okay so before i start this chapter I'm considering stopping this story, ide love your opinions on that. just please don't give me hate let me know in the comments or feel free to in box me. just give me opinions. saying that this chapter may be upsetting to some readers and i do not mean to offend so sorry if i do. if you do not like upsetting scenes i suggest you do not read this chapter anyway enjoy and let me know love elle xx
Tegan's pov
i just stood there and stared at him and London i had no words. my eyes were full of tears theyd be red and puffy. I dropped the tea and cake on the floor and just cried. I should have known something like this would happen. Harry looked up to me but he couldn't even bring himself to look me in the eyes. I just wanted to go slap London but i don't animal abuse.
"Te-Tegan I'm so so-sorr-y" he murmured.
"how could you?" i cried before running out of the room, why should i listen en to him think of an shitty excuse. No i shouldn't, I've had enough of being hurt in this world. i just don't belong. i made a run for the bathroom.
this was time to go, my time to say goodbye, yes i had Niall but it wasn't going to be enough. i needed harry and he just wasn't there.
i locked the door behind me letting out an deep painful breath. hopefully one of my last.
i crawled to the sink pulling out a razor. looking straight into the mirror. make up all down my tear stained face. evidence of crying. I began to slice feeling a feeling of pleasure of pain and burning.
I had been clean for almost three months now because of Harry, now it was the opposite he was the reason, yes I know it sounds to dramatic but honestly what was the point i have no one. me and vic barley talk anymore and my parents are gone.
harry has London, but shes a fucking bitch. at least when i was my makeup off i still have my eyebrows on.
i was so busy deep in happy thought of never having to breath again i didn't realize the dark sticky blood tracing down my aching arm and dripping into the white sink making it full with my blood. a sight i shouldn't be used to but am.
i opened up the double mirror grabbing out a bottle of paracetamol and an empty cup before filling it up with cold water and sliding the first of many down my throat.
Nialls pov
I woke up to smashing pots crashing against the hard kitchen floor and raced to see what was happening to my disappointment Harry was sprawled across the cold dirty floor with a bottle of vodka in each hand. his for head sweating causing his soft brown curls to his head. what had happened? he never drimks unless...
oh no he hasn't he has cheated. FUCK HARRY i didn't bother to ask if he was okay i just ripped to bottles out of his hands and emptied them down the sink.
''why Harry fucking why'' i raged anger laced in my deep sleep filled voice
'' i don't know London just attacked me as soon as she walked in and c'mmon she is super hot dude but i would never cheat you know that''he whimpered ''shes never gonna forgive me is she'' tears lining his now blood shot eyes
''well where is she'' my heart pounding a thousand times faster than the average, i was the only one who knew about her suicidal ways and if we didn't stop her quick she'd be gone.
''locked her self in the bathroom'' i could tell He was starting to panic his eyes were turning a deep shade of emerald green
i had no time to think of anything else i couldn't my best friend could have done something stupid and i didn't know... wow that hurt.
i ran to the bathroom along side Harry as Louis entered the house we shouted him upstairs our voices breaking from the panic.
we eventually managed to break to heavy wooden door down the a soft fragile body laying in a pile of her own deep blood. fresh wounds on her arms and legs and an empty bottle of pills lay there beside my once best friend
