Diana.

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!*

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9. Chapter 9

Authors Note

So I actually just wanna make sure that you guys read these notes. I want you guys to answer this question: What year was Harold Edward Styles born? Leave your answers below, I beg of you! You never know if something important happens! Because of this, I feel uninspired and worthless, like I'm an invisile and you guys hate me. So yeah.

Like/Fav/Comment/Fan Please? It'll mean the world to me.

I'm mexican! Yeah!

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Harry's POV

Jerk! You should've smiled back or something! After I had turned away, I waited a couple of seconds before looking back again to see her. She had an unreadable expression written all over her face. Sadness, anger, dissapointemnt; all mixed in one and reflecting in her oceanic blue eyes. I felt a small guilt form in my stomach, see what I'm saying? I'm the stupidest person alive.

I opened my mouth ready to protest and call her name out to apologize, but I felt myself being turned around and a girl voice, obviously. "Hey Harry, I really need that pint before Thursday. If I don't have it by then I will really die." It was Tamra, a girl on the school council, as the secretary. No one really knew she was a drug-addict but she has asked me stuff like this before, begging me to give her the cocaine sooner than later.

"Ummm... yeah. I'll get it. Don't worry about it, I can probably get it to you by tomorrow," I told her. "It's ready and I just have to pick it up."

Just then I noticed she had light bags under her eyes and her complexion was five shades lighter than usual. She just nodded and hurried off to class, same as I.
 

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"Harry, Harry, Harry. I've been lokking for you all day, got the ounce you wanted," Nick told me, handing me a brown bag that looked almost lunch like, just so it won't look very suspicious. "I say you wanna put it in your bag and carry it around, Detective Greene was actually checking the lockers and told Mistress that he thinks we have drugs."

"Bullshit." I whispered.

I opened my black string bag and dropped the bag in, then pulling on the strings to close it. "Thank, by the way." "No need to thank me, bro. I got you covered. Whenever, wherever."

"Nick? Don't you think that sounds a little gay?," Louis chimed in. "Well, yeah but-" "-But you think that it's appropriate for a crowd like us?"

"Shut up." Liam calls, irritated.

"Well, excuse you Liam." Zayn told him, a small glare following.

I just rolled my eyes and zoned myself out of the conversation, this si just the usual behavior. It can get worse, trust me, but we try to not turn violent in public. I shook my head from the negative thoughts and looked around the cafeteria for Diana. I spotted her at a table, all alone. It looked as if her body was shaking, and I grew curious as she wiped her face with her sleeve.

"Harry? Where are you going?" Niall asked as I walked away.

 

"To do what I should have done in the first place."

 

 

 

 

 

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