Niall's POV:

I hopped out of the limo, and rushed towards the house. I needed to see Scarlette again, I'd been missing her all day.

The other boys were still sitting in the limo, laughing at Louis' newest joke. They'd come in soon. Maybe I'd get some alone time with Scar.

I unlocked the door and stepped inside, hurrying through the living room and into the kitchen.

And then I screamed.


Scarlette's POV:

I looked up. My wrists were covered in blood. The kitchen knife had gone too deep. I didn't care. I didn't want to live anymore. I sliced at my wrist again, creating a pool of blood on the floor.

Niall charged over.

"HELP!" He screamed. "HARRY! LOUIS! ZAYNE! LIAM!"

The four other band members rushed in through the door, took one look at me, and collectively shuddered. Zayne rushed over and grabbed a cloth to try and staunch the bleeding. I backed away from all of them.


Harry's POV:

Niall was trying to grab the knife, and I stood there feeling helpless. Scarlette had a crazed look in her eye.

"I WANT TO DIE!" She screamed. "LEAVE ME BE!"

I couldn't watch this. It hurt too much. But I didn't love her, did I?


Scarlette's POV:

Niall grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him, shoving Zayne and his blood soaked cloth out of the way.

The world was spinning around me. I was so close to leaving it. Why wouldn't he just let me go?

"SCAR!" He screamed, tears running down his cheeks, faster than the blood racing down my arms. "SCAR STOP IT!"

I looked at him. The knife was still in my hand. This was where I wanted it to end. In the arms of the one I loved.

And that was when I felt a single tear run down my cheek.

And I plunged the knife straight into my gut.

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