Scarlette's POV:

I was done. Done with this. With life. What was there left for me? I had no family, nothing. sure, maybe I had Niall, but I'd been feeling like a traitor all day, ever since Harry had kissed me.

When he'd pulled away, he had gotten up without a word and left the house. He'd even forgotten his jacket, but he never came back for it.

God, I was a bitch. I finally find someone who cared for me, actually cared for my health adn well being... and I go and snog his best friend?

And I couldn't say I hadn't enjoyed it.

The sun was setting now, leaving a horizon of golden flame. The boys had been at the studio all day, and I had just been walking through Niall's enormous mansion, admiring room after room and realizing how little I had.

I didn't even want to know if my past employer was looking for me. He probably was mad that I had run off with a three thousand dollar ticket and never returned. I was pretty sure he was going to make me pay for the ticket when I got back. And not with money.

I continued to pace through the house. What now? I kept asking myself. What now? What was there to do? Hide in Niall's house for all eternity?

No. I was done. Done with living.

I found myself in the kitchen, staring at the large kitchen knife resting on the counter. Could I? But I couldn't.

But I did.

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