Diana

Chapter 22 - "The Text"

DIANA'S POV

Shayne wasn't home for a day and I was a bit astounded when I heard Ace and Shayne in a relationship, she actually moved on very quick. It's only been weeks or days, I guess? But I'm very happy for her. However, I guess that Niall's heart shatter to pieces when he heard the news for the first time. They just met for weeks and they just avoid each other for the rest of their lives in the control of Jullianna. She doesn't even have an apparent reason why she wants to jerk Shayne away in Niall's life. She's really an over-protective or maybe a possessive girl, isn't she? 

The day was all better when my phone buzzed beside me, my hands grasp around the phone. Sliding my thumb open as a messages shows up on the screen, it's unregistered numbers. Who could it be?

*Hey bitch, what the fuck are you doing? Why are you ruining Jullianna and Niall's relationship? Maybe you're just jealous of them. Why aren't you happy with Harry? You're just ruining every each person's life. You're as pathetic as fuck. The whole universe hates you, even the boys. So fuck off and have a life, bitch! Love, Directioners.* 

*You slut! I didn't even know how you act like a slutty bitch! I lost respect on you, Diana. I fucking despise your fucking personality. Harry should fucking know this, why? Because you're a bitch to Niall. You're ruining their relationship, why the fuck would you force your slutty friend Shayne to Niall? Despite that they aren't even perfect together? Get a life, fucker! We don't fucking care when you're going to say that you can't take it anymore. If you want to die then go die then, we don't fucking care about you anymore.*

*Bitch, you should be happy that you're dating Harry! You're useless to Harry, Diana! #SluttyDiana #HarriannaShouldBreakUp*

*You're a BITCH! A big bitch. -Hannah*

My heart shatters to pieces, I tried to keep my tears inside me. I knew it was a bad idea, I guess it's all my fault now. Maybe I really was ruining their relationship, I shouldn't done that to them. And to Shayne, I thought that everything is under control. But it all turns out that hate spreads over my Twitter profile and now they know my mobile number and they texted negative messages flooding on my inbox. Harry shouldn't know this, or else he will kill every each girl or boy who sent this to me. I opened my Twitter profile and my profile was flooded in negative tweets, I didn't pay them attention. Well, physically. But mentally, I'm hurting so much. I didn't expect much of this hate. I knew that I was trouble when I walked in, so it's very shame on me. 

*Thank you for the hate, it means a lot to me. You were right, its all my fault. So, are you happy now? #thankyousomuch* 

I pressed the 'tweet' button and stayed quiet, for a moment of seconds; tweets were flooding down my tweet that I tweeted a couple of seconds ago. I don't want to read any hatred tweets and texts anymore. I'm exhausted already. I drop my phone to the coffee table as my tears falls down my cheeks. I wiped them right away, scurrying to the bathroom and wash my face and I smiled through my reflection. I searched for a razor, as I look into the cabinets. I finally found one, I grabbed it, turning it on. Cutting down my wrists as my face grimaces in pain. I stopped, blood falling down the sink. I washed it but blood doesn't stop bleeding. I smash my fists to the cold wall, sobbing through the everything that is happening in this very instant. I tiptoed to the wardrobe, grabbing Harry's gray sweater as I pull it on my head and covered the huge cut on my wrist. I grabbed my phone, deleting the messages that was sent few moments ago and sat down beside Harry, brushing his hair by my hands. I laid a light kiss on his forehead. A smile holds around my lips. 

"I love you Harry." I whispered and his eyes were swiftly open. A smirk places around his lips.

"I love you too." He whispers.