Insecure

4. The Angel returns

Florence's POV

I can't believe that Harry Fucking Styles thinks that he can go around a touch my stuff and tell me not to cut, Who does he think he is? He's the one who caused his so I think he needs to shut his mouth. I flop down on my bed, I am really not in the mood to be dealing with anyone right now, I just hate everything. Why am I the one who gets bullied? Why am I the child who gets ;eft behind by their father? Is there something wrong with me?

I walk to my bathroom and open my make-up bag opening the small zip on the side and pulling out clean razors, the other ones need washing after being all over the school floors. I take them out and look at my self in the mirror with disgust, I sit on the closed lid of the toilet and put the sliver blade to my wrist

1 slice for being worthless

1 slice for being stupid

1 slice for being a bad daughter for my dad

1 slice for being ugly.

I grab a towel and start cleaning up my arm as my mum is due back soon, I run it under the tap letting the cold water mix with the warm blood falling out of my wrists. Once I'm finished cleaning myself up a grab a long sleeved hoodie with black writing on the front and make my way down stairs, as soon as I reach the last step the doorbell goes disturbing me from my thoughts, I open the door to be greeted by the glowing face of the one and only Niall Horan

'Hi Niall' I  whisper

'Hey flo' He beams back

'Now isn't really the best time' I mutter looking down at my feet

'Awh, why not? I was thinking of going and grabbing an ice cream?'

'Yeah, sorry Ni, I really need to do something'

'Can I help ya?' Niall askes me his strong Irish accent coming out

'Nope, See you lat-'

'Ahhh darling! its so lovely to be back, and who is this lovely gentleman?' My mother askes rasing one of her perfect eyebrows

'Mother, This is Niall, My friend'

'Hiya Miss O'Conner' Niall says happily, well at least some ones happy today

'Ah Dear, please call me Linda' She says kindly, 'Would you like to join us for dinner, we have a load of guests over tonight' She smiles

'Oh, sorry Linda I have a practise meeting tonight, But I would love to come over some other time, Thanks for the offer' Niall tells her using his Irish charm

'Ah okay, Another time sounds great' My mother laughs. Why the fuck is she laughing?

'Catch ya later flo-bear' Niall calls stepping off my porch and down to his car. I wave and pull my mother inside.

'Mother, What is going on? who are all these guests?' I question her

'I'm having a woman from my work over and her kids and a man I met when I was away is here and he's coming over too' she blushes

'Mother! You cant go out with anyone!' I scream at her

'Darling, calm down he's a lovely man' I mother says trying to calm me down

'' I don't give a fuck! You cant date him!'

''Do not use that language with me young lady' my mother shouts at me

'Fine, you cant date anyone' I tell her calmly this time

'and why not?' My mother asks astonished