothing section.

"Harry?"

I slip my phone in my pocket and turn to Dakota. My lips break into a smile and stand up. She's beautiful. She has the perfect body. Curves in all the right places, long slender legs, and nice boobs. Yes. I said it. Boobs. Why would anyone want to hate that?

The black T-shirt fits her body well while as does the jeans. She didn't want to expose her arms so I gave her a red plaid shirt to go over and One Direction bracelets to cover her wrists. Niall was right. She's gorgeous.

"Wow," I sigh. "You look amazing."

She rubs up and down her arms, "I don't know. It doesn't look right. I mean, I can't pull this off. Someone else maybe. Definitely not me."

I shake my head, "You pull this off, Dakota. You have a nice body. Whatever those girls tell you is wrong." Look at her again and smirk with an idea. "But there's one thing missing." I take off my necklace and clasp it around her neck. "There."

She takes the pendant in her hand and looks at it. "Are you sure Harry? I mean, I'm not the prettiest person in the world."

I sigh. When will she see it the way I do? She really does embody Little Things.

Notes

Updated cuz I felt like it. In the meantime, tell your friends about the story. Strap a paper to a pigeon named Kevin. Carve it into a carrot. Draw it on a mirror. Shave it into a cat. Actually... Don't do that last one. Shaved cats are creepy.