What Hurts The Most (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chap. 17

Oh how I have an evil plan for him! He was supposed to play it days ago but this is perfect! After what he did to me today, this is payback. I set up my computer camera so I could see Harry play the game and I can see his reaction later. I pulled it up and Harry came in. "Ok. What do you want me to play?" He asked. I made him sit in the chair in front of my desk. He sat down and I started to explain. "Ok. So when ever you are ready, press play. I have some things to do. Oh and if anything weird happens, don't be scared. It happens." Harry nodded. I explained the controls and headed towards the door. I turned towards him before going out. "Good luck!" I turned back around and whispered and made sure he would hear. "You'll need it if you see him." I saw him turned his head to me as I closed the door. I looked through the crack of the door. He pressed the play button and I watched and waited for the screen to get a little fuzzy. I sat and waited and waited. It came. "Whoa! What the hell!?" Harry yelled. I knew the screen went fuzzy. I ran into the laundry room and found the electric box. "Whoa! What's wrong with this game!?" Harry yelled. I found the switch to all the power in the house. I grabbed a flash light and turned off the power through the whole house. "Ivey!? Are you ok!?" I walked out of the laundry room and closed the door. "Yeah! It happens! Keep playing!" I walked down stairs and hid under the stair case. "Whoa! I'm not liking this!" Harry yelled. I kept in my laugh. It was quiet for a while. I worried. Did he stop? I was about to go up when Harry screamed. I screamed like if I was in trouble. "Ivey!" I heard my door burst open and foot steps go down the stairs. I heard him go into the kitchen. I tip toed upstairs and listened to his voice fade. "Ivey? Where are you? Please say something." I pulled out my phone and turned on the same music that you would hear in the Slender game as you go into it. I sat my phone in a drawer of a stand in the hall way and it played. "Ivey!?" I heard foot steps going up the stairs. I went into my room and went into the bathroom. His voice came closer and closer to me. "Ivey? Did he get you? Ivey?" I heard him walk into my room. "Ivey?" I jumped in front of him. "RAWR!!" He jumped and screamed. I started to laugh. "Ivey! That isn't funny!" "Hold on a second." I said. I turned on my flashlight and walked into the laundry room. I turned on the power switch and the lights came back on. I turned off my flash light and put it away as I walked over and grabbed my phone and went back into my room. "Ivey. Why did you do that!?" Harry yelled at me. "Because of what you did to me today! That wasn't funny!" He looked at the ground. "Pay back is a bitch huh?" He glared at me. I knew he was burning mad. He stormed out. I felt bad. "Harry, wait!" I ran after him. Before his walked out and held onto his arm. "Harry, please!" "I need to be alone!" He yelled. I hugged his arm and I was leaning back. "Please!" He pulled me up and swept me off my feet. I thought everything was ok until he plopped me down on the couch and I looked up from the couch and saw the door slam door close. I felt the tears stinging my eyes. "No wonder everyone fucking hates you, Ivey!" I screamed at myself. I felt pain inside of me. I grabbed a pillow and screamed in it. I just wanted to pain to go away. Nothing worked. I bit the pillow, I tried running it off, I threw a glass lamp across the room and cleaned it up. Nothing worked. I sat on the couch and held my knees close to my chest. I texted Harry. "I'm sorry. Please! I need you more than anything! I love you!" No answer. I called him 10 times and nothing. I texted him again. "Please! Harry! I promise I won't do it again! Please!" No answer. After an hour I knew one thing that would get rid of my pain. I sat up and looked into the kitchen. My eyes caught the box that had handles of knifes sticking out. I texted Harry. "Fine. Don't talk to me. But if you see something on my body that isn't suppose to be there, don't ask what it is or why its there." My phone vibrated and I thought it would be Harry. But it was my twitter. The girls called Directioners found my twitter. They were calling me ugly, hideous, a slut, skank, and all of these hurtful things. I threw my phone on the coffee table and walked over and found the sharpest knife. I held it up and looked at the blade. I saw my eyes in the reflection. I held it tighter and ran upstairs. I grabbed my first-aid kit and grabbed medi-tape. I sat on the toilet seat and held out my left wrist. I rested the blade on my wrist as tears came out of my eyes. I pressed the knife into my skin and slid it across. Blood came out as I did it 10 more times. I switched sides and did it 10 more times again. I sat there as the knife dripped blood and blood ran down and dripped at my fingertips and hit the bathroom floor. The pain was gone but I felt like I couldn't breath. Tears came out of the sides of my eyes. I shook my head. "I'm an idiot. All of those tweets about me are true. I hate myself!" I said to myself. I sat up and cleaned the blood off my wrists and put on medi-tape. I cleaned the blood off of the floor. I found some bleach and cleaned off the knife. I put the knife back and ran back into my room. I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and a sweater. I put my hair in a pony tail and put my hood up and covered my cuts with the sleeves of my sweater. I walked down stairs to watch some TV when I heard the door bell ring. I walked over and opened the door. He stood there and held out his phone. I read the text message I sent him saying for him not to ask me about the marks on my body. He looked at me. "Please tell me you didn't." Harry said. "I'll say it." Tears started coming back into my eyes. "But it wouldn't be true." I broke down and cried. Harry came in and closed the door. He wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in his chest. "Shh-h-h-h. I'm sorry. I should of stayed and listened to you." He whispered.