'Sssh, Demi is still asleep.' I hear a voice say.
'Well did you at least pack?' I hear another voice say.
'No, sorry. When I brought her up. I fell asleep myself. But I will pack my and her suitcase now. Okay, but please leave.-' He says and then whispers. 'I'm not wearing anything.'
I. Am. In. Shock. We didn't do anything right? I mean I didn't drink or anything and I only remember being asleep. Oh no... did we go out? Did I really drunk that much again that I don't remember?! I was starting to freak out, when I heard the other voice speak again.
'But you didn't do anything right? I mean she was already asleep.'
'God dammit. You know me Lou, I always walk around naked!' Harry starts talking louder. I hear the door close. And I feel Harry leave the bed. I hear him open my closet. Then some shuffeling. What is he doing?
I slowly open my eyes but close them again, because of the bright light. Like NEON LIGHTS! Wait, that could be an amazing song.
'Hi Babe.' My heart fluthers when he says that.
'Hi Haz.' I re-open my eyes and turn around so I can see him. 'What are you doing?'
'Packin' your suitcase for the trip. Then I'll head to the hotel to get my stuff.' He tells me, whilst [utting dresses and bras in my suitcase.
'Uhm Haz? I'm not bringing that with me.' I tell him and walk over to pull everything out.
'What?! No, you have to wear something really sexy for me.' I look up, right in the mirror. Harry walks over and hugs me from begind.
'I'm not sexy nor pretty.' I tell him.
'What?! How can you even say that?!' He almost yells.
'Just stating the truth here.' I tell him and close my eyes when he kisses my hair.
'You, Demi, are the most wonderfull, amazing, most beautifull and prettiest girl in the world. And you are sexy. You have beautifull curves. I love you, Demi Horan.' He tells me and looks at me trough the mirror. This is the first time he tells me he loves me...
But I don't feel butterflies. Like in the movies...
I fell a whole frinkin' zoo! And dinosaures stamping around in my stomach.
I turn around, place my hands on his cheeks.
'I love you, Harry Styles.' and give him a passionate kiss.
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'Babe, did you pack already?' I hear Harry yelling to me from the kitchen.
'Almost finished!' I yell back. Selena walks into my room.
'I'm tired.' She groans and falls... asleep on my bed. I chuckle, finish packing and walk downstairs to the kitchen.
'Hi Babe.' He gives me a peck on the lips. 'I'm off to the hotel with Lou. 'Rest is already there.' He tells me and walks to the livingroom, where Louis is waiting.
'Bye!!' The two of them say and walk to the car. I wave at them until they're out of sight. I shall wake up Selena... oh boy... that's not much fun. She'll probably kill me for ruining her moment of peace.
'Selena, sunshine wake up!' I say in a sweet voice.
Report 1.42 pm: no sign of movement.
I shake her shoulder a couple of times.
1.43 pm: still no sign of movement. I make a note in my head.
I grab a glass of water. I whisper 'Wake up, Selena.' I walk closer, stil whispering 'Wake up, Selena.' I put my head next to her ear and scream. 'Wake up, sleephead!' She groans well at least I made progress. Just as I'm about to pour the glass over her head, her arm grabs mine.
'Don't. You. Dare. You'll not be living any longer.' she says trough her teeth. Oh my... I must run now, right? I start to scream and run to the bathroom and lock the door. Okay, I'm sace... at least, if she doesn't have a chainsaw. But she is not psyco like the horror movies, right?! Right?! Demi stop talking nobody is going to answer that! WHO ARE YOU?! Stop talking to yourself! Jezus!
I stop myself from replying to myself... I'm weird, K? Thanks!!
I should take a shower... I'm smelly. I take my close of and step into the shower.
'DEMI!' I hear Selena's voice scream above the sound of the streaming water.
'WHAT?' I scream back.
'WHAT KIND OF CLOATHES SHOULD I PACK?' She screams again.
'I DON'T KNOW! SOMETHING WARM MAYBE?! ENGLISH WEATHER SUCKS!' I scream again. Ugh my throat hurts now. Well I mean I'm use to this, but it really hurts. I step out of the shower and put my undies on. I look at myself in the full-view mirror. God, I fat and ugly.
I see a raisor laying in the shelf behind me. No Demi don't do it. You are better than that. No I'm not! I'm ugly and fat and terrible looking! Think of all the people you are gonna hurt when you do it, you'll not only hurt yourself but also the people that love you. Selena, you brother, the boys, Harry.
As soon as I hear Harry's name ring through my head, I shake my head and put the raisor back. I'm to good for this. No you're not! Just do it! Nobody even likes you. Oh great now I have an angel and a devil on my shoulder.
Wow, I look good in red and white. Back to the story.
'You should do it Demi. You're ugly and fat just like Taylor said.' The evil me says.
'No you shouldn't think about how dissapointed Niall and Harry will be. Remember what Harry told you!' The good me has a point. Harry loves me for who I am and so does my brother. Selena loves me for me, because she didn't even know I was Niall's sister.
I hear a *poof* in my left ear. Okay, all of sudden there's a little Taylor dressed in red on my shoulder. She doesn't look good in red at all. She pushes the good me of my shoulder.
'You really should listen to the evil you. Nobody likes you. You're fat. You're ugly. You're a terrible singer. I bet Harry Styles only dates you because he feels sorry for you.' I really don't like her, but she kinda has a point.
'Of course I have a point. Just do it already!!' She whines and dissaperes. The evil me is gone too. Just great.
I put the raisor against my skin and slide it over my wrist. Blood drops on the floor. I cut again this time a little deeper. I cut and cut. 4 cuts. 4 streams of blood. 1 big pool of blood.
And I start to feel weak. Before I know it, everything turns black...
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Sorry guys... it's a little sad. Don't think because I use this in my story, and you have the same problems, you can just cut to make it easier. Cuz you can't. Cuz by cutting you're giving in. You show how weak you are and how easy it is to make you feel weak.
And even if you did it. You can't just take a few bracelets, so you can't see it. You will have marks forever. They may fade away a little after four years, but they will always be there.
Demi writes in her book that everytime she looks at her scars. It makes her feel strong, she remembers herself about how strong she is. And I'm not saying it's stupid cuz it isn't. But not cutting shows how strong you are. You don't have to cut and look at your marks and feel strong. You have to look at the raisor, thinking I'm stronger than you, than any of this shizz. Than look away. After two days you will look at your wrists and say I'm strong cuz I didn't do it.
This way my life lesson!!
Hope you love the story!!(of my life hahah just kidding)
Take care.
xx me.
