It was past midnight when I finally arrived back at the tour bus. All the boys were asleep. Wow, great to know how much they cared about me and worried that I've been gone for almost 13 fucking hours. Christ, I didn't even have any texts from them. Selfish bastards. As much as I tried to convince myself I hated them, I knew deep down I didn't. Those three boys were my everything. And it hurt. God, it hurt so fucking much to know they didn't care if I was even alive. I felt as though I had nothing to live for anymore. My world had been turned upside down and I was at the point where all I wanted to do was crawl up and die. You would to if your everything practically told you you were his nothing on live tv. Come on, Harry, I told myself. Think of the fans. The millions of fans who wake up everyday just to see you! But who would want to see me? I'm just an ugly piece of trash. Even Louis doesn't love me. I suck. I'm worthless and I deserve nothing that I have.
