The Love Countdown
seventeen;
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Harry played with the loose strand of hair that had fallen out of my ponytail.
“I’ll be fine” I reassured him. Harry, Niall and Louis were going out today, Liam’s birthday was coming up and the boys literally had no idea on what to get him.
“Get him a gift voucher!” I told Harry on the way home from the hospital.
I had woken up to be surrounded by no one. I shifted in my spot and rolled onto my side, cracking open my eyes to be met with a sound asleep Harry. His feet we tucked underneath his bum and his head were rested against the wall.
“Harry?”
“Huh? Wh-“his head shot up and before I knew it, he lost his balance and fell face first onto the marble floor.
“Oh my God, you’re awake. Are you hurt?” He stood up and examined me, running his fingers over my cheeks and pressing his lips against wherever his fingers traced.
“I’m fine” I giggled. “How long have I been asleep?”
Harry glanced down at his watch. “About three hours. You hyperventilated and passed out”
I chuckled, “I do that a lot”
We sat there for about twenty minutes just talking. He even brought up the scars on my thighs. But he never mentioned the fresh ones on my wrists.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I sighed, fumbling with my hands in my lap. “Because it was in the past” I shrugged.
“But you tried to kill yourself Libby. In front of your brother” His voice cracked. The images of my brother’s face were evident in my brain. The look of pure horror and sadness. That was last time I ever saw my brother. He was killed in a gun shooting five months later.
Which has led me here, lying down in bed, covered in three thousand blankets and watching ‘Mean Girls’.
“Okay, I’ll see you in exactly two hours” He pressed a firm kiss to my lips. Lingering slightly before forcing himself to move back.
“Don’t miss me” He boasted. I laughed and waved him out the door.
HARRY’S POV
“Okay, so I bought him a batman figurine. Two snap backs and a card that has little hearts on it. What’d you get him?” Louis sucked on the straw of his drink.
“I bought him some t-shirts”
“And Niall?” Niall looked up from his burger; “I got him a free hugs card?” he smiled innocently.
“Wow, I’m surprised no one has seen us yet” Niall chuckled.
“That’s because we have the table in the corner and we’re all wearing sunglasses” Louis scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Anyway, let’s talk about you. Harry?”
I looked up from my phone, “What’s there to talk about?”
He raised an eyebrow, “You’re totally whipped on Liberty” He smirked.
“N-no I’m not! I’m just worried about her. She passed out and was just released from hospital twenty four hours ago”
Niall smirked, “Sure sure”
LIBERTY’S POV
From: Harry
Are you alright? ❤
I rolled my eyes before replying.
To: Harry
I’m fine :)
From: Harry
Good.
I pressed out of the message app and logged onto twitter.
“I can’t believe Harry’s going out with a 12 year old. What a loser.”
“Whore”
“I don’t know what Harry sees in her. She’s ugly and fat. Hahaha”
“Kill yourself”
Same old comments, same old people. It hadn’t stopped and I knew that it wouldn’t. people were out to get me.
I locked my phone. Setting it down beside me and focusing on the movie in front of me.
****
My eye was twitching. The messages had not stopped and people were messaging me personally now. I didn’t answer any of them. I had learnt how to take bullying in primary school so I blocked it out. But this time it was getting too much.
My eyes were watering and my hands were curled into fists.
“Stop” I whispered. The ring tone was going off every five seconds. I fumbled with my phone. Switching it off.
I sluggishly go out of bed, dragging my feet over to the bathroom and standing in front of the mirror. Smirking at myself in the mirror.
“Pathetic” I smirked even wider. Thoughts and demons taking over me.
“Kill yourself” I laughed. “I hope you do” Ripping open the bathroom draws. Shuffling a few things out of the way before I found what I needed- razors.
I laughed again. “Pathetic.”
“Libby?” Someone shouted. I cursed silently and snapped out of my trance. Rushing to hide away the razors and jump back into bed.
“Oh, there you are – in the same place I left you” He laughed and flopped down side me.
“Having you been crying?” he asked. Wiping a few short tears away with his thumb.
“This movie is really sad” I shook my head and smiled at my feet.
“You’re watching High School Musical. What’s the matter?” He rested his head against the palm of his hand, running his hand over the curve of my hips and back to my arm again, causing me to shiver.
“nothing”
He smiled devilishly, “I’ll get it out of you”
He rolled on top of me, holding my legs together with his knees. Hovering over me with his lips just above mine. “W-what are you doing?” I stuttered as his lips came down to my neck. Planting small kissed across my jaw and down to my collarbones.
“Tell me”
I was lost for words. The only communication I could think of was to shake my head.
Don’t give into his charm, Liberty!
I held into his torso, doing anything in my mind to get him to come closer.
“Fine. Okay, I won’t kiss you then”
“Noo” I whined, pulling at his shirt, but he wouldn’t budge.
He licked and sucked on my collarbones. A soft moan coming from my lips as he formed a love bite on my neck; the first ever one actually. His hands slid up my shirt, tracing patterns on my tummy which caused me to whimper.
“…Harry…”
“Yes, Libby.” He crawled up my body so his face was in front of mine. He lazily smiled, eyes hooded and his hands still up my shirt. “What do you want, baby?” I sucked in a gust of air at the nickname. It was the only nickname he gave me, and it was special.
“Kiss me” I whined and lifted my head up to connect our lips, but he moved back and I groaned. Fed up with his stupid behaviour. He stopped, looking up and smirking. “No.”
I flopped back onto the bed, “don’t test my patience, Styles” I smirked. “I always get what I want”
He chuckled, “So do I”
He kissed below my ear, “Tell me and I’ll kiss you. It’s that simple”
I wanted him. I needed him. I craved him.
“Maddy didn’t text me back” I sighed out of pleasure, waiting for Harry’s reaction. I hoped to god he believed it because I am the world’s worst liar and why would I get emotional about a text message.
He came back up to face me, with a look on his face that said he wasn’t the slightest bit convinced. I’d had enough of his sill behaviour and pulled him in by the collar. Connecting our lips in a kiss. Our lips moulded together perfectly, both moving in sync as he groaned. Sliding his hands up my neck and pushing my face harder against his. His tongue flicked over my bottom lip. Every inch of control he had a few moments ago had vanished. He was in too deep now, and so was I.
I kept my lips shut, teasing him until he growled and bit my lip. Earning a gasp and he slid his tongue in, greeting mine.
We continued to kiss, slowly and hard. I still kept the hold on his collar, making sure he didn’t pull away otherwise I’d hit him. We broke apart, our chests, legs and torsos glued together. Our breathing was coming out in heavy pants. We lay there, entangled in each other just staring at one another’s eyes. The colour of his eyes were a darker shade of green. The same colour they were the day we went to Dreamworld.
He rested his forehead against mine; smiling slightly and I returned the smile.
“You should go take a shower, I have to leave soon” His smile faltered at the thought. We’d spent a lot of time together these past few days but now I wouldn’t see him for at least another three days. There were band rehearsals and movie premiers to go to and I had already said I didn’t want to be a part of that. This was the boy’s time to shine, and I didn’t want to be there to ruin it.
“I don’t want you to go” I whispered, playing with the curls that fell on his forehead. He pouted playfully and I giggled. “It’s only for three days baby; I’ll text you all the time and call you every day. I promise.”
I nodded reassuringly. I vowed to myself the day I met Harry that I’d never be the clingy type of girlfriend. But I guess I was going down the rocky path of being one. I didn’t want to not see him for more than twenty hours, and I knew it was going to be a challenge. Two months I had spent with Harry and the boys and I was used to being around them. But I personally don’t think I could cope being away from them for three days.
Not with the depression coming back, not with the razors in my drawer.
Not with the voices in my head.
“I’ll be fine” I reassured him. Harry, Niall and Louis were going out today, Liam’s birthday was coming up and the boys literally had no idea on what to get him.
“Get him a gift voucher!” I told Harry on the way home from the hospital.
I had woken up to be surrounded by no one. I shifted in my spot and rolled onto my side, cracking open my eyes to be met with a sound asleep Harry. His feet we tucked underneath his bum and his head were rested against the wall.
“Harry?”
“Huh? Wh-“his head shot up and before I knew it, he lost his balance and fell face first onto the marble floor.
“Oh my God, you’re awake. Are you hurt?” He stood up and examined me, running his fingers over my cheeks and pressing his lips against wherever his fingers traced.
“I’m fine” I giggled. “How long have I been asleep?”
Harry glanced down at his watch. “About three hours. You hyperventilated and passed out”
I chuckled, “I do that a lot”
We sat there for about twenty minutes just talking. He even brought up the scars on my thighs. But he never mentioned the fresh ones on my wrists.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I sighed, fumbling with my hands in my lap. “Because it was in the past” I shrugged.
“But you tried to kill yourself Libby. In front of your brother” His voice cracked. The images of my brother’s face were evident in my brain. The look of pure horror and sadness. That was last time I ever saw my brother. He was killed in a gun shooting five months later.
Which has led me here, lying down in bed, covered in three thousand blankets and watching ‘Mean Girls’.
“Okay, I’ll see you in exactly two hours” He pressed a firm kiss to my lips. Lingering slightly before forcing himself to move back.
“Don’t miss me” He boasted. I laughed and waved him out the door.
HARRY’S POV
“Okay, so I bought him a batman figurine. Two snap backs and a card that has little hearts on it. What’d you get him?” Louis sucked on the straw of his drink.
“I bought him some t-shirts”
“And Niall?” Niall looked up from his burger; “I got him a free hugs card?” he smiled innocently.
“Wow, I’m surprised no one has seen us yet” Niall chuckled.
“That’s because we have the table in the corner and we’re all wearing sunglasses” Louis scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Anyway, let’s talk about you. Harry?”
I looked up from my phone, “What’s there to talk about?”
He raised an eyebrow, “You’re totally whipped on Liberty” He smirked.
“N-no I’m not! I’m just worried about her. She passed out and was just released from hospital twenty four hours ago”
Niall smirked, “Sure sure”
LIBERTY’S POV
From: Harry
Are you alright? ❤
I rolled my eyes before replying.
To: Harry
I’m fine :)
From: Harry
Good.
I pressed out of the message app and logged onto twitter.
“I can’t believe Harry’s going out with a 12 year old. What a loser.”
“Whore”
“I don’t know what Harry sees in her. She’s ugly and fat. Hahaha”
“Kill yourself”
Same old comments, same old people. It hadn’t stopped and I knew that it wouldn’t. people were out to get me.
I locked my phone. Setting it down beside me and focusing on the movie in front of me.
****
My eye was twitching. The messages had not stopped and people were messaging me personally now. I didn’t answer any of them. I had learnt how to take bullying in primary school so I blocked it out. But this time it was getting too much.
My eyes were watering and my hands were curled into fists.
“Stop” I whispered. The ring tone was going off every five seconds. I fumbled with my phone. Switching it off.
I sluggishly go out of bed, dragging my feet over to the bathroom and standing in front of the mirror. Smirking at myself in the mirror.
“Pathetic” I smirked even wider. Thoughts and demons taking over me.
“Kill yourself” I laughed. “I hope you do” Ripping open the bathroom draws. Shuffling a few things out of the way before I found what I needed- razors.
I laughed again. “Pathetic.”
“Libby?” Someone shouted. I cursed silently and snapped out of my trance. Rushing to hide away the razors and jump back into bed.
“Oh, there you are – in the same place I left you” He laughed and flopped down side me.
“Having you been crying?” he asked. Wiping a few short tears away with his thumb.
“This movie is really sad” I shook my head and smiled at my feet.
“You’re watching High School Musical. What’s the matter?” He rested his head against the palm of his hand, running his hand over the curve of my hips and back to my arm again, causing me to shiver.
“nothing”
He smiled devilishly, “I’ll get it out of you”
He rolled on top of me, holding my legs together with his knees. Hovering over me with his lips just above mine. “W-what are you doing?” I stuttered as his lips came down to my neck. Planting small kissed across my jaw and down to my collarbones.
“Tell me”
I was lost for words. The only communication I could think of was to shake my head.
Don’t give into his charm, Liberty!
I held into his torso, doing anything in my mind to get him to come closer.
“Fine. Okay, I won’t kiss you then”
“Noo” I whined, pulling at his shirt, but he wouldn’t budge.
He licked and sucked on my collarbones. A soft moan coming from my lips as he formed a love bite on my neck; the first ever one actually. His hands slid up my shirt, tracing patterns on my tummy which caused me to whimper.
“…Harry…”
“Yes, Libby.” He crawled up my body so his face was in front of mine. He lazily smiled, eyes hooded and his hands still up my shirt. “What do you want, baby?” I sucked in a gust of air at the nickname. It was the only nickname he gave me, and it was special.
“Kiss me” I whined and lifted my head up to connect our lips, but he moved back and I groaned. Fed up with his stupid behaviour. He stopped, looking up and smirking. “No.”
I flopped back onto the bed, “don’t test my patience, Styles” I smirked. “I always get what I want”
He chuckled, “So do I”
He kissed below my ear, “Tell me and I’ll kiss you. It’s that simple”
I wanted him. I needed him. I craved him.
“Maddy didn’t text me back” I sighed out of pleasure, waiting for Harry’s reaction. I hoped to god he believed it because I am the world’s worst liar and why would I get emotional about a text message.
He came back up to face me, with a look on his face that said he wasn’t the slightest bit convinced. I’d had enough of his sill behaviour and pulled him in by the collar. Connecting our lips in a kiss. Our lips moulded together perfectly, both moving in sync as he groaned. Sliding his hands up my neck and pushing my face harder against his. His tongue flicked over my bottom lip. Every inch of control he had a few moments ago had vanished. He was in too deep now, and so was I.
I kept my lips shut, teasing him until he growled and bit my lip. Earning a gasp and he slid his tongue in, greeting mine.
We continued to kiss, slowly and hard. I still kept the hold on his collar, making sure he didn’t pull away otherwise I’d hit him. We broke apart, our chests, legs and torsos glued together. Our breathing was coming out in heavy pants. We lay there, entangled in each other just staring at one another’s eyes. The colour of his eyes were a darker shade of green. The same colour they were the day we went to Dreamworld.
He rested his forehead against mine; smiling slightly and I returned the smile.
“You should go take a shower, I have to leave soon” His smile faltered at the thought. We’d spent a lot of time together these past few days but now I wouldn’t see him for at least another three days. There were band rehearsals and movie premiers to go to and I had already said I didn’t want to be a part of that. This was the boy’s time to shine, and I didn’t want to be there to ruin it.
“I don’t want you to go” I whispered, playing with the curls that fell on his forehead. He pouted playfully and I giggled. “It’s only for three days baby; I’ll text you all the time and call you every day. I promise.”
I nodded reassuringly. I vowed to myself the day I met Harry that I’d never be the clingy type of girlfriend. But I guess I was going down the rocky path of being one. I didn’t want to not see him for more than twenty hours, and I knew it was going to be a challenge. Two months I had spent with Harry and the boys and I was used to being around them. But I personally don’t think I could cope being away from them for three days.
Not with the depression coming back, not with the razors in my drawer.
Not with the voices in my head.
Notes
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