It takes two (Harry styles)

Chapter 42

Riley's P.O.V.

~One Week Later~

These past few days have been miserable. Harry has been working nonstop, and we barely get to see each other. I have nothing to do around here since Danielle Is always dancing too. I honestly don't know what to do with my life these days. I mean, Harry and Danielle and all of the boys keep me happy, but that's only seven people when I have probably around a million giving me death threats and hate on Twitter. I mean, aren't they right? I am ugly and fat, aren't I? Harry said It In the past, so It's just a reality that I'm too afraid to face. I probably haven't moved from the couch in two days. Just sitting there and wanting life to be over. Why can't It be? Why do I have to have people that care? Sometimes I really don't want to go any further. Just to make it worst, I logged onto twitter and It was blown up. I was surprised my phone didn't blow up with it. Sometimes I'd rather Harry go back to bullying me so he could be the one to end it, not me. I personally wondered myself why he didn't go back to bullying me because I'm a freaking faggot, no shit. Sometimes I just want to cut and cut and cut until I die of blood loss, then this would be all over. I wanted to walk into that bathroom right now and take out a damn razor. Now you know how I feel. Damn right, I feel shitty.

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I heard a knock on the door, but I didn't answer it. I didn't have the energy. The knocking turned into pounding. "RILEY! RILEY!" Harry's voice filled the room. I just let the screaming and pounding continue until it went away. Then I heard something smash. I just let my head rest on the pillow of the couch, letting my whole body relax. I saw Harry looking at me, sobbing. "Please talk to me." His voice cracked at the end. "PLEASE!" He full on cried, and I just turned my back away from him and closed my eyes. I didn't want to talk to anyone right now. If he wants me to talk, he Is one crazy son of a bitch. He's the one who caused the hate. I hate to play the blame game, but it's true. He bullied me In the first place. Those words sunk deep down inside me and won't come back up.

I realized I was forgiving him too easily. Like I forgave him at an inhumanly strength. It's like if he murdured me, I would just get over it and kiss him. But that was the old me. The old Riley Bard. I am all about myself now, and I will not forgive him next time. I continued to Ignore him, It's not like he cared. I mean If he did, he wouldn't have ever bullied me, right? I realized this I've the last couple days and there's basically nothing he can do to posh those thoughts away. I've read a book and Wattpad called After, and the girl forgives the guy after he does the most horrid things. But I'm not going to be that girl. Because you know what? I, Riley Bard, am not the good girl anymore.

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This is a filler chapter. This chapter was actually written by my best friend Kira wrote this. If you guys could go to her profile her username is kira2503, read her book 'him , and summer love' I would really appreciate it. Thanks for 800 reads!! This story is coming along. If you guys could please comment and tell me what you think, that would make my day. Please vote!! Thanks Kira!! Again!

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