Last First Kiss (One Direction FanFiction)

Danger

~Julia's P.O.V.~

It was like taking a drug, looking at those tweets. I had 50 new messages on my Facebook too, as much as I wanted to stop, I just couldn't. The hate was fueling my thoughts, fueling the pain, it was constantly on my mind. I read the first message and instantly burst into tears.

New message from Isabella Cooper

Hi, we made you a fan page because we love Harry so much more than you do. Here's the link: www.facebook.com/Hazzas-girlfriend-an-ugly-cheap-whore

I was sitting alone behind a tree, tears falling onto my phone screen as Savana walked past with Niall. She whispered something to Niall as soon as she saw me and ran towards the tree I was behind.

"Julia?!? What's wrong?" She sat down beside me and pulled my head to her chest.

"Are you going out with Niall again?" I whispered through sobs.

"Yeah, I gave him a chance as it was a mistake, and I asked you first, what's wrong?"

I couldn't speak, only Harry knew but I knew she would question Harry until he spilled. I still wouldn't speak, I held out my phone and Savana snatched it from my grip. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Who said this?!?"

"I don't know." I cried, burying my head into her neck.

"Oh JuJu! That's dreadful, you are absolutley none of those things those wretched beeyotches are saying, we have full rights to report them, and you need to block everyone who's sent all those disgusting messages to you!"

That was the responsible Savana I always loved but I couldn't stop crying.

"But Savana, it won't stop. Don't you see? I've only had a few hundred messages, think of all the other people who are still to find out about this? The rumours are spreading like a wildfire, it's unstoppable."

"I'm getting Harry, maybe your lover could beat some sense into you."

I practically dropped into my legs, sobbing with tears. I opened up my satchel I was carrying for the walk and pulled out the penknife my father had given me when I joined the scouts, I was always the creepy kid, I had been a tomboy but fell into the trends when I reached 14. I flicked it open and stared at the sharp knife in front of me. It was the only way, the only way to stop the pain without hurting anybody else. I had too. I put my wrist against the knife, already feeling the cold metal and cut.

~Harry's P.O.V.~

"Harry, Julia needs help, NOW, she's in a state over those messages on Twitter and Facebook."

Again?!? I though she'd deleted those. God... I knew she was lying.

"Take me there, now."

I ran with Savana, stretching my legs as much as possible and soaring straight past Savana to the source of her crying.

"JULIA?!?" I yelled, trying to sense where she was, I looked behind each tree, minutes passed and I hadn't found her. Tears began to well in my eyes, I hadn't seen her since we were in our tent after the swimming race in the lake.

"Found her?" emerged Savana's voice from behind me at last.

"No." I croaked, managing to speak clearly but farely obvious that I was near tears.

"Let's look together, that might help."

I nodded and lead the way through the trees into a small clearing where she lay, a knife protruding from the floor. Two things startled me and sent me in to overdrive right then. One, the fact that she was lying on the floor asleep. Two, there was a knife, on the ground.

"Julia?!?" Savana yelled into her ear and shook her roughly, I wanted to protest against the violence but was certain I would burst into tears if I did.

Miraculously, Julia began to stir. She rubbed her eyes carefully and as soon as she was opening her eyes she quickly pulled down the sleeve of her right arm. I stared at her quizically but was so full of questions that I was bursting to ask I began to talk.

"What are you doing here?"

"I went for a walk." Julia replied.

I stared at her, "Without anyone else?"

"I wanted to clear my head."

"Babe, tell me the truth."

"I wanted to clear my head, Harry."

I stared at her, I knew she was lying, she always had a guilty look on her face when she was, "Julia, Love, you can tell me anything."

"I know, and I'm telling you, I wanted to clear my head. So much has happened recently and I just needed time to think it all through."

"Why do you need a knife to do that?" She went silent and I stifled a sob.

Did she try to commit suicide? She needed help.

"Julia, you need help Love." I held her arm.

"Get off of me. I don't need any help, I'm my own person. I'll be back in time for dinner. Just leave me alone for a bit."

I couldn't stop the tears any more, I spluttered like a fountain. Sobbing into my sleeve, trying to muffle the sound but failing quite considerably. Julia turned to look at me and felt a pang of guilt, I saw it in her eyes. I hadn't let go of her arm. She reached towards me, arms outstretched and I pulled her against my chest, holding her like I'd never let go. I would never let go.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered, now crying into my chest.

"It's okay. I know you're hurting right now."

I slightly moved my head towards the dim light of the campfire where dinner was starting to be made. She nodded and I didn't think I was ever good at signalling. I realized afterwards that I had accidentally said it out loud. Savana hugged her before running back to the camp to tell everyone she was alright. I hadn't noticed Julia hanging back slightly to pick up the penknife and slide it back down into her trouser pocket.

Back at camp, we clambered into the tent and zipped up the doors.

"What's wrong Julia?"

~Julia's P.O.V.~

I took several deep breaths before speaking, "Twitter."

He looked at me knowingly and managed a wary smile.

"I'll tell them to stop, it usually always wor-"

"No, Harry. You still don't get it do you? Think of all the rows, the newspapers, the websites that will be full of your tweet 'Harry Styles defends girlfriend Julia Unger on twitter'. It won't stop it, it will just agrivate it."

"I can try Julia."

He reached towards my hand and squeezed it.

"Can I see your phone?" I nodded slightly and reached into my pocket to pull it out.

My hand didn't pull out a phone, it pulled out the penknife. Harry stared at me, in utter disbelief,

"Is-is-is that yours?!?"

I nodded again, this time he didn't stare, he moved. First he pulled the knife out of my hand and threw it into the corner of the tent, second he pulled me beside him on the sleeping bag and put my head on his chest. I cried. I cried more than I'd ever cried before,

"Oh baby, is it that bad?"

"Yeah, it-it-it"

"It what babe?"

"It hurts. It hurts so bad."