Terrible Things [h.s.]

Chapter One

~eight months earlier~

I have been pacing the floor for half an hour.

Looking around, everything is ready. The house is clean, food and drinks are on the table, and there's paper plates and solo cups stacked up on the counter. There's beer in the fridge and vodka in the cabinets.

What could go wrong?

Everything, probably. I mean, that's how it usually is with me.

I looked around again, still pacing. My house is decently sized, with three bedrooms, one bathroom, and a average sized living room and kitchen. Really, it's the walls that set my house apart from most.

The entirety of the walls are painted with black chalk paint. My friends love it, but they don't deal with the consequences of it, like vacuuming often. And waking up to male parts all over the walls. Jeez.
I guess it's worth it though, to make my friends happy. That's really my main focus. I mean, why else would I be having this party at my house? And paying for the food, and supplying alcohol?

My friends are supposed to be here any minute, and I can't figure out why I am so anxious. I love my friends, honestly. It's just been a bad week. For all of us, not just me. I'm just not looking forward to the conversations that could take place tonight if anyone finds out about me.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Alright, get your shit together. I said to myself. Just gotta get a good mindset.

Doing just that, I skipped towards the door.

"Who is it?", I asked in a singsong voice.
"Artemis, if you don't open this fucking door I will beat it down and push you into a trash can."

I recognized Willow's voice immediately. Ah, Willow. What a.. Sweet girl.

I opened the door and she was smirking.
"How many times have I told you, don't fucking call me that." I gave her my best death glare, but inside I was laughing.

I hate my real name, Artemis. For some reason, my mom wanted to name me after the goddess of the moon. I never could get a nickname that I liked out of it, so I just started going by Moon. It suits me well, I think.

Willow pushed passed me, and I noticed the two people behind her. Her boyfriend, Niall, and another boy. Willow had told me that he was Niall's half brother, apparently they were best friends too.
I liked Niall good enough. Well, he was my best guy friend. He's kinda tall, with wavy blonde hair, and he's decently attractive. He and Willow had met through me, and they just began dating a few weeks ago.

"Moon, this is Harry. Harry, Moon," Niall said. Harry was, to say the least.. Attractive. Very. His hair was longish, styled up, and his eyes sparkled bright green. He was tall, and his skin was just perfect. He was dressed in a pair of dark, loose fitting jeans and a plain black shirt. His arms just.. Gah.

After a few moments, I realized I was staring. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Uhm, hey.. Come on in," I said, trying to appear less affected than I really was. His eyes locked into mine. He was almost a whole head taller than me.

"Yeah, okay," he said. His voice. Fuck. Shit. Okay.

He didn't seem to be all that interested in me. He mostly kept to himself, but he and Niall did appear to have a close friendship. They were both hilarious, and I found myself laughing, truly laughing. It's been a long time since I've felt this happy.

More of my friends arrived, although not too many. Our parties were usually about 10 people, what we considered the perfect amount. Willow ate most of the cookies, and Niall and Harry spilled three sodas.. A piece. They were a destructive pair, but I didn't have the heart to call them out on the havoc they were causing. Stains in the carpet, food on the couch, dirt on the floors.. I am going to have a lot of cleaning to do tomorrow.

After a few hours, most of the guests that had come left. Niall and Harry stuck around, as did Willow and Liam.

Liam is another one of my best friends. I knew he had a really huge crush on me, but I didn't let it phase me. I was in no place to be looking for a relationship. I mean, Liam was cute and all. But my head was just scattered.

After me and Zayn broke up, the anxiety started. I had attacks often. It was unbearable most of the time, and I usually ended up hurting myself.

I tried not to self harm, I really did. But sometimes I just deserved it. The pain, the tears, the blood, all mixed together was the perfect distraction from reality, from loneliness, from myself.

I had already had a lot to drink. Usually I don't, but I kinda needed it right now.

"Hey guys, come on, let's dance," I slurred. I plugged in my iPod and turned on the best dance song playlist I could find.

I made my way to the center of the living room, not caring that everyone was staring at me and laughing. I wanted the attention, from Harry especially. "Come on Willow! Let's dance, girl," I yelled.
Willow just shook her head and laughed, but stood up. Her black minidress sparkled. It really highlighted her curves, and I knew Niall liked it too. I saw him checking her out.

Me and Willow danced to the beat of the song, enjoying the alcohol running though our veins. I felt really happy and pretty in my outfit, dark skinny jeans and a low cut yellow tank top. My dark hair bounced around my head as I danced wildly. Fuck, this is probably really embarrassing. Fuck.

I turned my body in circles and made eye contact with Harry every time I faced him. He didn't look like he was having fun anymore. Just then, I realized that he hadn't had anything to drink. Stupidly, I stopped spinning and, losing my balance, fell down on my face. Niall and Liam both burst into laughter, and Willow noticed me and stopped dancing so that she could laugh as well. Harry just sat there, and I saw something strange in his face at that moment. He looked almost sad.

I lifted my arm towards him. He stood, making his way towards me in two long strides. He grabbed my hand, immediately enveloping it in warmth, and pulled me to my feet.

"Thanks," I slurred. "That was nice of you, are you having fun, because if not I can leave. I mean, you can," I laughed at my silly mistake. "I'm not leaving, this is my house," I grinned up at Harry. He smiled, just a little, and shook his head.

"I'm having an okay time. Even if I wasn't, I wouldn't leave."

"Why not?" I asked.

A flicker of emotion covered his face, but he covered it up just as quickly as it came. "Nothing, don't worry about it," he said quietly. Fuck, his voice was sexy.

"Okay, fine then," I stuck my tongue out at him and he giggled. How cute. I wanted to hear him do that again, I like it better than his usual scowl. I threw my arms up in the air and danced, spinning and singing. It was fun, and he seemed amused with me.

"Come on silly, I think you need to go to bed." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards my bedroom. A sharp pain shot up my arm.

"Fuck, stop!" I yelled. "God, that hurt, you fucker." Harry looks at me confused. Shit, I shouldn't have done that. Nobody is supposed to know.

"Moon..?" Harry looked concerned. I could swear I saw tears in his eyes, but he blinked them away.

"Uhm, it's nothing, okay? Don't.. Don't worry about it." I yanked my arm away from him and took off towards my room. As soon as I got inside, I locked it and sat down in front of the door.

Fuck, this isn't going to go over well.

Authors Note
Yay so yeah xD this shits gonna get real dark real fast so just beware
I'll be updating tomorrow c:
P.s. You're pretty and I like your shoes