A/N: So here is my Harry one shot! I got this idea while laying in bed and wanted to do a little something for it, so here it is. It's actually a lot longer than I thought it would be, so bear with me. I decided to post it in parts where it skipped time, so I apologize if some parts are shorter than others. But enjoy, vote, follow, comment (on here or on my Instagram(s)).
WARNING: THIS MAYBE BE TRIGGERING AND INCLUDES MAJOR SELF-HARM/DEPRESSION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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Hadley was never the most secure person in the world. She was bullied most days in school for anything and everything. Whether it was what she was wearing or her weight, people threw harsh comments at her before like it was nothing. She didn't understand how people could be so heartless. What didn't help were the girls on the covers of magazines. They were all so thin, and Hadley wasn't that sickly skinny. She felt she had to be like that for people to like her, but then people told her she was too skinny. She just wanted to be accepted.
Luckily, for a while at least, she had a best friend there to keep her from crumbling. His name was Harry. Harry Styles. He was always there for a shoulder to cry on and helped her face the bullies at school. She had another best friend, Alice, but they had drifted apart. She also was good friends with Harry's older sister Gemma. But when Harry went off to audition for the X-Factor, she had no one. No one to tell her she was worth it.
It was a bad time for Hadley. She was depressed, and she didn't see the point in living anymore. She had always secretly liked Harry more than a friend, but when he was put through on the X-Factor and then put into One Direction, she gave up her hopes that he would ever like her like that. Harry didn't call at all while he was gone, but then months later, he did. Reluctantly she answered the phone and saw Harry standing on her front porch with a bouquet of roses. And that was how it all started.
When their relationship went public a few months later, that was when the hate started. People that didn't know the real her called her horrendous names for being in love. She couldn't help that she fell for their idol way before he was a teenage heartthrob. At first it was easy to ignore; just reading the lovely comments was enough to brighten her day. But she was only human. It was worse than at her school, and she couldn't take it. A lot of days she would just cry and cry. Harry told her not to read the things his fans sent her because he knew how judgmental they could be. Hadley, of course, still did.
About two years into their relationship, she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to find something, anything, better than this. So she picked up the blade and marked her skin. It wasn't the best way to handle the situation, but she thought she would be able to stop. But boy was she wrong. One cut turned into two, and so on until the tops of her thighs and bottom of her wrists had constant scars. Luckily, she was very good at hiding things. She knew how much Harry would hurt if he saw what she did to herself. This is a story of love and death. Would you ever die leaving the one you love?
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