Skinny Love ~

I woke up at Harry's house, in Harry's bed, next to Harry. Great. I propped myself up, and saw Harry's face buried in his pillow. I giggled he looked so adorable. Cut the shit out Bree. He's the one that made you cut. He's the one that made school living hell for you. He's the one that made you feel alone. He's the one that made you insecure. I looked at my wrist and saw my faint scars. It had been over 3 years and they were still there. As if, they were part of me. How come when we were in middle school, it was okay for him to bully me, but now that we're Juniors he wants to be friends? Like the fuck is wrong with him? Did he finally grow some balls and matured? I doubt that. Just the other day, I saw him messing with this gay kid at school. I don't know. I used to hate him, but now I guess things are okay with us? I don't know. I seriously need to tell Eleanor what happened. Ugh.

"Good morning beautiful." Harry smiled. Did he just call me beautiful? Shit, what do I say? I've never been complimented before, especially not from Harry.

"Harry, are you still drunk?" I asked. He just laughed. What the fuck? I'm so confused right now. My phone started ringing. And it was the same number as yesterday. Weird. Whatever, I'll just let it go to voicemail.

"So I see you changed your ringtone." He laughed

"Ha, yeah I did. I actually like that song a lot." I said with a slight smile

"I've never heard it before." Harry smiled with one dimple popped out. God, why are you hot. BREE STOP.

"Well you should listen to it. It's my favorite." I genuinely smiled.

"Well, I will soon." He smiled. "Bree can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, what's up?" I asked

"Are we friends now?" He asked confused

"I don't know. You hurt me so badly in the past that it's something I can never forget. You know Harry, when we were in middle school, I used to wake up and think why everybody hated me. Why I was never good enough. And I thought, am I really never good enough, or is it because you said I was, and everybody listened to you because you were popular." I said in a low, cracky voice.

Harry's POV

Shit. Did she just say that? That she was never good enough? I really have fucked up this time. Tears rolled down her face, and I wiped them away with my thumb. I really feel bad. I mean she's literally perfect, and it breaks my heart to think that she thinks she's not good enough. Why am I such a dick. I love her so much. There's only one thing i want to say.

I'm in love with you Bree.

"What?" She asked confused.

"What?" I asked

Did I just tell her I'm in love with her.

"You just said right now, that you're in love with me." She said with no emotion

I sighed.
"Yes, Bree. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since the 4th grade. And I didn't know how to express myself, so I bullied you. And when I found out that I caused the scars, when I came home I started cutting myself." I said "And I didn't know what to do. I knew you could never forgive me for the-" She cut me off.

"I forgive you." She said with a smile.

"You do?" I said surprisingly.

"Yeah, I really do."

"Oh well then." I laughed. She laughed too. Oh god, her laugh was the most adorable thing ever. But she still isn't mine. Ah. I just need to ask her to be my girlfriend, then everything will be perfect.

"Oh and Bree."

"Yeah?"

"Will you be my girlfriend? I promise I will love you forever. Never let anything hurt you." I said with confidence.

Bree's POV

"Yeah?" I asked

"Will you be my girlfriend? I promise I will love you forever. Never let anything hurt you." He said with a huge smile.

Holy fuck did he just ask me to be his girlfriend?