He saved me (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Demi's POV

When I was done singing, somebody cleared their throat.

I turned around and my eyes widened in shock.

Harry was standing at the door.

I suddenly felt nervous. What if he filmed me? What if he shows it to everybody and they all laugh at me? I don't want to get bullied again. He's probably gonna tell me that I suck.

"Hey.. Uh.. sorry I didn't know someone was in here" I said while putting my papers in my bag like this I can leave. I'm trying to avoid the insults.

"It's fine" he said still staring at me

It was suddenly awkward. Why was he staring at me? Was I that ugly?

"I should probably go now" I said trying to escape this awkward situation.

While I was attempting to leave the room, Harry just stood in front of me. great. Here comes the insults.

"So you sing huh?" he said smirking at me

I felt like replying with a sarcastic remark but I just felt like leaving so instead I said

"Well yeah... but I'm not in the mood for you to judge me and say I suck so you better shut up"

He looked kinda shocked with my attitude but quickly recovered.

"Well I didn't say that you suck you're actually pretty good"

Now it was awkward.

"Kay thanks bye" I said while pushing him out of my way and fleeing the room as fast as I can. I hope he doesn't try and catch up.

I hurried to my car and drove home.

I hope he didn't film me singing..... oh god

*the next day*

*Still Demi's POV*

Well, it's the moment of truth. This morning, I will find out if Harry filmed me singing. I certainly hope he didn't. I don't like it when people know my secrets. Singing is my little secret and I would like to keep it that way. It's not that I think I suck because I actually think I'm pretty good. Sure, I need improvement but I'm better than a lot. The problem is that I only sang in public when... well when my dad was still alive. He is the one who encouraged me to sing. He made me feel so confident. everywhere we would go, my dad would start taping is hands and I would sing. We were a team. With him around, I was able to sing in public. He would tell everybody, even strangers, that his daughter was the best singer in town. It would make me laugh that he seemed to care more about my singing than me. But then one day, everything changed. My father had passed. Colour and music left my life with him. Nothing was the same anymore. Everything seemed so dull without him. My mom would try and fill the gap in my heart but it never worked. After a while, I made her believe that I was better, that I moved on. Truth is, I still cry at night thinking about my dad. My life is still without colour. My life is still dull. All to say that the reason that I don't sing in public is because I just feel guilty doing it without my dad.

I'm about to say something so stupid but sometimes i just want to know how he felt when he was dying. How much it hurt. So that's why I started cutting. By doing that, it made me feel what he felt. I guess it just turned into a habit and now I do it every time I get hurt emotionally.

Shit, I didn't even notice that I started crying. Right now, I'm parked in the school parking lot sitting in my car. I can't get out looking like this. I sat there for a couple more seconds just relaxing. I took one last breath and got out of my car walking slowly towards the school entrance.

This is it. Either I walk in that school and everybody laughs at me or I walk in and everybody ignores me like usual. I want the second option.

I opened the school doors and thankfully, everybody just ignored me.

Thank god!

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