Let me be the one to light the fire inside those eyes.


1. Drifting

It had been months sense we had seen each other and when he comes home he just sleeps. I'm getting all this hate to be with a guy that when I do see him all he does is sleep. Don't get me wrong , I love him with all my heart but I'm loosing hope.  "Fat whore" "your don't deserve him" "Ugly" "Go kill yourself" "Go burn in hell" "DIE" "I hate you" "Fatty" "your so ugly and fat and Harrys perfect, He's too good for you" All the hateful comments ran through my mind. I took another sip of my tea while I sat on the balcony at me and Harrys house. Of coarse he was in the living room sleeping on the recliner. I was getting cold as the sun set but I didn't care. I wasn't in much, just underwear and Harrys long sleeve shirt. I looked down at my thighs and the fans were right I was fat and ugly. A tear streamed down my face. I set down my tea on the table next to me and I just started crying. He really did try but it wasn't enough. "Diana what's wrong" I heard a deep raspy British accent say before an arm wrapped around my shoulders. "N-Nothing Harry I'm fine" "well apparently you aren't because your crying" "I cant" "you cant what" He said in a concerned voice. He rested his head on mine while rocking me back and forth. I didn't want to tell him what was bothering me but I had to. I couldn't keep it bottled up forever. "Harry I cant do this anymore" "What do you mean" "All the hate, Its too much and your never around. I just wanna fall off the face of this earth. No one would care" "Diana that's not true" "yes it is the fans want me to burn in Hell and what would you care your just sleeping" I stood up and ran inside to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I pulled up the sleeves to Harrys long sleeve shirt revealing several cuts on my wrists. "Why" I whispered to myself as I thought about everything me and harry had gone through.

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