Diana had always been insecure, no matter where she was. At home, in school, in public or just alone. She also self-harms, but just because it helps her deal with the pain. Until she meets Harry, possibly the worst person she could've ever made contact with, as everyone says. But she doesn't think so, she believes he is the sweetest person on earth, besides his temper. He can get angry easily, but she doesn't mind, they both understand each other and that's all that matters.
*I own the characters. Anything about them that could appeal to you is coincidental! I don't own One Direction though!*


1. Chapter 1

Diana's POV

The silver blade covered in blood made it's way across my skin, red fluid oozing out of each cut that was inflicted across my paleness. I cried silently, wanting nothing more than no one to hear my pained and desperate cries. I stuck the blade deep in my thigh, regertting that decision afterwards as my flesh could almost no longer be seen.

It was covered in blood and my thigh was starting to get numb. I started sobbing, mentally cursing myself for doing so, for letting something that will turn into a scar affect me this much to the point I would be sobbing.

I was no longer the same as I was before, that sweet girl who had never though of commiting suicude or even think of inflicting her own skin. The one who everyone had loved, the one who was well-known for all she had done. I got up from the tiled bathroom floor and I screamed once more, collapsing to the ground. My thigh was deeply cut and my leg wouldn't support my weight.

Cause I'm so fat.

I grabbed the edge of the marble sink and forced myself up, gripping items on the way to my pearl white bathtub with the baby blue shower curtain covering it. I pulled the curtain to one side and I sat down in the tub, turning the dial fro the shower head and pulling the curtain acroos once more.

The water was cold, droplets pelting down onto my skin as the rain and washing away all the blood from my skin, taking away all the painful memories.But the scars would still be there.

The ones that reminded me everyday that I'm worthless and alive. Sometimes I wish I could just end all the pain with one swift movement, but I don't. Because I have people here who love me. And I know that, but I still feel empty everyday. Something in my life is missing. More like someone.

I just want to have a normal life like all the girls at my school; they all have boyfriends and flawless skin, with silky long hair. Then, there's me. The deformed fish who just never fits in. I guess it was something I said, or something I did. All I know is that everyone hates me for a reason, a reason I don't know.

Maybe it's just the fact that everyone is so modern, with everything that's in style and the coolest of phones while I'm here parentless. Maybe that's the thing, I don't have parents to get me all the cool stuff teengaers these days have. But I have Peter, Louis and Liam.

The three best friends I could have ever wished for, and they're like my brothers, that's how close we are, and they get me everything I need. What is awesome though is that we live on the same street, so we have easy access to each other and in less than a minute or two.

Afterschool today I told them I would be fine on my own. I needed some time to myself, since they are always with me. They pondered over the idea, but Peter made the point. "She should get some time to herself, we've been with her all this time, she never really gets time to herslf."

And now here I am, curled up on the bathtub feeling all the pain someone ever could.



A/N: NEW MOVELLA! YAY! So, my fanfiction, Homeless, is on the most pouplar for this month. Hopefully it gets further than that. Some chapters will be longer than others and this one is actually short. But I promise there will be longer chapters.

Harrys_Bo_  xxx

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