Performance of a Lifetime

How To Save a Life

 *~NO HATE TOWARDS TAYLOR. No I don't ship Haylor, but I do respect them. This chapter has alot of Haylor drama in it, so yea, I'm not hating, it's just part of the story!~*

It's been a week since Harry left. A week since the boys have moved to the hotel. A week since I've been alone. I haven't gone back to school since the day Harry broke up with me. I wonder if anyone misses me..probably not. Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn still visit me twice a week and on the weekends Niall sleeps over. We talk regularly on skype, we text, tweet and things like that. It feels like they're the only ones who care. My parents and brothers are having the time of their lives in the UK, they've extended they're vacation so I now have another 2 months of solidarity. I washed my face in the sink to wake myself up and my gaze went to the scars on my arm. There were 11, some were more noticeable than others. I sighed and went to my room and put on a long sleeve shirt. I didn't want to see what I had done to my skin, I was disgusted in myself. I sat in my living room and flipped through the channels, landing on some infomercial for Toronto Airlines. I remember last week sitting in the airport and crying over Harry. Someone had called my name, and my first reaction was it was one of the boys. It was Harry. I remember standing up and hugging him, only for him to push me away. He told me how he had no reason to stay if I wasn't going to believe him. I told him I did and that's why I was there, and I tried to hug him again, but he just said goodbye and boarded his plane. That was it, one final "Goodbye, Ava." No hug, not even a smile.

"When are you coming home, Sammy?" I asked Sammy as we were skyping.

"Um..," she looked around uneasily, "the thing is Ava. We moved. We're not on vacation, I just didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to hurt you."

"So, what? You were just going to tell me you were on vacation for the next ever?" I asked, suddenly mad that my best friend had lied to me.

"Listen, I'm sorry. But I think there's something you should look at.." she said and sent me a link to some pictures. I clicked on the link and my heart nearly broke in two. Harry and..Taylor Swift? Kissing? I turned off my skype with out saying good bye and I felt tears as I ran to my room, slamming my door. How could he do this? I mean I know we broke up, but move on this fast? And he didn't even tell me! I slid down the wall and cried harder, burying my face in my knees. "Why, Harry?" I said through tears.

"I guess you heard, huh?" Niall said, plopping down on the couch beside me.

"Yeah, but I'm over it. He moved on and so should I." I lied. Deep down it crushed me inside. Of course I still had feelings for Harry.

"Good, so how about that movie?" Niall said, patting my back. He got up and put on 'Happy Feet 2'. I felt my eyelids get droopy and I put my head on Niall's shoulder.

"Thanks for everything, Niall." I said before I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up to a dark room and an empty couch. "Niall?" I called rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Aye, I'm in here!" he called from the back living room. I went and sat beside him and watched as he scrolled through twitter on my computer.

"Look at this. Even half this fandom hates them together, they think you guys should get back together." Niall scoffed, shaking his head.

"Oh, haha.." I laughed awkwardly, hurt that Niall obviously didn't think so.

"16,18,20. So that's $520. I just need 500 more and I'm good!" I said to myself. I counted the money in my piggy bank. I decided if Harry wasn't going to come to me, I'm going to Harry. The problem was, how was I supposed to get $500? I thought for about another 10 minutes and then I remembered I had a special piggy bank in my closet that was filled with money I'd saved in case of an emergency, and this was an emergency. I dug through my closet and found the duck shaped piggy bank..so a duck bank? It was one of those ones where to get the money from inside you had to smash it. I looked around the room and my eyes landed on the corner of my dresser. "Perfect." I muttered to myself. I picked the piggy bank up and held it above my head. Squeezing my eyes shut I slammed the piggy bank down on the corner of my dresser and gasped as a shard of porcelain went into my hand. Quickly pulling out the shard, I counted the money. $556! Perfect, enough to get there and back with a little extra spending money. I put the money in my wallet and then put my wallet in my purse. I looked at my blood as it started dripping down my arm. Gross. I went to the bathroom and washed my cut, it was deeper than I expected. I went into my parents bedroom and found the gauze and tape. Wrapping the gauze around my hand, I put pressure on it by mushing it again the bed and taping the gauze. I went back to my room and get dressed. Looking at my posters on the wall of the boys, I smiled remembering the great times we had. My smile faded into confusion when I saw a lump behind one of my Harry posters. I rubbed the poster thinking it was just a wrinkle, but a piece of paper fell out. I opened up the paper and my eyes widened when I read it: