Your Reason~Harry Styles/1D Fanfiction

For One More Day..

I'll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Twenty-Six

March 7th, 2011

For One More Day...

---Harry's Point of View-

Everyone seemed to want me gone, so maybe I should do them all a favour.

---An Hour Earlier

"Hi, mum."

I greeted her over the phone as I shuffled into Lou and I's new flat. I kicked off my shoes and set them to the side so that when he came in, he wouldn't trip. I had no idea where he could be now, I only just talked to him round an hour or two ago.

"Well, did you get your girl back?" Mum nearly shouted through the phone. I laughed at her anticipation for a second but then came back to reality as I walked over to the kitchen to find something to eat.

"Let's just say it's been a crazy day," I informed her as I settled for an apple and collapsed right onto the couch.

We talked for a half an hour more until she said she felt tired and was going to drift off to sleep. I told her about my day, but decided to keep how I pretended to be a foreign exchange student to myself. I did tell her about losing my coat and phone which I now had, thankfully.

Wait a second, where was my phone?

Choosing not to worry and that it was definitely in my coat pocket where I had left it, I laid back and relaxed for the first time today. I unlocked my phone screen and smiled at my lock screen. A picture I snapped of Evie and I the first time I took her out.

Sighing, I went to Twitter to check out what was going on. For some odd reason, it signed me out of my account. Bringing my eyebrows closer together in confusion, I signed myself back into the site and went to go look at my mentions. Maybe I'll answer some fans since it's kind of a lazy night. I clicked the interactions symbol and scrolled through, feeling my heart sink with every new tweet and fall right into the pit of my stomach.

They all despised me. And not just the usual fifty or so messages of hate, they were all purely hatred. Not a single fan message; or certainly none that I could see. I blinked in shock as my eyes wandered to every new tweet popping up about a fraction of a second. None of this made sense, I only would receive this much hate when something big happened. Actually, I've never gotten these many messages ever since I started and ended my relationship with Caroline Flack. I shuddered at the memory, I still dreaded every decision I made months ago. I just can't believe the feeling of regret has stayed with me this long.

After I scrolled through the majority of my mentions, I felt fragile like I was going to break. I refused to cry though but I was just about to. Why did they all hate me? Had I done something? I hadn't tweeted anything in at least four days, and I usually didn't get this much attention unless I've tweeted something recently. Hmm.

I clicked the profile tab to see what my last tweet was and to my surprise, it was not something that I had ever remembered writing.

Someone had definitely hacked me and as I read through the hurtful tweets, the tears threatened to roll down my cheeks.

"Don't listen to @DerekHarp1 I was the one who had my way with @evielli and I will take pride in that for her being a little bitch."

"Sorry to all my fans but she got what was coming to her."

None of this made any sense but sure my four million followers all believed it. I just couldn't think who would be able to hack into my account and know about the whole situation. I had that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and I could almost feel my soul breaking with every heart wrenching word that was sent to me.

They all wanted me to die. Nothing was going right anymore, like I finally thought it was. The whole world thought I had hurt the one person I really thought could be the one. Suddenly, it felt like the world was falling apart all around me. One Direction hadn't even come out with our first album yet and already people were bashing us. Maybe it would be best for the band if I did leave. Permanently.

March 8th, 2011

---Louis' Point of View-

After spending the whole night at Zayn's new house, I decided I should man up and go home. Not like I would be alone there either since I lived with Harry, but I really should just be on my own for a while. I sighed as I pulled my car up to the flat and shoved the keys into the lock to open the door. As I first stepped in, I immediately tripped over Harry's gigantic shoes, pushing against the wall to support my almost fall. God, the idiot could at least move them slightly out of the way.

I looked up and saw a passed out curly-haired boy sprawled all over the couch. His phone was lying on his stomach and moved up and down with his breathing. I shook my head, he was probably so tired that he couldn't even make it to the bed. My eyes drifted over next to him and there was a mess of used tissues covering the carpet. Oh crap, hopefully he wasn't getting sick since we have massive work to do in the studio soon.

I walked over to him to clean up some of the mess so that I could actually see the floor. This was odd since Harry was usually one to pick up after himself and I was the one who just left crap sitting about left and right. But I had to clean this up, his boogers were probably splattered all over the new carpeting which was just nasty. I laughed at my own thought as I proceeded to disinfect the area.

I was just about done cleaning up everything, when I noticed a little white something peeking out from under the couch. The hell? I bent down and poked my head a tad bit under it and extended my arm out to retrieve it. It was definitely paper, felt just like it. Once I fished it out, I saw that it was all crumpled up and ripped in a few places. Probably garbage from either previous owners that we forgot to pick up or God knows what.

I was about to toss it into the trash when I noticed black writing on it. And not just any black writing, I knew just who the owner of that penmanship was. It was Harry's. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I unfolded the paper and flattened out the creases.

"To Evie 1/9"

One out of nine? What was that supposed to mean? Nine what? Oh, wait maybe there were more messages underneath the couch? I decided to crouch down and find out and sure enough, there were. The whole bottom of the couch was filled with separate papers. How many things had he possibly written last night? I shuffled through all ten of them until I found one addressed to me.

Should I read it? I glanced back over at Harry, he was still out like a light. It couldn't hurt, after all he did write it to me. Why? I have no idea, I never pinned him as the pen-pal type but maybe there was a few select things I didn't know about him.

I strolled over to the futon chair next to the couch and plopped myself down as I tore open the envelope, unfolded the paper and started reading. As soon as my eyes made contact with the written words, shocked wasn't even the right word to describe my feelings. This wasn't just any note.

This was a suicide note.

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Yup. Sorry if the format is weird I typed this on my iPod because my mum took my computer. Hope you enjoyed anyway, this was a short one. Also starting next chapter I will be writing all of the letters Harry wrote to ten people. Wait and see to find out what and who! Much drama to come xxx