"I'm done with you!" I screamed. My boyfriend Harry and I were fighting because of the news of him and Taylor Swift. They were all over the news and I was heartbroken and pissed at the same time. "Really, Serena! What the hell are you done with!!" Harry yelled back at me. "I'm done with you and your bullcrap! I'm done with your rep as the flirt! We're dating Harry! I'm not some toy! And you and Taylor Swift! Are you really cheating on me with her! The girl that will smash your heart and make you look like an asshole!". Tears were flowing from my eyes and were lining Harry's. "I'm sick of you too! Always whining and complaining about me being away all the time! This is my fucking job! Get over it! And your crying over freaking hate! Shut the hell up! Nobody cares! And last year when you were caught snogging Zayn! You were obvisously going to stick your tounge done his throat! And what happened when he picked you up and led you inside his flat, huh?!" Harry's voice boomed. "That was when you broke up with me! Why the hell do you care! And every week I see a new story 'Harry and Emma caught snogging in NZ!' 'Harry and Taylor Swift! Sarry done for good?' Oh and what about the 410 girls you slept with last year?! We have been dating 4 years, Harry! You cheated on me with 410 girls, how many other girls did you sleep with? Will 1,000 different girls come up to our door with children saying 'Harry fucked me and he is the father!' you and I have never even did it yet! Is there something wrong with me! Screw this I'm done with you! You're a manwhore anyways!" I spat out at him. Harry turned from mad to furious. I have never seen him this mad before. "What the fuck did you say, Serena?" he said taking a step closer to me. "You. Are. A. Good. For. Nothing. Manwhore!" I repeated. Just as I finished the sentence I felt a large hand smack me across both cheeks and punch me. I felt a burning feeling across my face as I looked up at Harry. His expression to sorrow and regret. I was so depressed, confused, sad, and shocked at what he did. He just made me feel worthless. He made me feel like a slut that liked go be abused. I ran upstairs and took my weekend bag from the closet. I emptied my drawers full of shirts and pants into the large red bag. I grabbed my perfume and my white Chuck Taylors and I ran down the stairs. I left behind the dresses, jewellery, and fancy shoes that Harry had bought me. I took my iPhone off the kitchen counter along with my car keys. Harry tried to talk to me but I completely ignored him. I grabbed my coat off the rack and left the house, slamming the door behind me. Harry ran after me as I got into the car and drove away. After 5 minutes or so, my vision was so blurred by tears that I had to stop driving. I stopped the car and sobbed my heart out. My sides hurt and I couldn't breath. I called Louis and he walked to the car since he lived dow the street. He quickly drove me to his house and let me in. He hugged me tightly and I broke down into tears, falling to the floor, feeling worthless and weak. Louis carried me to the couch and layed me down while he grabbed my bag fron the car. While he was gone, I started to scratch my wrists with my long and sharp nails. I didnt want Harry back. I didnt think, I knew.
Part 2
Louis held me there for what seemed like forever. While I was crying hard he cooed to me and hugged me. I was sure that his striped shirt was soaking wet and probably had a few mascara streaks. Finally, at 5:00am I fell asleep in Louis's arms. I woke up at 12:00pm. Louis was upstairs since I could hear the shower running. I was very familiar with Louis's flat so I knew where his bathroom was. I bent over the toilet and puked my guts and brains out. I felt a hand pick up my brown hair while I was throwing up. When I was done, Louis got my toothbrush and toothpaste. After I finished brushing my teeth and using some mouth wash, I went to Louis and tightly hugged him. The way his arms wrapped around me reminded me of how Harry hugged me and emotions waved over me, leaving me in a sea of tears. "Shh, Serena please don't cry." Louis cooed as he placed soft kisses along my head. We were nothing more than best friends. He had Eleanor, and I had...well... I used to have Harry. He brought me to the table and asked if I wanted any breakfast. I shook my head and went to go sit on the couch. I heard a knock at the door and Louis went to open it. "Mate, I don't think she wants to see you." Louis said. I checked my phone, there was 45 voicemails, 70 missed calls, and 117 texts, all from Harry. "Please, Louis let me see her." Harry begged. I couldn't bear it anymore. I went into the bathroom and sobbed. I looked into the mirror. My naturally dark green/hazel eyes were now light green. My face was covered in dried tear stains, two light hand marks on my cheeks and luckily there was only a little bruise under my right eye from the punch. My wrists were covered in scratches with a few blood scabs. I walked out and when Harry saw me so sad and depressed, he broke down into a hard sob. His eyes were already puffy and red and he had bags under his eyes. He pushed past Louis and ran to me. I just kept sitting on the couch, still mad at him for hurting me. I didn't want to see him, at all. He started kissing my cheeks and I started to cry in pain. When he saw that I was in pain he stopped. I got up and walked away from him to get some ice for my cheek. "Serena! Please listen to me! Please talk to me!" Harry cried. I didn't respond. I walked by him and he saw my bruise where he punched me. He took my wrists so I was facing him. Tears started to spill out of his eyes. He raised up my blue sweater sleeves and fell to the floor crying. My wrists looked worse than I thought, throughout the night, I didn't realize but I had given them more scratches. "Baby, please.... don't hurt yourself anymore... I can't believe I hurt you, I made you do this to yourself... Please, take me back... I'm a friggin idiot for doing that... Louis! Please talk to her!" a sobbing and on his knees Harry begged. Louis looked at me and took me upstairs to his room. I cried all the tears that I kept in while Harry was there. "Serena, at least talk to him. He's going absolutely mad. He was never with Taylor, those pictures are photoshopped, I guarantee you. He loves you more than anyone else in the world. Please at least talk to him." Louis calmly stated. "But-" I started but Louis interrupted me. "No ifs ands or buts, you're going downstairs right now." I turned on my heel and went downstairs. When I saw what I did, I broke down, I couldn't believe it.
