Suicidal

Chapter 4: AJ's POV

It worries me how much Harry has changed since we first met. I remember, he was always smiling, always in a good mood, but now he's always depressed. I still remember his perfect smile, the way he always looked so perfect. Not that he doesn't look perfect now, it's just.... He's changed so much. I knew this would happen someday. I still remember the first time he got hate......
*Flashback*
November 12, 2011
"Harry, why are you crying?" I asked him. We have been dating for 6 months.
"L-look what they said about me on Twitter." Harry sobbed. I looked down at his phone just to see a few of the hundreds of mean messages sent to him. Harry, go kill yourself. One Direction don't need a diseased whore with them all the time. One of them said.
"Aw, Harry. It'll be alright." I loved him too much to see him cry like this. Their first album had just been released, and my boyfriend is already getting hate? I just hoped it wouldn't get worse.
*Flashback Over*
Now Harry doesn't even bother with anything. The only things he really does is sleep and cry. He barely talks anymore. And instead of dressing like he normally did when he was a part of One Direction, he usually just wears his hoodie and sweatpants. Of course, who cares. The real problem is that he lost like 30 pounds in the past few months. He's always saying how fat and ugly he is, and so now he's starving himself, but when he does eat, I usually give him something that'll make him gain a little weight, but of course he knows, so usually he says, "STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME FATTER THAN I ALREADY AM! I'm fat and ugly and worthless so just don't even try!" And he stays mad at me for a while. But of course he only eats like twice a week. He can hardly fit into any of his old clothes, not because he gained weight, but because he lost so much weight, everything-even his skinny jeans-don't fit him anymore. Not like he ever leaves the house anymore, anyways. It all really started in 2013.
*Flashback*
Harry looked down at the ground, a few tears falling.
"Why does everybody hate me? What have I done?" He whispered.
"I-I don't know, Harry." I admitted.
"Look, Harry. Get your fucking act together so we can just go to the concert." Louis yelled. He hated Harry ever since he started that stupid Larry Stylinson thing when he said "my first real crush was Louis Tomlinson." I wished Louis would just give my little cupcake a break, he didn't know what he was starting at the time. But it was too late. As we got ready for the concert, I noticed Harry looked really sad.
"Harry, what's wrong? Don't tell me Louis told the haters something."
"No.... I just.... I just want to die." He sobbed.
"Harry, don't think like that. You deserve to live as much as anybody on this earth." I told him.
"Well I don't want to live."
"Please Harry! Just don't leave me! Stay here-for me?" I argued but he didn't listen. He pushed open the door and ran away.
"Harry!" I screamed, running out after him. I saw him run towards the old bridge.
"1, 2, 3," he said then quickly jumped off.
"HARRY NO!" I screeched. I jumped in the water and grabbed his body.
"No... No, you can't be dead. You have to stay alive! For me......" I pulled him closer to me so he could be warm. His eyelids fluttered open after about 5 minutes. He saw my worried expression on my face and he burst into tears.
"I'M SORRY! I didn't know what I was doing...... PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" He sobbed.
"No, Harry. I'm never going to leave you," I said, "it's just-you worried me, that's all. I couldn't just let you drown yourself, I had to save you." I gently kissed the tip of his nose and he looked up at me.
"That was really dumb of me.... I should have never tried to do that...." He apologised.
"No need for apologies. I understand, you didn't want to live anymore..... But don't worry, I'll give you millions of reasons to enjoy life."
Little did I know that wouldn't be the last time Harry tried to kill himself.
*Flashback over*
I hear a knock at the door.
"Hello?" I say, opening it.
It was One Direction.
"Hey, do you and-" Louis gestures to Harry "-that- want to come to dinner tonight?" Louis seems absolutely disgusted with Harry, who's just laying on the couch, sleeping.
"Well yes. But you know, Harry is human too. I don't know WHAT gives you the right to be mean to him, but if you want us to come with so terribly, I suggest-" Niall cuts me off.
"Look, AJ. Harry just isn't very, himself. He's been this-this thing for a few years now, so that's what we refer to him as." He tells me. Harry wakes up a second later and looks toward the door.
"What? Why are they here? Is it a special occasion? I thought they hated me?" Harry says.
"Well..... Yeah we do hate you, you suicidal manwhore. But we like your girlfriend. And she won't let us take her out unless you come with." Zayn explains. Harry bursts into tears. I walk over to him and stroke his hair.
"Can you just leave him alone? Please."
"But he's so fat and ugly. No one wants him here anymore. Harry, please kill yourself." Louis says.
"I've tried." Harry sobs.
"Just let us get ready." I bring Harry upstairs to our room and he collapses on the bed crying.
"Do we have to go? They're just going to be putting me down and insulting me all night. Why can't I just stay home?" Harry begs. I know what he's going to do. He's going to try to kill himself, and I want him to live for as long as possible. I just wish he could understand how perfect he is to me.