Suicidal (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

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Soon, we arrived at the club. The whole ride I had avoided making eye contact with Harry. Once we were entered the club, Harry grabbed my hand. "Harry, what the hell." I said as he pulled me into the men's bathroom. Thankfully it was a single bathroom that could be locked. "What the hell are these" Harry said pushing me against the wall and grabbing my arm. "I-I" I stuttered not knowing what to say. "ANSWER ME" Harry yelled. "Their cuts, well scars" u said stating the obvious. "How did you get them" he said. "Remember the other night when Kelly called me a suicidal lesbian." "Yea" he said, his face angry. "Well the first part is true." I said avoiding eye contact. "Why would you do that to yourself" he asked looking like he was about to cry. "Because I'm ugly, I've been bullied since I was in fifth grade. And let's face it Harry, I'm not loved. I haven't even had my first kiss." I sobbed. He just sat there watching me cry. I felt so embarrassed. I ran out of the bathroom, needing to get as far away from this club as possible. I ran through the crowd of people dancing, Hearing Harry call my name from behind me. Halfway through the crowd I was tripped, falling flat on my face. I roll over sitting on my butt. The crowd backed away from me making a circle between me and no other than "Kelly"