Can you fix me? (One Direction Self Harm Story)

Chapter 2

Zayn's POV:

Today I went to starbucks and I ran into the most breathtaking girl. She was gorgeous. Luckily, I got her number. I walked home, and I must've had a huge smile on my face because when I walked in the door Harry said "What's that smile for, Zayn?" "I got this girls number. She was stunning." I reply. "Ohhh, good for you mate! When are you gonna bring her over to meet us?" he asks. "I only met her today! I don't want to bring her here just yet....you might scare her away!" I say. "Well, I think you should text her and invite her over tonight for a movie night." he says. "Hmm...maybe I will." I reply. "Great! I'll tell the boys." Harry says while getting up to tell them. I decided to text Samantha.

To: Samantha

From: Zayn

Hey, it's Zayn. Um, I wanted to see if you'd like to have a movie night tonight? It'll give you a chance to meet the guys.

To: Zayn

From: Samantha

The guys?

To: Samantha

From: Zayn

Yeah, I live with my four best mates. :)

To: Zayn

From: Samantha

Oh, cool! Yeah, that sounds like great fun. What time should I come over?

To: Samantha

From Zayn:

Um, 7:30?

To: Zayn

From: Samantha

Perfect! See you soon. :)

I smiled. I think I might have feelings for this girl....

Samantha's POV:

AHHHH! Did he seriously just ask me to come over? I'm actually kind of excited. It's 5:30 now so I have a while until I need to go over. I decided to call Jasmine.

( J: Jasmine S: Samantha)

S: Hey, Jas!

J: Hey, what's up?

S: Zayn invited me over for a movie night tonight.

J: You mean brown eyes? I told you something would happen.

S: We're just friends.

J: I think he likes you.

S: No he doesnt.

J: Whatever you say. Well, have fun tonight! Let me know if anything happens.

S: I will, bye!

J: Bye!

And with that I hung up. Could he really like me? Samantha, stop. You only just met, and besides you're fat and worthless. Why would he like you? My eyes start to water. Did he really just feel bad for me? I go into my bathrooom and look in the mirror.

Fat.

Ugly.

Worthless.

Slut.

Disgusting.

I grab my little box from under my cabinet. I call it my release box. It has a few blades, bandages, and disinfectant spray. I take a blade, and roll up my sleeves. My wrists were covered in cuts and scars. Some new, some old. I put the blade to my wrist....