My name is Katrina//Niall horan//

15. The day it all started

I woke up to find my head on Niall's chest. his steady heartbeat soothing. I sat up and found a smirk across his face. my phone buzzed so I pulled it out of my pj trouser pocket and saw Niall had tweeted about last night

Had such an amazing night with @just_kat last night hope we can do it again luv ya xxxx

There was a photo attached to the tweet. I opened it to find a picture of me and Niall kissing as the sun set it was a perfect picture. I saved it to my phone and set it as my lock screen. I got up and left Niall in the pillow room since he was still sleeping as he looked like an angel with his cute smirk across his face. I ran upstairs to my room and got into my shower. when I climbed out of my shower I wrapped my towel around my body and walked back into my room to find my phone lit up like a Christmas tree. I walked over and picked up my phone to find hateful words plastered over my phone. I felt the tears filling my eyes as I started to cry. I needed to release my pain some how. Without thinking I walked back into the bathroom rummaging around in the cupboard for something sharp. I couldn't find anything but bath bombs and bath sets. threw my pjs back on and slowly walked downstairs luckily everyone was still asleep. I walked into the craft room and pulled the blade out of the craft knife. I slowly made my way back to my room. I got into my room and walked straight to my bathroom. I stood over my sink staring at my mirror. all the hurtful words from the hateful tweets rushing through my head- ugly, fat, pig- I couldn't take this abuse anymore. I lifted the cold blade and placed it on my arm applying a little pressure only enough to inflict pain. it wasn't enough. I carelessly slid the blade across my wrist. It created a small cut on my arm. I flinched at the pain but I liked it. I did it again, and again, and again. After around 10 minutes my arms were full of hot red cuts bleeding. every drop of blood released a bit of the pain my body was feeling. I walked out of my room and there was a knock at the door " hey Kat can I come it" I knew that voice it was Harry " just a sec" I shouted back he couldn't see what I had done. I rummaged through my drawers and eventually found a baggy long sleeved jumper. I threw the jumper over my head hurriedly as Harry walked in. I turned round a look of worry and guilt on my face as I tugged the arms of the jumper self consciously down my arms
" Is everything okay?" Harry asked " yeah everything's perfectly fine" I say biting my lip and looking away. Harry looked me up and down he knew something was up he started to walk towards my bathroom. I raced in front of him slamming the door before he could get in "Kat open the door and get out of my way" he said sternly as I stood in front if the door. he grunted when I didn't move and pushed me out of the way of the door I tried to fight back but it was no use he was stronger than me. he walked in to find the blood filled sink with the blood stained blade next to it " what have you done?" He cried turning round picking me up and carrying me to my bed. I looked at him and looked at my sleeves as I pulled them down. He took my arm and I winced at the pain. he pushed my sleeves up to find my arm full of cuts. he looked up with tears in his eyes " why did you do this?" He sobbed " I can't take the hate anymore haz I can't do it. I read it everyday it never stops. I can't keep pretending like I'm okay anymore haz. I can't." I said as I looked up into his electric green eyes. he pulled his bracelets of and I saw the scars going up his arm. " I know what it feels like. and so do the boys. we will help you through this. but this" he said pointing to our arms "it's not going to help. I've stopped but my cuts were so deep that they scarred it's why I wear the bracelets to hide my scars. I'm not going to let you do this to yourself." he said grabbing hold of my hands and looking me in the eyes. we were both crying. Harry pulled me into a bone crushing hug. " you will get through this" he whispered to me as I cried into his shirt and fell into a deep sleep.