Still The One

Harry and Daisy were unbreakable. Well that's what Daisy thought anyway. Once Harry auditioned for the X Factor he never talked to her again. She say storys about him in the magazines with random girls, and she hated it. She felt forgotton, and alone, and most of all broken
As for Harry he still loves her, and when they meet again for the first time in two years things get complicated.
How far will Harry go to tell Daisy that She's still the one?
Read and find out!
This is my first Movella so I hope you like it!


13. Hate

Daisy's POV~

A tear rolls down my cheek as I read all the tweets about me.  I don't understand, they just saw me no more then an hour ago, and they already hate me.  But one catches my eye, and it's the rudest one yet.  @Harrysbabe @Daisygirl2461:  Your so ugly!  How the hell did Harry find you?!  Your a piece of trash!  Do us all a favor and go die, like right now.  I just don't want people to go blind after looking at your face.

I can't believe it!  They don't even know me.  But having complete strangers hating on you is worse then people you know saying this stuff.  I don't even notice that I'm full on bawling my eyes out until I feel a teardrop roll down my cheek and onto my hand.  I keep reading the tweets though.  Some people might wonder why I'm doing this, but it's hard to explain.  I don't want to care about what people think of me, but when there words are right there in front of me I just can't help but read what they say.  As I read I see a few nice one's but only about 30 out of 300.  Not good. 

One nice tweet catches my eye, and I can't help but smile a bit.  @PrincessEmily @Daisygirl2461:  Don't let the hate bring you down!  These people are just jealous of you!  Your a beautiful girl, and you don't deserve this.  Stay strong, it will get better!  I promise! 

I smile through all the tears, and I retweet and follow this girl.  I log off twitter and walk into the bathroom, slam the door, and slowly sink onto the floor with my head in my hands.  How did this happen so fast?  Why do they hate me?  Are all the things there saying about me true?  Those questions just keep flying around my head.  And not matter how hard I try to get them to stop, they won't.  I get up and look at the girl in the mirror. 

The girl who has so much more history then she lets in on.  I turn to the side so that I can look at my stomach, its normal.  I used to be as skinny as a twig.  People made me do that.  I went anorexic because of them.  I used to be able to see my ribs, and it was nasty.  But I got help, and then I started eating again.  And more eating means more weight gain.  But right now all I can think about is how fat I look.  I then look up at my face.  That's the only part of myself I never had problems with.

I sigh and open the medicine cabinit.  Grabbing a razor, I pull the cap off and hold it agaist my wrist.  If people hated me for no reason and wanted me dead, then that can be arranged.  I can't help to think about how Harry would react to me cutting.  But it wasn't just those girls that hated me.  I hated myself too.  A tear falls down my cheek as I slowly beguin to cut my wrist.  Not enough to kill me, but just enough to feel the pain.  But as I slowly look down at my wrist, my head starts to feel heavy.

I feel myself falling, and then the last thing I see is the bathroom door opening.  Then; darkness. 


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