(AJ's POV)
Harry wakes me up early the next morning.
"Yes?" I question.
"Well, you know how I said I was killing myself? I lied. I'm not killing myself because I love you. I'll just ignore the hate." Harry says.
"Aw! You're so sweet, I love you! I knew you'd change your mind! I knew you were cured!" I scream in happiness.
"Yeah...." Harry says. I'm just glad that he's back to normal. We lay in bed for a little while, just cuddling and kissing each other.
"I love you, Harry!" I say, kissing the tip of his nose and his cheek.
"I love you more!" He replies.
"Maybe, but you're cuter!"
"Aw, you're the cutest thing on earth."
"No, you are! I love you, Harry! I'm so happy you aren't killing yourself." I say.
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(Harry's POV)
I lied to AJ about killing myself because I knew she might try to keep me closer to her, and I need that. But at least now I told her. I do love her, but I'm still planning on killing myself, that's all that consumes my thoughts.
Suicide, suicide, and more suicide. All that's in my brain. I don't deserve to live, I don't deserve an amazing girlfriend like AJ. I just don't. I'm fat and ugly and just a waste of time and space. Everybody knows my name, but barely anyone sticks up for me. Even One Direction stopped talking to me for some reason. I don't even remember what, they just told me, "Harry, you're fat, ugly, and don't deserve to be in our band. Goodbye and. Kill yourself." Not the nicest thing to say to a depressed and/or suicidal person.
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FanfictionI'm just going to write part of the story because I'm terrible at descriptions. "See, Harry," I say, showing him a beautiful picture of the city, "these are reasons to live." "Looks like a perfect place to die to me," Harry says. "Harry, just liste...
