Warning this may trigger some people, so if you get triggered easily, skip this one.
Harry: "You're so ugly...go die bitch!" *refresh* "Harry deserves better...why does Harry even like you whore!" *refresh* "I ship bullshit...Oh Harry I prefered it when you went out with Caroline instead" *refresh* It just won't stop you think to yourself. No matter how many times you refresh there's always hate. It's been like this for the past five months you and Harry have been together, he said it would get better after a couple months but it hasn't. Infact you think it's gotten worse.You haven't told him that you've been getting hate because you don't want to make him upset and it's quite easy considering he doesn't get on twitter a lot. "Go kill yourself!" You read. You sigh and gently close your laptop. You don't understand, you haven't done anything! You open your laptop again to show those haters what you're made of but then you see what's trending worldwide...#DieY/nDie. You gasp and click on the trend, it seems to have been trending for hours but you just haven't notice it. You let a tear fall down your face not even bothering to wipe it away. It seems like every second there was a new tweet for the trend. "#DieY/nDie Best.Trend.Ever." You click on the tweet and see that there's already 50+ likes and retweets. "#DieY/nDie LOL THIS!...#DieY/nDie no one likes you so go away" that last one was the most retweeted/favorite. You force yourself to close your laptop....no you think. This can't be happening. Why do the hate me? Maybe I should die...you think. You get up and go to the bathroom. You hate to do this but you get a razor underneath the bathroom. You slit your wrist. 1 you think. You slit again. 2 you think. You can feel the blood oozing out but you refuse to open your eyes and see it. 1 more you think but 5 cuts later and your still cutting. "Surprise!" you hear the door open. Immediantly as a reaction you throw your razor. Harry's eyes follow the razor then your arms were all he sees is red blood. "What happen?" he screams getting angry. "I...uh..."
Liam: Liam was getting ready for another day in the studio running around his house while you were on his computer looking up stuff after a nice night of having a sleepover at Liam's. "Y/n where's my trousers?" Liam shouts from his closest. You were too busy on facebook to fully understand Liam's question. "Did you try looking in your closest?" you scream back. Liam gets his head out of the closest. "No I would've never guest." he says sarastically. "Well then there's your problem." you say not moving your eyes from the screen. Liam chuckles and slowly comes up behind you where he wraps his arms around you. He puts his chin on your head and then kisses the top of your head. "I think your on the internet more than I am." he chuckles again, then turns you around so he can kiss you. You both kiss and you smile at the fact that Liam just kissed you and the fact that he did it with no trousers. "Liam go get some trousers on." you laugh. Liam shakes his bum and then goes to go put on trousers. Once he's back he kisses your forehead. "Alright love I'm off but I'll be back." "Ok!" you shout and he leaves. At first it was weird being at Liam's house alone but then you got use to it and went back on your computer with your breakfast in hand, frozen waffles. You really don't want to go on twitter because of hate but you heard that one of your favorite celebs was doing a twitcam soon so you decided to go on. As usual you got hate, oh look now even Perez Hilton is making fun of you, asshole. When you first recieved hate you were very sensitive so it hurt you but you were use to it by now. You really wish the fans would like you but you can't control them so for now you'll just have to wait. Even thought you've already been waiting a year....you see your fave celebs twitcam link so you click on it. Oddly enough they were talking (he or she or whatever) about One Direction you got goosebumps just hearing them say One Direction. (fave celeb's name= f/c/n) "Alright next question....what do you think of y/n and Liam?" f/c/n says. Your eyes go wide just hearing that question. "Personally....I don't like y/n." You heart drops. What? you think to yourself. "I mean I really thought Danielle and Liam were going to get married. Payzer forever." they says holding a heart up to their chest. "I mean I just think y/n is all wrong for Liam in every way....I just...don't like her...at all." You close all tabs and shut off your computer. You cry and cry. Your idol just said that they don't like you and they don't even know you! You were use to fans sending you hate but now a celebrity especially not someone you worship. You had enough, you said you weren't going to cut since you stopped five years ago but right now your life wasn't going right and you kind of hated it at the moment. You thought about Liam and what he would say but you figured you would just hide it from him. You get a razor so upset and just start slashing your arm. Over and over putting all your emotion out, feeling it cut deep in your skin. You cut so deep because you so upset. You're not bothered with the blood falling off your skin and landing on the floor all you care about is getting your emotions out. You're crying at one moment and then you black out last thing you hear it a very loud "Y/n!"
Louis: "No!" You scream before walking out. You just had another one of your famous arguments with your family again. It was about you and Louis's relationship. They thought you two were going too fast, they didn't like your guy's age difference and the fact that Louis was always immature. You knew that wasn't true and even though you and Louis were only dating for 3 months you already loved him and knew he was the one. He made you feel special and sure he was immature at times but he was also very sweet and serious. You loved everything about him and he loved everything about you so that's why you stormed out of your house. You told them you were moving out and that you never wanted to see you again. They agreed only making you more upset. You called Louis crying telling him you wanted to talk to him, you had to leave him a voice mail because he was at work. You really need Louis now but there was nothing you could do so you went to your public park where both of your and Louis's first date was at. You love the park it reminds you of so many memories and how young you actually are. You took a deep breath and took out a lighter. Everytime you got into an argument with your family you took out your anger in a....strange way. Your family and you have never really gotten along leaving you with a horrible childhood that Louis doesn't know about. You took the bobby pin out of your hair and lit it with the lighter. Then you place the heated metal on your arm. You wince at the heat then let the sizzle on your skin. It tenses you up but you don't stop. "What are you doing?" you hear making you wince again.
Niall: You're very sensitive and drives you insane when being compared with anyone. You have an older sister and your always being compared to her your whole life even with your parents. So when the media compared your weight with your super-skinny-high-metabolism boyfriend, Niall, it kind of bothered you. Niall was on tour for two months. You haven't been eating since he left. He of course visit you but you would always wear baggy clothes and make up excuses why you wouldn't eat such as you already ate or you're not feeling well. Niall being him clueless self didn't seem to notice. It was 8 a.m and you were doing what you always did at this time, exercising and you did that quite often. You did it though, you lost 20 pounds and now weighed less than even Niall. You didn't look healthy though, you look pale and bony. You look like your sick but as long as you were skinny right? You took a water break when you heard the door open making you jump. You tip toe to see who it is, hopefully not a burgler. When you see it's your boyfriend, you jump on his back screaming "Nialler!" Niall laughs."Who's that fly on my back?" he says jokily. "What are you doing here?" you shout still on his back. "I came to surprise my princess even take her out for breakfast!" He turns around and picks you up spinning you around. You laugh. He places you down. "But...I already ate." you say. "So?" he says placing a hand on your waist but then he has a confuse look on his face his hand lowers so that he's touching your hips where he can feel your very big "love bones" then he moves up where he touches your ribs and he counts each off as he feels every single rib. You smile slowly fads as Niall starts to get it. "What...what happened princess?"
Zayn: You and Zayn were alot a like in many ways. You both are very artistic and mysterious. Overall you both were pretty much the same person but it did have it bads such as you both smoke. You grew up with a touch family where your mother practically force you to take drugs when you were young and ever since then you've been doing them. Only, a couple months ago you told Zayn that you would quit if he quit because he said he wanted to quit for a long time but would only quit if you did. Honestly you tried but gave up on the secound day. You've been smoking whenever Zayn wasn't in the house, you just couldn't help yourself. Next day you think next day as always. "Bye love." Zayn says as he kisses you then walks out the door. "Bye." you whisper in bed as he shuts the door. When you hear the door close you jump up and grab your pack of cigarettes. Most people start their day with coffee but you start yours with drugs. You inhale the smoke which feels like sunshine to you since you grew up with it. "Ahhh." you say as you exhale. "What the fuck?" you spin around and see a not so happy zayn. You throw your cigarette on the ground even though you know it was too late. "I can explain." you say even though you really can't. "Then explain." he says tensing up.
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