Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 54

Sabrina Carpenter as Brooke Nation-Styles
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"Never be ashamed of a scar it simply just means that you were stronger than what ever tried to hurt you." -Demi Lovato
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Five... Six... Seven... Eight...

I've become addicted again.

Addicted to pain. Addicted to suffering. Addicted to sadness. Addicted to suicide.

I slightly pat my wrist with toilet paper to stop the bleeding. What's become of me? I have people that love me! People that truly care about me! People who look up to me!

So why do I feel this way?

I put on my bracelets and roll down my sleeve. I feel alone. I feel empty. And I don't know why.

I exit the lou and make sure no one is in sight. I hid my blade in my pocket. Then, once I don't see anyone, I casually go to my bed and turn on the Telly, like nothing happened.

Why? I think to my self. Why?

***

It's another dreadful day.

I haven't heard anything from Zayn. He hasn't returned any of my calls. Not even my texts.

And now that I bring up Zayn, who the hell is Naughty Boy? I don't know, but as far as I know, he's really trying to get the worst out of Louis, us, and the fandom. And let me just say this about Louis, he is the sass queen! He and his family!

The whole Twitter rant happened about a week or two ago (maybe more I honestly can't remember), but when Naughty Boy tweeted Zayn's song, the whole fandom went silent. Then so many questions flooded through all our minds. My mind shut down. I listened I the song, and started to cry. Not because of the fact that is sounded good--which it did. It was the fact that I had no idea about this.

Was this the reason why he wasn't at so many of the events in the past? Was he really sick like he told us? Did the other guys know about this? What is reality?! Was anything he told me even true? Were our bonding moments just fake? I didn't know what to believe anymore.

Ever since then, I've been trying to call and or text Zayn. But he never responds to any of my texts. Never returns any of my calls.

Harry and I are currently watching a bit of television. Watching reruns of the show F.R.I.E.N.D.S., one of Liam's favorite.

The concerts are going great right now. So far, the lads have taken over all of Zayn's solos. I'm glad. The fans have also sang along to his solos in order to fill the gap. It's beautiful really.

"HA!" Harry laughs at Monica, who has a chicken on her head.

"Your laugh sounds like a baby mouse!" I say.

"Does not!" he says making a pouty face and folds his arms.

"What ever floats your boat," I say. We continue to watch until the episode's over. Harry gets up and heads towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I ask happily.

"I'm just gonna get some food, since Niall came in and are most of it yesterday." I remember that.

Jesus, he finished up the whole refrigerator in a matter of minutes.

"Alright," I say, "be safe!"

"Will do!"

"Oh! And don't buy too many bananas this time!"

"Good source of potassium." He shrugged and headed out. I flopped down on the couch and turned off the TV.