11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

chapter 5

-HARRY’S P.O.V-

Where the fuck was she? I had to go to the bathroom to cool off a bit. Everything was happening too fast.

-ASHLEY’S P.O.V-

Justin was drunk and he pulled my hand towards the bathroom. I knew where this was going and I liked it and I wanted it. Who cared about Harry? I just wanted his fame and money. But Justin? Justin was the real deal. He pushed me to the wall and leaned closer to me. I could feel his hot breath on my collar bone. I couldn’t take it anymore. I kissed him hard and passionately. I could feel sparks. I wanted him so bad. He was hot. I started touching him and he was touching me.

-HARRY’S P.O.V-

I got up and went to the the bathroom. When I got there I saw Ashley and Justin leaning on the wall kissing and touching eachother.

-    -    What the fuck! – I yelled

-      -  Hey dude. Calm down. – Justin said and I understood he was drunk.

-      -  Get off her! – I yelled and pushed him away

-       - Get the fuck out. – Ashley said and slapped me.

Fuck her. I thought and got out angrily. I was dizzy. I got into my car and drove home. I didn’t need her. But I loved her. She was the only girl I loved after Louis. I went home and slammed the door behind me.

-LOUIS’ P.O.V-

Where was Harry? I kept looking around but he wasn’t there. Who knew what had happened with him and Ashley. I knew she was a bitch right from the start. I turned around and she was there

-       - Where’s Harry? -  I asked

-      -  He broke up with me. – she said

-     -   Why?

-     -   He saw me making out with Justin. – she said

-       - Well, he did good breaking up with you bitch. – I said

-       - Excuse me, faggot? – she yelled

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my hand back and with all my force I brought It back and slapped her. My hand stung and it started burning. She fell on the floor. I didn’t have any mercy and I didn’t regret anything. She deserved that and more. I told the boys to go home.

-HARRY’S P.O.V-

Nothing was going right for me. Everything was going wrong. My life was turning upside down. I was a good person. Why is this happening to me? I didn’t know what to do.

I went upstairs and found a blade. I pulled my sleeve and pushed in the blade on my arm, cutting thin lines covered with blood.

I took a bandage and put it on my cut, hoping nobody would find out what I did to my own skin. That feeling it gave me was unexplainable. It was relief. I forgot my problems. It was a great feeling even though it lasted for a second. I smiled. I felt great. But then I remember what happened. Why couldn’t Louis love me? Then the door bell rang and interrupted my thoughts.

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A/N:

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