Needing the Pain Ch. 11

A/N: I bring you another chapter. Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I wasn't home that long, and when I was, I was watching american idol, (yup, I'm american, so sorry if my british talk is horrible. I'm sort of guessing when I type.) so, yeah, but tomorrow the weekend starts, and I should have more time, but I'm going out Saturday, so, yeah I'm not making sense so I'm going to stop now. Enjoy :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Mcfly, but I'm sure you figured that out by now.

Harry leaned against the wall in the small kitchen, clutching a knife in one hand, blood dotted along the sharp edge as he stared at the fresh cuts on his arm. He sighed, lip quivering.

He hand't heard the voices or the laughing in days, and it was a fantastic feeling; the silence all around him. However, the loneliness that filled up where the voices had been was not a fantastic feeling.

He missed his friends. He wanted so bad to go home and let them hold him, to say everything would be okay, even though he was positive it wouldn't. He didn't like being alone. But he deserved to be. He couldn't tear their lives to shreds anymore. He couldn't stand not having the freedom of being able to slice up his arms, to take away the pain. He needed it, and he wasn't able to with them.

He looked through his food cabinet, finding nothing. He cringed at the thought of spending too much time in the village. What if someone recognized him? He didn't want to take the chance, but he didn't really want to starve either. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before grabbing his cap and sunglasses, and walking out the door.

He walked into the small shop, near the forest, and pushed open the door, the small silver bell's high-pitched ringing slicing through the air. It hurt his ears.

"Sorry about the bell, I had gotten it made so I would know when a customer came in, but it's too high and loud."

He turned towards the direction the voice came from and gulped. A girl, looking to be in her early twenties was leaning against the wood counter, at least two inches shorter than him. She was wearing a white, knee-length broomstick skirt, with brown coyboy boots and a brown top, hugging her petite middle in just the right way. Her dirty blonde hair was half up, a few stray strands flying in front of her glossy hazel eyes.

Great, she would expect him to answer now. He quietly spoke, "Um, it's fine, I just wanted to pick up some food and leave." She raised an eyebrow. "You passing through or did you move into one of the cottages?"

He pulled lightly at his collar. You could almost feel the awkwardness he was giving off.

"Um, I, um, my parents have a cottage they're not using, and I'm just living there for the time being." She nodded, her eyes smiling. "That's cool. I'm Fadia, but you can call me Faye." He chewed at his lip, before saying nervously, "I'm, Harry, or Haz." She nodded, sticking out her hand. He slowly met it, the sleeving of his shirt pulled back slightly, revealing three or four scars. His hand tingled from her touch, his scars burning slightly, though he couldn't help liking it. She glanced at them, eyebrow raising, as he pulled his hand away, stretching his sleeve down. She asked, curious, "So, what's with the sunglasses and cap?" He swallowed. "No reason." Before he could do anything, she pulled the sunglasses gently away and nodded. "Ah, I see. Your that drummer. Don't worry. You don't have to be so low key in this place. It's practically deserted and a lot of the shop owners are old and don't have a clue of what Mcfly is." He nodded, relieved by the fact.

She smiled brightly, two round dimples appearing on her face. His breath was caught in his throat. Tom. Oh, how he missed Tom. He shook his head slightly, trying to get his one-dimpled friend's face out of his head. He couldn't think about that now.

He threw different food items into the weaved basket, wanting to get out of the store, yet, he couldn't get Faye's smiling face out of his mind. She was beautiful, and seemed nice. But she was just running the store. He couldn't get close to anyone. He refused to cause anymore pain. Just by stepping into her life, he would ruin it. Why was he even thinking about it?

He set the basket on the counter, as she totaled the amount, the cash register almost jumping off the counter when the drawer popped open. He handed her the money, and she smiled. "So, Harry, you should come by the store again. I'd love to get to know you better, maybe show you around the village." He tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he said, "Um, I don't know. I don't want to bother you or anything. I tend to do that." He mentally slapped himself after the words came out. He could be so stupid at times when he shouldn't be.

She smiled softly, as she handed him his receipt, their hands brushing. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot up his spine from the breif contact. His hand trembled slightly as he slowly took it out of her hand, reluctant to pull away. What was wrong with him? Well, besides the usual stuff.

She rubbed her hand, and he swore he saw a tinge of pink on her round cheeks. She called, "Bye Harry." As he practically fleed from the store. Somehow, he knew he'd be going back.

A/N: So, this chapter didn't have any of the other guys in it, but once I got the idea in my head, I wanted it to be strictly Harry in the little food store with the pretty girl. I have a feeling of what direction this story's going to go, well, in a general sense. I have no idea exactly what'll happen. I just go along with what my fingers type. *looks at fingers thoughtfully* It's like they have a mind of their own. Oh well! Review!