Chapter 21

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(Harry's POV)
I sleep in late, so AJ won't be on my case. I'm going to stay up all night with her, then go on a walk, hopefully run into haters, and then I'll rush home and kill myself. I don't know, maybe instead of just some hater it'll be my ex girlfriend. I just really want to have a reason to die. I want AJ to not know.
I feel AJ get back in bed to cuddle with me. She knows how much I love it.
"Aww, Harry! You know you want some more!" She says.
"I'll kiss you if you wake up."
She can kiss me any time she wants to-right? I wish she could find someone else and not feel guilty about having to deal with me.
"Would you hate me if something happened that made me..... End it all?" I ask AJ.
"Well, I obviously wouldn't hate you, you're my little cupcake, I don't know how I could ever be mad at you!"
"Good.... Because I don't know about hate......" I start crying for effect.
"Awww, no! Baby, don't cry. There's no reason to cry. You're so perfect to me." She says.
I start to open my mouth, just to tell her "I want to kill myself, I'm fat and ugly. Please let me die." But of course I have to stay quiet.
"Yes, I know. But I don't know, I-I think my depression may be coming back......" I sob. The real fact is that the depression never left.
"Awwww, Harry. We'll get through together. I love you, Haz. Don't you dare forget that." Then we fell asleep together. We woke up an hour later and AJ just loses it.
"HARRY! THAT'S IT! I'M DONE WITH YOU! WE'RE DONE! I HATE YOU! KILL YOURSELF!"
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(AJ's POV)
I don't know what possessed me in the moment before; I just wake up and I'm screaming at my boyfriend, who isn't exactly the most mentally stable person right now.
I see him running down the hall, into the bathroom. Probably to cut himself.
"Harry! PLEASE DON'T KILL YOURSELF!" I scream.
"Why not! Life will just be better without me!" I hear him sobbing.
"Baby.... I'm sorry..... I really don't know what got into me...."
"No. It's my fault. I'm the one who is messed up and suicidal." Harry says.
"No..... Nothing could ever be your fault, Harry....." He finally lets me in, and I wrap my arms around him and start hugging him tightly and kissing him all over.

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