Kay's POV

"Harry... I have a question. To. Ask.. Umm.. You" I stuttered out. I hope he says yes. I was very scared. I wanted nothing to be awkward between us.

"What is it?" Harry asked. Like old times he most likely would say yes.

"I am scared of my self. Please can you spend the night in my room with me?" I cried. I was swept off my feet bridal style.

"Of course, just like back then?" Harry asked me. I nodded my head. Just like back then when my life was so screwed up. Nothing changed, nothing. I snuggled my head into his chest as he carried me out to the living room.

"Megan!" I heard Harry say. I look up to see Megan. I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I snuggled back into Harry's chest. As soon as Harry said ‘Megan’ Niall shot up and looked over at us.

“Come on Megan!” I could tell Niall was upset. I gripped Harry tighter. He did the same to me. I heard some stomping and a door slam. I shook in Harry arms and started crying softly trying to hide it.

“Come on Kay. He just wants you safe. That’s why he is mad!” At this point I think all boys know except Harry about my depression. I look up at Grace and the boys. They nod as if they read my mind. I hid my head and cried louder. Harry decided being in front of them wasn’t the best right now. He brought me to my room when Zayn got back.

Harry’s POV

Zayn was back already. Has it been that long? Wow. He came in like he needed to talk to Kay. I nodded my head and left. What were they going to talk about? I eavesdropped to see what he needed to say.

“Kay… Where are the rest?” Zayn said. What did he mean? What does he mean the ‘rest’?

“What are you talking about?” Kay said. She knew what he meant. I heard it in her voice!

“I know you’re suicidal. Where is the rope and you other razors?” I sat in shock. After awhile I heard stuff getting thrown around the room. Then….

“WHERE ARE THE DAMN RAZORS?!?!?!” Zayn yelled. I rushed in. All I could do is stare at Kay who was now in the corner of the room shaking.

“Kay?” I walked over to her. I look over to Zayn and wave him near. I grabbed her arm and pulled the sleeves up. Razors were taped to her sleeves. Everytime she moved she cut herself. Zayn pulled off her shirt and one swift movement. Same with her pants. He did it so easily without tearing her skin. He untaped all the razors and slid them in his pockets. Over 59 razors in those clothes. Zayn went to her closet to find a box full of them. Every pair of clothes had razors taped on the inside. She had over hundreds! I sat by Kay who was only wearing her panties and a bra.

“You get your clothes back tomorrow. I have to get all the razors out!” Zayn yelled taking her clothes out of her room. I slid off my shirt and gave it to her. She quickly threw it on. It was white so the blood came through. I hugged her tightly. Why would she hurt herself? She seemed tired so I decided to let her rest. I went towards the doors.

“Please I am afraid of myself,” I knew she wasn’t lying. I walked back to her bed side and slid into the covers. I held her tight to me to make sure she would go to sleep. I have to help her from herself.

Notes

I am bored so I wrote up a boring chapter!

Sorry its boring and short!

~TheRockerOfTheParty