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I feel my heart pounding in my chest, my mouth going dry and my eyes widening to an extent as I stare down at the photograph I'm holding in my quivering hands.

It's a picture of me and Josh, both of his arm wrapped around my waist while his lips are pressed to my cheek as I give the widest smile possible.

My mind immediately takes me back to the time this picture was taken. It was almost the end of summer. Josh had taken me out for lunch before we had decided to go to a local park where this picture was taken. It will be a memory, I had told him happily, little did I know it'll be my worst nightmare one day.

Quickly, I take the look at the next picture and I remember it as the one we had taken at his place when I went there for my very first sleep over. It was a selfie, with me lying on his bed in just a bra and him sitting up, both of us pouting at the camera.

"Stella." I hear Harry's voice from behind me and I feel like my heart will stop any second when the door of bathroom is clamped shut and the sound of his steps starts becoming closer and closer. "What are you doing there on the floor, babe?"

I feel his slightly wet hand on the shoulder and I cringe away from the touch before abruptly standing onto my feet, I press the picture to chest, hiding them from him and gulp in thickly, wondering what will happen if Harry saw the pictures.

"I..I umm.. nothing H-Harry. I just..I fell." I say, struggling to form a proper lie and hoping that Harry won't get suspicious of my sudden change in behaviour and stuttering.

I hear Harry sigh from behind me and I close my eyes, silently praying that he'll go to bed without another question. But as usual, my prayers go unanswered and I jump when I feel Harry's arm wrapping around me from behind, his hands resting on top of my own.

"Come to bed." Harry whispers in my ear, placing a kiss on my neck as he tries to intertwine our fingers.

I watch in horror as his fingers brush against the pictures I'm holding and I feel him going still behind me, probably wondering what it is. However, I still hold onto the tiny bit of hope that he will not get suspicious about it, which is something inevitable.

"What are you hiding there, babe?" This question causes a chill to run through my body I feel like I'll faint any second now.

I feel completely helpless when Harry forces me to turn around in his arms before he takes the pictures out of my numb hands, pressed against my body.

Harry smiles up at me before averting his eyes towards the picture in his hand and I watch him with pure horror as his smile slowly disappears and his lips part in shock before a frown finds it's way on them, his eyebrows furrow and he gulps loudly.

Harry's hands are shaking as he drops the first picture on the ground, now looking at the other one. His eyes narrowing at the sight of it, his breathing rate picking up as he continues to stare down at the disgusting picture of me and Josh in bed.

I feel the tears forming in my eyes as I watch Harry helplessly, my mouth parted as I try to come up with some sort of story to make the pictures seem unreal. I try to find words that will comfort Harry but I fail miserably, unable to think of anything at all. The only thing my mind is focusing on is what Harry will do now.

"Harry.. I-" I stop mid sentence when Harry eyes flicker up towards me, a gasp escaping my mouth at the wild look in his eyes.

I've seen him angry before but the threatening look they hold at the moment is the one I've never seen before. He holds my gaze for a few long torturous seconds before looking back at the picture in his hand.

"I can explain, Harry. I..I'm not who you think I am." I say quietly, gathering all my strength and trying to get myself ready for what will come next.

This is it. No more lies. No more hiding. He'll know who I really am.

Harry's stays silent, not moving an inch, not responding to my words and I find myself doubting if he even heard what I've just said.

Taking in a deep breath, I take a step in his direction but stop instantly when Harry's eyes shot up and he throws the picture in my direction.

"Don't you fucking dare to come any closer." Harry says in a low voice but the threat in those eight words is enough to make me go completely motionless, holding my breath.

A small laugh escapes Harry's lips but I can tell that the only emotion behind it is anger and frustration. Shaking his head from side to side, Harry takes a few steps away from me, eyeing me up and down as if I'm some disgusting, low life piece of shit while I just stand there, fiddling with my fingers and hoping for all this to be over.

The next thing happens out of no where. All of the sudden, Harry charges towards me and then I'm forcefully pushed up against the wall, my head banging against the hard surface and causing a small, weak cry to leave my mouth.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" Harry roars into my face, his fingers digging into the flesh of my arms and I just close my eyes in fear, the tears leaking out of the closed lids.

Harry's harsh breathing hits my face and I clench my jaw, screwing my eyes shut even tighter in terror and helplessness.

"It's crystal clear now. Everything is." Harry declares after a prolonged silence, the grip he has on on my arms loosening before he lets go of me completely and I feel his body moving away from mine.

With Harry's grip no longer there to support me, I feel my knees going weak and I slide down the wall, sitting onto the wooden floor and pulling my knees up to chest as I slowly open my eyes to look up at him but averting my eyes away quickly when I find him glaring at me, his eyes holding so much anger and hurt.

"You left me cause you were having an affair with my very own brother."

Harry's voice booms in the room and I cringe, tightening my grip around my legs and keeping my gaze on the floor.

"That's why Josh knew where I'll find you. That's why he was so fucking sure that you're not dead, that everyone else is lying to me about you attempting suicide." Harry continues screaming and I shake my head violently, wanting to tell him how wrong he is but from the animalistic look on his face and his cold tone, I know that he won't give a shit about what I have to say.

"You motherfucking gold digger!" Harry exclaims loudly with a laugh before something crashes onto the ground, the glass shards scattering all across the floor.

I gasp when I feel Harry's presence close to me again, hesitantly I look up to find him crouching down in front of me, a big piece of glass held tightly in his hand as he looks at me with narrowed eyes.

"Harry.." I say with a gasp as he brings the sharp piece of glass closer to my face. The tears effortlessly slipping from my eyes as I watch him with pleading eyes.

"I trusted you!" Harry screams into my face, taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes momentarily. When he snaps his eyes open again, they are filled with tears.

"I fucking loved you." This time his voice is low and his tone soft laced with pain and hurt.

A tear escapes from Harry's eye and he tears his gaze away from me, his hand holding the shard of glass dropping from my face as he looks down at his other stretched out arm.

"Harry?" I say quietly, my eyes widening when I realize what he's about to do.

Harry ignores me completely, his hand shaking as he brings the glass closer to his wrist.

"What.. what are you doing?" I ask him in a hushed tone, letting go of the grip on my legs and sitting up straighter, my hands itching to snatch the deadly object from his grasp.

Harry inhale sharply when the glass makes contact with his skin and I get into my panic mood, watching him with wide eyes and sobbing loudly while shaking my head.

One swipe. Just one swipe against the sensitive skin and those nerves underneath will break open, probably taking his life.

"Don't do it, please. Don't do this, Harry." I beg him, hesitantly bringing my hand forward to take the shard of glass away.

Harry however pushes my hand away, pressing the glass harder against the skin and that's when I notice a small amount of blood trickling down with wrist, setting me into fully frenzy.

"Harry please, no. I love you so much. Those pictures mean nothing.. I, please don't. I'm sorry." I ramble, saying whatever comes to my mind in an attempt to stop him from making a huge mistake.

Another stream of blood runs down his wrist and drops of scarlet liquid falls onto the floor and I decide that it's enough. Taking in a deep breath I reach foward and forcefully take hold of Harry's forearm causing eyes snap up in my direction and I cower away a bit, looking down at my hand which is gripping Harry's forearm tightly, preventing him from ending his life.

"You don't get to hurt yourself." I say, my voice breaking as I speak, slowly looking up into his tearful eyes, my own vision blurry from the freshly forming tears.

Harry holds my gaze for a good minute, the tension in the room evident as we both stay silent and still. I watch as Harry avert his eyes away before forcefully removing my hand from his forearm and standing up onto his feet.

"I.. I can explain. Let me explain." I tell him, eyes flickering towards the pictures lying on the floor.

Harry however just throws the shard of glass on the floor and points a finger at me accusingly.

"You don't fucking get to explain. You ruined me. You ruined my life!" Harry says, his voice holding nothing but hatred and I just sit there and take it all like I deserve it, feeling like a culprit.

"I was there, drinking my sorrows away. Barely alive. Praying for you to come back, to be safe wherever you were and you," Harry pauses, his head snapping towards the pictures lying on the floor and then he strides in there direction, picking them up and staring at them as if disgusted, "you were there getting naked with my brother, taking pictures." Harry grits his teeth as he crumple the two pictures in his hand before throwing them in my direction.

"You don't understand." I say with a frown, still sitting on the floor feeling like if I ever stood up, I'll fall back instantly.

"But I do. I understand everything clearly." Harry tells me with the shake of his head before he makes his way towards the door, not sparing me another glance.

"Harry. Harry wait." I call out as he step out of the room, completely ignoring the fact that I'm calling out for him.

With whatever strength is left within me, I stand up from the floor, taking support from the wall behind me. I wince due to the sharp pain, when a small piece of glass digs into the heel of my foot. However, I ignore it, quickly making my way out of the door and following after Harry.

"Harry, listen. Let me wrap a bandage on your wrist." I call after him, trying to catch up with him.

I reach out to grab his shoulder but Harry is quick to dodge me, abruptly turning around and taking hold of my stretched out arm and forcefully shoving it away, causing me to stumble backwards a bit.

"I told you not to fucking touch me." Harry hisses but I ignore his anger which is directed towards me and stare down at his injured hand, the fresh blood is still pouring out of the self inflicted cut but it doesn't seem to faze Harry one bit.

"Your wrist,"I murmur, my eyebrows furrowing, "it's.. it's still bleeding."

"So you care about my injury now?" Harry snarls taking a step in my direction and on as reflex I take two steps back, eyes still fixed on the blood covering his fisted hand.

"Just let me cover it up, please?" I ask him, totally ignoring his insulting question. "I don't think it's a nice idea to go around bleeding just after coming out of a hospital.

Of course I care for him, has he forgotten the two weeks I spent sitting on that uncomfortable chair for him?

Harry however doesn't seem fazed by the sincerity in my voice, shaking his head he swiftly turns around and starts walking away from me and this time, I just watch him leaving, aware that there's no way in the world he'll listen to what I have to say.

My posture changes as soon as Harry turns the corner, disappearing from my sight. With a sigh, I turn around and get back to the room, wincing when I feel the pain from the glass that had penetrated my skin not so long ago.

Carefully dodging the tiny pieces of glass, I reach the bed and sit on it, bringing my foot up to tend to the injury. After struggling for a few minutes, I manage to take the small piece of glass out and then breath out, closing my eyes and thinking about what will happen now.

Maybe now Harry will willingly kick me out of his life. The thought makes me more upset than excited when I realize that there's no one I'll go back to.

The sound of landline phone ringing in the room causes me to snap out of my thoughts and I avert my eyes towards it, deciding to not pick it up.

However the phone continues to ring and after a few more times of it ringing, I finally pick it up.

"Malik residence." I say sharply, annoyance and anger clear in my voice. "Fucking speak already." I bark when all I hear is heavy breathing.

I wait for a few seconds, hoping for whoever it is on the line to speak up before finally giving up. Just when I'm about to put the receiver down, the very familiar voice sounds in my ear.

"Hello loved one." I hear Josh say and my eyes go wide immediately, a chill running down my spine. "I guess your boyfriend didn't like the gift I sent you two." Josh chuckles and I feel myself becoming angry at his words.

Of course it was him, who else could it be.

"You just.. you need to stay away from us." I make sure to put emphasize on every word I utter, wanting nothing less than ripping his  fucked head off.

The sound of him laughing on the other end causes my frustration and anger to increase. It sickens me, knowing that there's almost nothing I can do about all the shit that is going on.

"Don't worry sweetheart, it was just a trailer." I hear him say once his laughter dies and just when I comprehend his words and open my mouth to call him every nasty thing there is on earth, the line goes dead, signifying that he's hung up.

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