Harry Imagine for Abbie
for hazzaqueen
(You relapse)
"Abbie, don't," you whisper to yourself, but your heart is already starting to race. Before you know it you're watching the blood drip down your wrist and fall into the bathtub below, like a tear sliding down a shaking cheek. You cry freely then, feeling almost relieved that feelings are finally resurfacing. You sigh as you wrap yourself in a towel, feeling better in a way that you can't even explain, yet all the while feeling equally worse. You think of Harry then, and your breath catches. What will he think? He had been so upset last time he'd caught you hurting yourself...the thought alone sends you into hysterics again, and suddenly you can't catch your breath. You sit down on the cold tile floor of your bathroom and gasp for air as your heart races circles around you. Somewhere in your mind you hear yourself yell out, but your head is spinning too much to control whatever is happening to you. There's a knock on the bathroom door then, rushed and impatient. "Abbie?" Harry says, his voice urgent. "Abbie, are you okay? Open the door." He says firmly, but you can't catch your breath enough to answer him. He flings the door open then, sinking to the ground immediately and pulling you towards him. You flinch when you see the crimson blood touch his shirt and spread like ink. "Shh, it's okay," he whispers, kissing your forehead and pulling you onto his lap. "A-are you m-m-mad?" You say, gasping for air. His face is confused and hurt. "No, Abbie, of course not. Why would you say that?" You take a shaky breath as your heart begins to calm. "Last time you were upset--" "Upset because I don't want you to hurt yourself! Not mad." Harry shakes his head. "Never mad, Abbie..." He kisses you gently, sighing into your lips. "It's okay. You'll be okay. I'm here."
PSA if anyone is having trouble with self-harm and you need someone to talk to I'm always here!!!
