Its Nothing

Chapter 8

I gently opened my MacBook, revealing the bright desktop screen. I slowly scrolled over to the safari icon and double clicked. I went to the history and clicked my twitter link. As soon as I logged on, I had about 6,000 new notifications. Half were follows, and the other half were comments on a picture of Harry and I, or just tweets I was tagged in. I first decided to scroll through the comments...

Some fans are soo sweet and caring saying things like

@True_Piper: beautiful:)

@True_Piper: How cute

@True_Piper: Omigosh jealous!!

@True_Piper: adorable

@True_Piper: Awww(:

@True_Piper: Your super pretty!

@True_Piper: stay together forever Xx

@True_Piper: love this!!

But then there are also the mean bitches...

@True_Piper: Whore

@True_Piper: Put some clothes on

@True_Piper: you don't deserve him

@True_Piper: ugly

@True_Piper: white trash

@True_Piper: bitch

Not to mention some of the direct messages I got...

"A bitch like you doesn't deserve an angel like Harry, you don't even seem glad to date him, why don't you just break up with him and do us all a favor?"

"Your a skank, you've had like 30 boyfriends before Harry, your worse than Taylor swift..."

"Boo you whore, Harry can do better..."

"Nobody likes you anyone..."

"Nobody will see this so I can say whatever I want, first off your the ugliest thing I have ever seen, you need to commit suicide or something... The whole fandom hates you and we want to kill you..."

"Harry would be better off dating a rat"

And people wonder why I don't follow fans...

I removed the laptop from my lap and placed it next to me on the couch. I gently rolled up both my sleeves, revealing two wrist full of cuts. My eyed welled up with tears. I needed to cut soo bad, but I needed to stay strong...

"Do it for Harry," I thought.

I stared at my wrist a bit more, bitting my bottom lip between my teeth. The cuts became blurry as tears filled my eyes to the rim. As I blinked I could feel the warm water spill out of my eyes and pour down on my cheeks. My chest rising and falling heavily as I began to grit my teeth.

"I'm not gonna do it," I said out loud, clenching my fist.

Tears continued to stream down my face.

*beep*

A notification appeared on my laptop. I unclenched my fist and built up the strength to look at it.

It was a twitter alert...

"You are now trending! Click to check it out."

"Trending?" I thought...

I clicked on the link below to reveal thousands of tweets... The first one read...

"Pretty much...
#diepiper"

"D-die p-piper?" I began to cry...

I began to scroll through the rest of the tweets...

"#diepiper"

"No one likes you
#diepiper"

"I'll help kill...
#diepiper"

I furiously pushed the laptop from my lap, onto the ground, a large cracking noise came... The screen blacking out.

"Dammit!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I got up off the couch, and bent down to grab the laptop. Once the broken thing was in my grip, I smashed it back down on the hard wooden floor, the top portion flying off. Tears blurring my vision. I continuously began to throw the laptop around, eventually tearing it to shreds. Bits and pieces of the expensive MacBook laid scattered around the flat. That was not enough destruction for me...

I then moved to hall, where pictures of all sorts hung. I began to one by one pull off all of the frames, smashing each one to the ground, the glass shattering around my bare feet. That didn't stop me though. I began smashing down pictures of Harry and I, crying while doing so. Bits of glass surrounded my feet as I took my next step. A shock of pain was sent through my body. I lifted up my left foot to revealing blood gushing out.

"Shit," I cursed.

I winced as I pulled out the glass buried about 3 inches into the center of my foot. More blood began to pour out. I tossed the bloody glass down the hall and gently placed my foot back on the hard ground. Vibes of pain were sent throughout my whole body, making my head spin. I leaned against the wall as the world began to spin. I began to slide down the wall as I heard the faint sound of a door shutting. Then I heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps walking towards the hall.

"Piper..." A deep voice said.

I turned my head to the right, to see the blurred figure of a tall, brown haired male.

"I'm sorry," cried.

I could hear the sound of breaking glass as he began to walk toward me.

"Piper, why baby why?" I could now tell the male was Harry.

"They did it again," I said.

Harry then wrapped his warm arms around me and picked me up bridal style, and carried me to our room. Once there he laid me gently on our bed.

"Your bleeding," he said motioning to my foot. Harry ran to the bathroom to grab some bandages. The world around me started to get darker and darker. My foot becoming numb.

Harry quickly returned and wrapped many bandages around my foot, before wrapping the gauze and an ace bandage. I laid motionless on the bed. Harry then crawled gently next to me on the bed, cradling my head in his arms.

Tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I can't do it..." I managed to get out.

"Don't you dare-"

Harry was cut off by a loud beeping sound, coming from the kitchen. Harry shot up quickly and ran to the kitchen. Leaving me alone on the bed. I could hear his feet crunch along the glass and he passed the hall. Soon enough the booming beeping stopped and Harry came back into the room, and he slowly made his way back over to the bed.

"You left the stove on..." Harry stated.

"I was hungry," I moaned back.

Harry gently slid back into his place, holding me in his large arms. He gently began brushing my hair behind my ears. I stared up at the ceiling, tears still waiting to pour out.

"I hurt," I mumbled.

"I know baby, I know..." Harry whispered.

I gently slid my hand up Harry's side and he interlocked his fingers with mine. His hand warm against my cold skin.

"You can't do this to yourself," Harry whispered. I could feel his hot breathe on my neck.

"They want me to die," I cried, more tears pouring out.

"How do you know?" Harry asked.

"Twitter..."

"Is that why your MacBook-"

"Yea," I nodded.

The world slowly began to blackout around me, getting darker and darker, I could feel my eyelids becoming heavy. Eventually shutting. I could feel Harry's chest vibrate underneath me as he began to sing.

"I'm in love with you, and all your little things..."