Saving Addison White (A famous Harry Styles fanfiction)

Present Day


A warm tear trickles down my cheek but quickly I wipe it away using the back of my hand and sniffed, the one thing I hate the most is crying but it seems that I’ve been crying a lot over the past few months. I turn my attention to the tiny blade in my hand and tilt it slightly under the bathroom light and it shines.


There’s an itch on my left wrist as I stare at the blade and when I look at my wrist I see that there are a few faint marks on it, left from months ago when I was in a dark time. When I felt so lost in the world, a time so similar to this time, where I was hopeless and just one step from ending the misery I was in.


Surrounding me are empty bottles. The first bottle is an empty bottle of liquor tumbling on the bathroom floor and the second bottle is off medication. I’d taken pain killer after pain killer hoping that it would help me rid myself of the pain I am in but it only made me drowsy and tired and feeling more miserable.


I don’t care about the bottles, the only thing that has my attention is the picture placed between both those bottles. There are bits of glass scattered all over it from the broken picture frame. It’s a picture of a girl and a boy, the both of them gazing at each other with big smiles on their faces like they’re the only people in the world.


Another tear trickles down my cheek but this time I don’t wipe it, instead I lift my hand with the razor and place the cold blade against my pale wrist. I’d made an oath no so long ago that I’d never do what I was about to do but when I made that oath I didn’t think I’d ever be in the place I’m in again.


I had to do it, I had to help ease the pain and the blade was the only thing that was going to help me. I don’t want to be alive anymore, so I’m going to end my miserable life. I’d be doing so many people – the people that I once cared about – out of their misery too.


As I think this fresh tears start streaming down my face and I’m not able to choke back the sobs anymore. I start sobbing again, really loudly and my body shakes as I cry


I shut my eyes tightly and press the blade against my skin, the blade stings as it penetrates the sensitive skin. I open my eyes and I saw as the blood sprung from the vein and trickled down my arm and onto the white bathroom floor.


Instantaneously I was relieved of the pain, it was numbed and there was no sounds around me. I picked the razor up again and cut through another vein, this time causing more blood to flow out of the vein and onto the floor.


Once I’ve made five incisions on my wrists, I leaned against the door and watch as a pool of blood collecting around me making my white outfit very dirty.


In my final moment I think of the last year. From the heavy partying with friends, the over use of drugs, meeting the boys, the pandemonium caused by our friendship and most importantly falling in love with him…

Notes

So this is my new story… I really like famous people and stuff so this is my famous Harry Styles fanfiction.


It’s only going to get more interesting from now onwards. What do you think of Addison (it’s a little too early for that question) and what do you think of this prologue?


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