Quiet { H S } ✓

Author's Note

I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself. Why am I not friggin’ capable of writing a short story where one of the boys does not die? And why do I always make them die like this, through suicide? I repeat: I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself.

Again, by no means do I think the real Harry Styles would ever do something like this. He’s a wonderful, kind, quirky person and I adore him to pieces.

However, if you know someone who is struggling with depression and/or thoughts of suicide, don’t give up on them. Never give up on them. Keep trying to get them help, whether they want it or not. No matter what they say, they need help.

And if you’re someone who is struggling with depression and/or thoughts of suicide, don’t give up on yourself. Your life has so much left to be lived, to be experienced, and to be enjoyed. I myself may not be fully recovered from my own depression, but I’m getting there. Because now I can’t bear the thought of ending my life before finding out what’s in store for me, and you shouldn’t either. Get help. And if you ever need anyone to talk to, about anything at all, I, as an introverted, anti-social, 1D-obsessed, awkward loner, am literally almost always available and definitely willing to listen.

I felt it was necessary to say all that up there. Especially since I seem to have an obnoxious tendency to write short stories about 1D and suicide... Well, moving on from the sad stuff.

This has been a remarkable learning experience for me.

I’ve learned that I’m one of those masochistic Directioners—y’know, the kind that browses the Internet for heartbreakingly cute pictures of the boys, even though it makes them cry hysterically?

Except instead of the boys being their painfully cute, lovable selves, they just... Y’know... Die in my stories.

. . .

Yup, I hate myself.

K I LOVE YOU GUYS. <3

Until next time.~