Say you still love me.

The End.

It had been two years since I came home and a lot has happened during the time. I won't lie, it was hard as hell to get better. Six months after was the worst relapse Id had though.

I'd realized what people were saying about me because I was dating Louis... Stayed in my room ignoring everyone for two days reading hate and I believed them, I didn't deserve Louis. I wasn't pretty enough for him, I was still the emo freak that destroyed everything She touched. The boys had been on tour for two months by then, Gemma was at the Styles home taking care of a sick Anne and... well you know

I slammed the computer shut and stumbled off of the bed, almost tripping over myself from not being able to stand properly. I hadn't ate anything in the past two days and it was starting to take effect. I pulled myself up and made my way to Gemma's room shoving everything out of my way.

The bathroom door slammed behind me making me jump but not slowing down as I practically tore the room apart looking for a razor. Of course she would take all of them with her! I threw the drawer across the small room, it breaking as soon as it smacked against the wall.

Throwing the door open I rushed into the kitchen to look the second best thing, pulling that drawer onto the floor as I had pulled to hard, Silverware scattering everywhere. I dropped to my knees and picked up the sharp metal, before i'd even had time to realize what I was doing I had five cuts across each arm.

I didn't think, I just did.

"Kelly!" A panicked voice shouted from behind me, snapping me out of my daze. It didn't register who's voice it was until he was holding my face in front of his begging for me to drop the knife. "P-Please just let go." His blue eyes started to water as he looked down at my bleeding arms then back to me.

I couldn't move, couldn't speak, I just stared at what I'd done. The thing I'd been trying so hard to run from had come back for me and I'd let it happen. The knife slipped from my hand, but I'd hardly noticed. He looked so utterly upset and I started crying harder than before, choked sobs getting caught in my throat before they could make any sound.

"I'm sorry," I looked down at my mess and clenching my eyes shut hoping that this was all a dream. "I'm sorry." My voice was at a whisper by the time he'd pulled me to his chest, repeating my words over and over again.

"Shhh love." He soothed, running a hand through my hair. "It's gonna be okay." I nodded and clung to Louis with all the strength I had left, not understanding why he was here but not being bothered enough to care.

He'd silently fixed me up before he found my dead phone, and also opened the computer filled with hate which he deleted and then set on the floor, pulling my still sniffling self onto the bed with him. He hugged me to his chest and started humming "Stop Crying Your Heart Out" which slowly became him singing me to sleep.

When you're trying to get better there are always going to be those days when you have to make yourself power through. I failed that day and a few times after that but I was still getting to where I am now. It's been almost a year since the last time I let myself hurt and I'm happy. I am actually happy with myself for the first time in my life, and that is the best feeling I could ever have.

As for news on the others, Zayn got married to a wonderful girl Perrie two months ago and they're doing amazing. Niall's had a steady relationship going with a girl named Shyenne for a year now, He's been looking at wedding rings.

Harry came out as bi a year ago and is now living with his boyfriend Chris.

Liam and Dani broke up for a while and he dated a girl named Sophia but as fate would have it he ended the relationship and is engaged to none other than the one and only Danielle Peazer, Fuck yeah.