Why i love you.....(Larry Stylinson one shot)

Harry POV

I sat up on the couch bringing the covers to my shoulders. it was cold and i wasn't really in the mood to do anything today. i grabbed my phone from the coffee table and went on twitter. as soon as i opened my account thousands of DM's and mentions popped up. i didn't have anything else to do so i started scrolling through my mentions.

Bullshit=Love: "@Harry_Styles hey love, how are you? i love you so much and i hope thou see this. ha-ha now i made things awkward. okay bye :) FOLLOW ME PLZ!!

i smiled and shook my head. some of our fans are really weird, i decided to retweet and reply to her mention.

"@Bullshit=Love i love you too. and know you didn't make anything awkward. you made me smile." i pressed send and went to look at the other tweets i have gotten.

LarryLouHarry: "@Harry_Styles @Louis_Tomlinson you two are so cute together. i don't know why you guys just don't make it official already. chow!"

Amy_Sanchez: "@Harry_Styles 'because your amazing, just the way you are...' - Bruno Mars. i feel like this song is mainly dedicated to you."

i smiled and blushed at her comment. damn...i love my fans.

"@Amy_Sanchez Awe stawp it! your making me blush! seriously though your sweet." i replied and continued scrolling. then one suddenly caught my eyes.

Narnia_Wonderland: "@Harry_Styles why the hell are you even in one direction? you voice is fucking horrid. every time i hear it i want to personally kill myself! better yet how about you do us all a favor and drop dead?"

i couldn't move. i felt like everything froze around me. i felt my breath hitch and i began having trouble breathing. i felt my heart break a little when i skimmed over it once more. what had i done to deserve something like that?

TheBratHarry: "@Harry_Styles i honestly believe you should die. your such a sorry excuse for an human being. you can't sing. so why the hell are you in a boy band? face it styles, you just unloved. gay faggot!"

yup. that cut me deep. i felt tears prickle at the brim of my eye lid as my vision became blurry. i guess i did deserve it.

Gay_Direction: "@Harry_Styles i hate you so much and i haven't even met you. your such a worthless fag and can't do shit right! you have a face only a mother could love. and i feel bad for her that she has to 'claim' you as her son. poor women."

i dropped my phone and ran upstairs. i abruptly opened my bedroom door and slammed it shut. i ran into the bathroom almost knocking over everything in my path. i forcefully pulled open the cabinet throwing everything out of it.

"where the fuck is it." i said through my teeth. by this time my face was filled with tears and my eyes was burning from the continuation of fresh warm tears.

i through open the drawer and rummaged through that. i couldn't find it. i needed it. i needed it so fucking bad. i yanked it at my hair in frustration while the tear continued to flow down my face like an endless river. i was too annoyed and a shamed to wipe them away.

i quickly ran out of the bathroom and into my room. i went to my dresser and pulled everything out of it until i finally came across what i was looking for. My razor.

i grabbed it and walked back to the bathroom. i broke the razor and took the blade out of it.

i sat on the toilet and ran my fingers over the fading red scars on my wrist. i bit my lip and ran across my wrist with the blade.

"Worthless." i whispered. i felt the blood trickle down my arm and onto the floor but i was to numb to care. i held up the blade and slid it across my wrist once again.