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!*


5. Chapter 5

A/N: Let's play a game called 'ASK THE AUTHOR!' Please? So you can ask me any question. And I mean ANY. Personal or not and I will answer truthfully. I will let you know if it's too personal but go! Comment your questions!!!

Sorry if the chapter is a little short. Oh, and I don't reallt edit the chapters so sorry about grammar mistakes, too.

Harrys_Bo_ xxx

Diana's POV

Rebekuh had a look of surprise written all over her face, clearly at my sudden outburst. I felt my face flush and I looked down, "I'm sorry. I-It's just that well... I c-can't really believe that- it's a shock, you know? But i mean- I guess it's okay. People like whoever they want." "Awww, sweetie. It's okay. I understand how you feel. That's exactly what I felt when I found out Nick liked me, but then I realized he was really sweet and cute."

She had sat next to me on the hardwood floor, rubbing my back in comfort. I started picking at the thread that stuck out on the cushion, pulling at it. The black thread got longer and longer, like a long black line that doesn't belong and being pushed out. It was the only thing I concentrated on, gocusing on making it break. It eventually did break, and I took it, fiddling with it between my fore finger and thumb.


Harrry's POV

"Well, I'm off. It's late and I'm tired," Will said with a yawn. He got up and stretched, grabbing his beer and taking the last bit of it. "Me too," Liam said. It's already ten, I have to wake up at five tomorrow," Liam explained. "Morning jog you know?" "Me three." A very drunk Niall slurred, giggling with hooded eyes. I rolled my eyes, Niall can never get too much alcohol.

"Well mates, have a good one. But I'mm og too." Louis told us, getting up with a smile. "Yeah. I think that it for the night." Nick was picking up the cleaar glass bottles of beer that we left as he said this. I just nodded my head and got up with a sigh. I apparently got up too fast and my vision went white, my head swirling. "Woah. You okay?" I heard Liam's voice in the distance, and I nodded.

You never want Liam to worry, he's like our babysitter, always taking care of us and watching our footsteps. Never once has Liam ever been insulted, no matter how hard you try to. You just can't. It's literally the most impossible task for me. No-oe can ever harm Liam, he's just so caring and generous despite his looks.

Liam might look all tough and rude, but he's actually gentle and soft-heaerted. For most people, of course, it's hard to believe.


Diana's POV

Of course smeone like that wold end up crushing on me. And that's exactly why I made a new, fresh cut on the inside part of my wrist. Because of how pathetic and worthless I am, I've come down to this. Cutting for every reason as an excuse to be able to. The silver blade is my comfort, my safety, where after inflicting myself I feel alive and not guilty.


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