Sticks and Stones ([cover competition] One Direction Fanfiction)

Dawn Johnson may be one of the luckiest girls on Earth. She is the girlfriend of the 1D Heartthrob, Harry Styles, and her life couldn't be better...you know, if you pushed all of the hate and death threats aside, which Dawn had a hard time doing. The whole entire 1D fandom hated her, even the true Directioners. She did nothing to stop the hate which seemed to never end, besides...hide. Hiding was her only option, but Harry wouldn't let her do that. The endless hate eventually leads to tons of tragic events, events that will fill the hearts of all Directioners with regret. Dawn's sensitivity has probably gotten the best of her this time.

"Is there really any hope left? Is this all just a game?"

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2. Afternoon Walk

I hid my blade in the cupboard, covering it as much as possible with anything I could've found. I took a deep breath and stood up, my legs trembling, as I still felt like crying. Opening the door, I heard Harry talking on his phone downstairs with one of the boys on speakerphone. Being the curious type of person that I am, I tiptoed up to the stairs and eavesdropped.

"I'm telling you, Louis, the Directioners are being the worst I've ever seen them! I'm getting a feeling that she might commit suicide if they keep this up. What should I do?" Harry cried.

"Mate, just try your best to cheer her up! It'll work....I hope." Louis replied (A/N Hey, that rhymed!).

"I've tried so hard to cheer her up, but she just reads the hate and starts to cry again...I don't know what to do..." Harry sighed.

I decided it was time that I revealed myself, so I continued walking down the stairs. Harry noticed me and immediately hung up on Louis and threw his phone onto the couch, as if he were hiding something. But I knew he was talking to Lou. Of course, he didn't know that I was eavesdropping, but that's not really the point. He actually thought he could've gotten away with hiding something from me.

"You were on the phone with Louis, weren't you?" I asked.

"Yeah," Harry replied. "How do you know?

"Magical powers," I giggled.

"You were eavesdropping," Harry asked. "Weren't you?"

"Yeah," I bowed my head in shame. "I was."

"How much of it did you hear?" Harry asked once more.

"Everything," I replied.

He sighed and sat down on the couch.

"I just don't want to lose you," he whispered.

"Don't worry," I sat down next to him. "You never will."

"I think we should go walk to the park," Harry replied. "Take our minds off of things, yeah?"

"Okay," I smiled.

I grabbed my coat and waited for Harry at the front door. He snatched his phone off of the couch and walked up to me, grabbing my hand with his free hand. I opened the door and shut it lightly behind me as we began to walk to the park.

The walk wasn't that long, but we didn't mind. The park was pretty empty once we arrived, and we were the only people there, though I had a suspicion someone was watching one of us. Namely, Harry.

"Hey, I see your favorite Ice Cream parlor across the street," Harry stated. "Do you want anything?"

"Black Raspberry ice cream," I replied. "My favorite."

"Okay," Harry smiled. "I'll be back in 5 minutes."

He walked away, leaving me standing on the concrete alone. I walked over to the nearest bench and sat down, watching Harry purchase my favorite type of ice cream across the street. He just paid for the ice cream when a bunch of girls came up to me. I was guessing they were Directioners by their 1D shirts...and iPod cases...and necklaces...and shoes.

"Oh my gosh," one of them screamed. "Are you Dawn Johnson?!"

"Actually," I replied. "I am."

"Girls," smirked the leader of the group. "You know what that means."

I had a feeling that the next thing they were going to do definitely wasn't going to be good. My gut was telling me something bad was going to happen to someone, and that someone was going to be me. My suspicions were correct.

The leader snapped her fingers and every single girl attacked me. One of them violently pulled my hair while one of them kicked the side of my stomach. I got a slap on my cheek and a punch on the other. It was my worst nightmare. As if it wasn't going to get any worse, 4 girls stretched my limbs apart, now making it possible for my internal organs to get seriously damaged. I knew my life was going to end there. Just then, the leader walked up to me. She smirked before throwing several punches to my face and kicking both sides of my ribs. They finished me off by kicking my head the hardest they could kick.

"Aw, poor little Dawnie is in trouble," the leader snickered. "But wait! Harry's not here to stop us from doing this!"

She threw one last punch to my face and I felt the world violently spinning around me. All of the girls gasped, and I heard a familiar voice cussing them off, shooing them away. Someone knelt down to me. It was Harry.

"Dawn," Harry cried. "What happened? What did they do to you?"

I opened my mouth to talk, but nothing came out. I temporarily lost my ability to speak. The only thing I wanted to do at that moment was cry, so that's what I did. I curled up into a ball on the cold, hard cement and let my salty tears hit the ground. I covered my face with my hands, ashamed of myself, afraid the paparazzi would take a picture of me, injured, crying, and curled up into a ball on the floor. If they did snap the picture, it would end up on magazines and tabloids and my twitter mentions will be blowing up like crazy with nothing but hate. I couldn't take that chance.

"They hurt you," Harry managed to choke out. "Didn't they?"

I shook my head in denial, still having trouble letting this all sink in.

"Don't even try lying," he replied. "I know they did. Come on, let's go home."

Harry cradled me in his arms and handed me my Black Raspberry ice cream to eat on our way home. The walk home was longer than the walk to the park, which I found unusual. I knew it was probably because I was experiencing excruciating pain. Once we got home, he set me down on the couch, and slipped his phone out of his pocket to text the boys to come over.

Five minutes later I heard 4 strained out voices behind the front door. I didn't know why they were strained out, because the door was blocking out their sound waves, or because those snotty girls partially damaged my eardrums. One of the boys knocked on the door, and Harry opened the door, welcoming them in.

"Do you think we should bring her to the ER?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Liam replied. "Definitely."

"Why did you call us here," Louis asked. "If you could've just called the doctors in the first place?"

"I wanted you all to be here," Harry replied. "Because I didn't want to experience this situation alone."

"Don't worry, mate," Niall assured Harry. "We've got your back."

Then Harry started dialing the nearest hospital's phone number and held his phone up to his ear.

"Hello? Doctor?" Pause. "My girlfriend...she was beat by five girls." Pause. "She's really hurt, can you please send an ambulance to our house to take her to your hospital?" Pause. "1235 Glimmering Stream Road. (A/N: I made up the address.)" Pause. "Please come as soon as possible, I'm afraid it'll be too late soon." Pause. "Thank you so much." Then he hung up.

"What did they say?" Zayn asked.

"They said," Harry replied. "They'll be here right away."

After ten minutes of dead silence, there was an abnormally loud knock on the door that startled everyone. Harry walked over to the front door and opened it to find the cops and a doctor.

"Where's your girlfriend?" the doctor asked.

"She's over there," Harry replied, gesturing to the couch I was laying down on.

A group of paramedics ran in to carry and set me down onto the gurney they rushed in when they were told where I was. They placed my gurney into the ambulance, and Harry was standing next to me.

The drive to the hospital was long, and everyone was silent. All I was hearing was the sound of the car rushing to arrive at the hospital.

It had been 20 minutes since leaving our house, and I started feeling very dizzy. The world was spinning and crashing around me.

That's when everything went pitch black as I fell unconscious.

I didn't know when and if I would ever wake up.

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