Diana

Chapter 3

[so so sorry for not updating, to make up for it, I'll update tomorrow too]

Finally, Saturday. After a week of pure abuse, it's nice to take time to relax. Besides, I heard the bitches of the school were leaving for good. It pretty much guarantees me a new chance to be who I want to be.

Though, it's going to be hard gaining a new reputation, but just because something is difficult doesn't mean it's impossible. I believe anything is possible, I believe that if you try hard enough, you will achieve your goal, I also believe in second chances.

I believe everyone deserves a second chance, a second chance to prove themselves, a second chance to prove others wrong. If you stay strong, and keep your head held high, anything is possible.

I basically had no plans for the weekend, as usual. I'm literally going to die of boredom. After about 20 minutes of trying to think of something to do, I remembered the number.

Not just any number, that guys number. Should I call? He said if I ever need anything to call him, and um hello, boredom is a good reason.

I picked up my phone and the piece of paper with cute boy's number on it and dialed his number. Yes I call him 'cute boy', I don't know his name yet!

*ring*

*ring*

*ring*

"Hello?", his voice echoed through the phone. I was now regretting calling him.

"Hi, it's Diana. I'm the girl that you gave your number to the other day.", I nervously responded.

"Oh, hi! I'm Harry. Are you okay?

Do you need anything?", he immediately questioned.

"I'm.. I'm fine, I'm just bored, to be honest.",

I half lied.

"Oh, do you want to hang out? I could come to your house and we can talk?", he responded.

"Um.. Yeah, yes. That'd be great.", I smiled, although he couldn't see it.

"Text me your address, I'll be there as soon as possible.", and with that, he hung up.

After texting him my address, and getting an "ASAP x", as a response, I decided to look decent.

I slipped on my favorite pair of washed blue skinny jeans, with several holes in them, and my 5SOS shirt that Luke had given me.

Luke and I were really good friends, I mean, we shared an apartment. He's the only one who knows about.. well my depression.

He's the only one who knows how bad it gets, he's the only one who knows about my insecurity, and what exactly I am insecure about. He's the only one who knows that I self-harm. He's the only one I could trust not to judge me.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I looked in the mirror before sighing, and opening the door.

"Hi!", he chirped, allowing himself in, and taking a seat on the couch.

"Hey.", I awkwardly replied. Curse my awkwardness.

"I um, I was waiting for you to call me actually. I want to talk to you.", he stated, he changed the mood from happy, to awkward, to serious.

"Why?", I looked at him quizzically.

"I um, when I saw you, when those girls, well you know.. I saw...", he was struggling to find his tongue.

"your wrist, I saw your wrist.", he finished, looking at the ground.

"Oh.. Oh my god.", I whispered as I stood up.

"Leave. Please leave.", I begged him.

Make that Luke and Harry. Oh my god.

Calum, Ashton, and Michael don't even know. This was too much. My parents don't even know. No one knows. Only him and Luke, and I didn't like that Harry knew, at all.

"No.. I'm not leaving. Is it because of the girls? I could do something. I could help you.", he spoke.

"No... I mean yes, partially because of them, but please.. No don't help me. Luke.. I trust Luke. I'm fine.", I tried to convince him.

"No, you're not fine, cut the bullshit. Let me help you!", he was getting irritated, and I couldn't understand why.

"My sister... She has.. She had depression. She self-harmed.. She was fourteen. I was nine, I didn't really understand what was going on with her. I was so fucking stupid, I watched her do these things to herself, that I wasn't aware she wasn't supposed to be doing.", he gulped.

"She would do it in front of me, she would slash her wrist.. She'd tell me "Life comes at you, and it comes at you hard. Fuck, it breaks you.", she'd say that.. Again and again. I could've stopped her! She killed herself. One night, it became too much for her, and she killed herself. I'm not.. I can't let that happen to you.", he finished, by now he was hysterically crying, as was I.

I was crying because Harry had lost his sister, when she was fourteen. She was young, very young, and you'd probably think, how could someone hate the world at such a young age, well, how could someone love the world at such an old age?

It's how they look at things, she had depression, which makes you see almost everything negatively.

"I'm sorry.. Harry. I don't know what to say.", I cried out.

He reached out for me and held me in his arms, he softly grabbed my wrist before kissing it. His hot tears burned the cuts, but I felt as though he was healing them.

As though he would be the one to save me.

OH MY GOD I DIDNT UPDATE IN SUCH A LONG TIME!