Broken

Kassidee's P.O.V***

I continue to look at the articles that showed up, not being able to believe my eyes. How could a person get so much hate like this!?

I click on one of the pages, curios on what they were saying. I instantly regret it when I see pictures of girls hes claimed to have been with. There had to be at least twenty girls on here!!

But the comments were even worse. People making comments on how much of an ass hole he must be and calling him horrible names. One of the comments was so bad, I had to stop reading it mid-way because it was so graphic.

I can't believe it. His own fans, they typed these things.

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Harry's P.O.V.***

After we spent most of the day recording, the guys all decided they were hungry. They were all making plans to go somewhere, but I wasn't up for anything of the sort. I just wanted to head back home and not have to deal with anymore people today, and just be alone for once.

"We could just stop and get pizza, I don't know, Harry what do you think?" Zayn asks.

"I'm not hungry, I was just gonna head home," I say plainly.

"Come on, Hare! Don't be all depressed about it," Louis pressed. I refrained from rolling my eyes at them.

"No, I'm just, tired," I try. They all then seemed to agree with that, and gave it a rest.

I took my own separate car back to the flat, as the guys paired in their own cars and went a different direction to get food. I don't think it would have mattered much if I went with them anyways. I just usually sat their and stayed quiet while they chatted loudly.

As soon as I opened the door, I walked over and flopped face first onto my bed. I didn't realize until just now how tired I actually had become from today. It felt good to be able to relax for once.

I lay their in that position for a while before rolling over onto my back being restless and pulling out my phone.

I know the guys say it isn't healthy for my mind state, but I open Twitter anyways. I just couldn't seem to help myself for wanting to read what everyone had posted on them. I knew they would be bad, no doubt, but maybe their was still that flame of hope within me that truly thought it might have gotten better.

So I click on my tweet from earlier, and see what people had to say about it.

I scroll down towards the bottom of the message, and read the comments. Reading tons of comments, I feel the sting of each one that I read. No one seemed to care or even liked me. They were terrible as always, saying how plain awful I am.

My mind then brought me to this morning. I had hoped when she first sat down that she actually wanted to talk to me or something. But as always again, the cheerfulness died within seconds when she asked me what my last name was. Of course she was just checking to see if I was really Harry Styles! If I hadn't left right then, it would have probably gotten worse.

She would have said how worthless I am, just like the rest of them.

I angrily stand up from my bed with the painful words still stuck in my head. I couldn't contain this anymore, I just can't do this.

Before long, I find myself in that same bathroom, knowing what I came in here for. I open the drawer and pulled out the box I always did when I felt like this. None of the others knew about it because if they did, they would flip. Especially management if the lads told. They would have me kicked out of the band. I stare at it and sigh, 'I need this' I reminded myself.

I didn't have another chance to think, because before I knew it, I held the razor tightly in my hand and started to drag it across my skin. It pierces through, spreading a painful but desired pain through me.

I really did need this.

Notes

Sorry That I haven't update in like ever!! I tried to make it a very dramatic chapter to make up for it.

But just still remember, I'm sure that Harry could never actually get this low because they have amazing fans that would stick up for them:)

~KEVIN!