Chapter 5

HARRY'S P.O.V

She was sitting at a doorstep crying. How could I not help her?

"So Abby... If you don't mind me asking... Why-erm-why were you crying?" I ask. I really want to know. She's so beautiful and she looked like she had no reason to be crying. She should be a happy person.

She bit her bottom lip and looked away, tears still stinging in her eyes.

"I'm sorry-it's not my business. I just-you're so pretty... you don't look like someone who'd be unhappy..." I confess.

"I'm not pretty. I'm not worth anything. I'm a piece of crap that any one would be okay without. 'Oh let's leave Abby out I don't like her!' 'Hahah okay me neither!' I'm not a happy person and I don't deserve to be. My mum hates me and dad isn't even in the U.K. and I'm just tired of living!" She is crying again.

"I'm proud of you." I tell her.

"What?" She looks up at me like a lost puppy.

"You made it this far. It's only going to get better," I reassure her.

"It sure as crap can't get any worse..." She says.

"Then it'll get better. Abby?" I say.

"Yeah?"

"I just met you, but you are perfect to me, princess." I kiss her forehead.

"No ones ever said that to me before," her eyes don't leave mine,"all I've ever heard is 'Abby's ugly' 'Abby's worthless' 'see Abby over there? She cuts. And it's for attention.' 'Abby should just die'"

"Well I'm telling you now, screw whoever said that because they're wrong," I look at her wrists, pull her bracelets down and sure enough, cuts are all up and down her arm,"stay strong beautiful." I kiss every one of her cuts.

Her eyes glisten, still looking at me. She starts crying, and she hugs me, gripping onto my tee shirt.

"Harry.." she starts.

"Shh. Just hug me." I keep her tight in my grip.

"Kiss me." she says, surprising me.

"I thought you'd never ask," I smile, pulling her in for a kiss. Our lips intersect, her cold lips begging to warm up from mine. We put our foreheads together and intertwine our fingers.

"You are so beautiful." I kiss her hand; she's smiling and crying.

"I'm- I'm happy!" she exclaims, her cheeks sticky from the cold and tears when I bring my hand to her face.

"I'm happy that you're happy, love," kissing her quickly.

It's so odd how the ones who appear the happiest are really the ones who are the saddest inside. The ones who laugh all day cry themselves to sleep, and the ones who wear bright colors are the ones who feel the dullest.

ABBY'S P.O .V

Happy. I haven't been happy in so long. I've forgotten how it feels.

When you're depressed, it's not always easy for other people to spot it because it's embarrassing to be like "hi I'm depressed and I've had suicidal thought every night lately and I cut frequently how's your day?"

You don't want to tell people, but you want them to know. You want them to be able to tell when you give no evidence.

I was scared someone would see my cuts today, I didn't put all my bracelets on before Mum kicked me out.

When Harry kissed my cuts... I was trying not to cry. He's the only person who's ever cared. Ever. He told me I was beautiful and he kissed me. He made me feel special. That's the best feeling in the world.

He's the only person who has ever made me feel worth anything.

{AN• hi so this chapter was just Abby & Harry. (Sorry for it being short i just thought this should be its own chapter.:))I just wanted to tell you guys that any of you who suffers from depression, anxiety, bulimia... ect, I promise it WILL get better. <3 I love you. People can be so mean & stupid. But you're beautiful no matter what they say. ☻ I'm so proud of you for living. Ily. Xx-erin}