Everything I've Been Searching For (A Harry Styles Fanfiction) {Completed}

Chapter 9: Don't Let Me Go

*Aubrey's POV*

We arrived back at the house. Louis had given us 4 front row tickets for Friday and gave us VIP passes with them. He said not to tell anyone and I told him I didn't want to go but he told me it'd be fun. He also said that we should bring nice clothes since there's a small party after.

It's Thursday now and I just got out of work. I walk into the apartment and call out.

"Guys! I'm home!"

"Hey! What should we wear?" Bailee said.

"What? Oh to the concert. Well I'm wearing that t-shirt that says 'Ratchet Please.' and some shorts. Then I'm wearing that really pretty blue dress that I have!" I told her.

"Okay so I'll just find something." She said walking away and I laughed. Marissa was sitting on the couch watching cartoons and I laughed. She was only calm when she watched cartoons. Cheyenne was on her iPod in a chair. I walked into my bedroom and grabbed out my outfit throwing it out. I yawned and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed out some food heating it up.

"Auby! When did you get here?" Marissa said.

"You were too busy to notice to see me." I said to her.

"Oh. Well you don't have work tomorrow right?" She asked me.

"Nope." I said popping the 'p'. "I'm really tired right now. Work is tiring. I think I'll go to sleep." I rambled and she nodded.

"Okay." I stalked off to my room. I fell asleep slowly only to be woken at midnight by a text. I picked it up.

Received: 12:00am

From: Harry

'I hope you do come tomorrow. It won't be that bad. Sorry for texting so late but it's okay if you don't answer. Sleep well! :) ~Haz .xx'

I smiled at the message. Harry was really nice and I really enjoyed his company. I locked my phone and fell asleep.

*Harry's POV*

I woke up at about 4am sadness striking through my heart. This isn't the first time this has happened.

I walked into my connected bathroom turning on the light. It slightly blinded me. Just then some lyrics of my own song that i wrote were running through my mind.

'Now you were standing there right in front of me

I hold on it's getting harder to breathe

All of a sudden these lights are blinding me

I never noticed how bright they would be'

It explained me in the way that fame wasn't what I expected it to be. I didn't hate being famous but sometimes I just want to go back and be normal again. My eyes adjusted and I looked at myself in the mirror. I had dark circles under my eyes. I scoffed at my appearance. I grabbed a razor that I had and broke it popping the blades out into my hand. I took one and left the others behind. I pressed a corner of a blade to my skin dragging it across my forearm. I made four cuts there and then made one vertical one like tally marks. I threw the blade into the garbage. I felt the stinging of the cuts knowing I deserved it. I washed them flinching when the water hit them.

I covered them with a bandage. I could just say I scraped it or fell and got rug burn. I went back to my bed and sat there leaning my head back. A few words that I would describe myself flashed into my mind.

'Useless. Unneeded. Unwanted. Ugly. Asshole. Dickhead. Shit face. Pizza face.'

Some of the things people called me. I looked up seeing a bottle of proactive that I had on a bathroom counter. I got up and looked in the mirror again. I began to scrub my acne scared face really hard. I wiped it off feeling unsatisfied with myself. I clenched my eyes to make the sting go away.