Simon cowells daughter

"Alley? Why is your phone broken?" Harry stood at the doorway, asking the same question over and over again.

"It slipped out of my hand okay?" I said, getting annoyed with his pestering questions.

"Your lying"

"I'm not, just leave it harry."

"You don't need to snap at me" his eyes were filled with hurt.

"Sorry" I sighed.

"Why can't you just tell me the truth"

"It's just a phone harry"

"And it's expensive, do you want a new one, I -"

"No" the thought of reading all those messages upset me.

"Why not? You need a phone"

"No I don't" I argued.

"Whatever" he sighed and walked out. I heard the hotel door slam a few seconds later.

"Hey! Alley!" Dani walked into my room and threw her phone on my lap.

"What?" I picked up and scrolled through more hatred messages of me. "What really happened to your arm? You've got three perfectly straight cuts" she interrogated.

"Please don't tell, dani" I sobbed.

She came and pulled me into her arms, squeezing me tightly.

"You have to promise to stop." She whispered.

"I promise" I sobbed.

"So I can't even tell harry.. Or El?"

"No. Please dont"

"Okay I wont" she pulled away from the hug and excused herself to go make dinner.

Thank god people don't inspect your shoulders.

I have been a real mess, I've got a total of seven cuts, it's not many, buts its seven too much. Four are on my shoulder, three on my wrist, it's like the physical pain takes away the emotional pain.

**

"IT'S SAFE TO SAY I HAVE A NEW GIRL FRIEEEND" I sang around the room, piling clothes into my suitcase.

the music was cut off, I stopped singing, embarrassment flushed onto my face. "Hey" Harry's raspy voice echoed. "Hi" I mumbled.

"Sorry about before. I shouldn't have overreacted, it's just a phone" he smiled.

"I'm sorry too. I haven't exactly been honest with you lately.."

Harry gently held my hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the palm of my hands.

I hadn't even noticed his stare moving up my arms. I quickly pulled my arms out of his grasp and tugged them behind my back.

He just looked at me, like he was disappointed but mad and upset too.

"What?" I mumbled.

"Why?" He questioned.

"Who?" I laughed lightly, trying to brighten the mood.

"I'm serious" he stated.

"I'm alana" I stuck out my other hand so he could shake it, he just looked at me angrily.

"This isn't a joke alana" I could tell he was mad, whenever he calls me Alana he's mad.

"sorry" I mumbled.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry?! I don't understand you!" He yelled, his green eyes pierced mine with a hard stare.

"Harry-"

"I feel like I don't even know you anymore! You always lie to me!" He wouldn't even let me talk.

"I was trying-"

"DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ALANA? HUH?" he yelled, his tall figure suddenly becoming not so loving and playful, but more intimidating and scary.

"don't yell at me" I said quietly.

"IT'S HARD NOT TO. WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST TELL ME?"

Tears fell onto my cheeks, my eyes looking around for anyone to support me.

He took a step forward, I kept moving back with every step he took until I was backed against a wall.

"GOD DAMN IT" he yelled. His clenched fist rose above his head, and came pounding into the wall, right next to my head.

"get away from me" I cried.

I ran underneath his arm and out of the hotel, knocking past dani on my way out. "Alley!" She called out but I didn't respond. I guess I have a habit of running away from my problems, but nows not a time to change habits.

I ran down the street, the darkness of the night approached the sky, the street lamps illuminating the street.

I ran as far as I could, my tummy hurting from all the running. I finally stopped when I reached a playground that was down the road. Not many people were around, just a few cars and a few lonely runners. I cuddled myself into a little kiddie tunnel and closed my eyes, trying to forget all my problems.