First Cut Is The Deepest (One Direction - mainly Harry Styles)

First cut is the deepest.

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Prolouge:

Your POV.

I felt the anger running through my veins and tried to keep calm. For the past two months, Harry had been coming home from work angry and stressy. The first couple weeks it was easy to take; the snide remarks and the simple sarcastic words would turn into little arguments, nothing major. However three weeks in, I was beginning to get annoyed with it. Even speaking to Louis said that he was finding Harry hard to deal with, according to Louis, he rarely laughed at their jokes. Soon enough, the little arguments turned to big ones and we would find ourselves screaming at each other till two o clock in the morning, when one of us would just leave or till we could no longer shout and after half hour of silence, one of us would leave anyway. And that was where we was now, in a huge argument.

Harry threw the vase at me and it hit the wall behind me, narrowly missing my head. I grabbed the closest thing to me which happened to be a cushion and threw it back.

"You little whore. I know that you're seeing men behind my back"

"Me? You're the one that has girls throwing themselves at you EVERYDAY"

"YES! Don't you see that you have life so easy? I buy you everything you could ever want! And what do I get back? Utter shit!"

"My life? Easy?" I was actually gobsmacked. "I get hate every single day and don't ever say anything cause I know the fans are very important to you!" I screamed at him.

"Oh, just fuck off to Louis' and moan about me being annoying again why don't you? It's clear that you like them more than you like me!"

"Oh shutup you little jerk of a manwhore" the words were out before I could stop them. I hadn't even meant them. Harry froze in front of me, about to grab the remote and probably lob it at the wall. I knew that he hated it when people called him a manwhore, to him it was the one of the biggest insults anyone could ever call him.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything to break the silence. Sorry, might have been a good word. But Harry beat me to it.

"You're a big fat slut. And I hate you" He didn't shout the words or whisper them. He said them in a cold controlled voice. Which made the words sound worse than what they were. But they were my biggest insecurities and he knew it. I blinked back the tears, but they started to stream down my face anyway. He walked out the door, slamming it, which made a picture on the wall fall down. And that was it, something clicked in my head. Before I knew what was happening, I was running up the stairs, crying, screaming. It was all the same thing. When I reached the bathroom, I opened Harrys cabinet and

went straight to the back, where I knew the razors would be. And without hesitation, I grabbed the razor and cut my left wrist. Probably a little deep. And before I could sit down, everything went black.