"Harry! Harry where are you?" I can hear AJ searching the house for me. I'm in the bathroom, cutting myself. If AJ found out, she'd probably want to clean me up and just help me or whatever. But I don't want help. I want to die. And AJ knows that, that's why she's so worried about me, she thinks I'm just going to kill myself without saying goodbye. I actually might do that....... No... That would be too heartless. I don't want to be known as the manwhore who killed himself without his (one) girlfriend knowing. But it's not like people will remember me as anything but a manwhore. I've continuously tried to change my image, dating less girls, only being friends with most of them, but of course the media makes it seem like I'm dating a new girl every day. Taylor Swift doesn't even get that many rumours about her dating life! She's only publicly dated 8 guys (including me). I have dated a lot of girls, but I have only had sex 2 times. I hear the door unlock and AJ walks in.
"Hazza! My little cupcake! Why-why would you do something like this to yourself?!" She cries.
"I-I.... I can't take all this hate!" I curl up into a ball on the ground and start crying.
"Harry, it's okay. I still love you, my little cupcake!"
"Baby, I don't think I can handle this anymore. I need to die. Just please leave me here to bleed to death." I tell her, crying.
"No! Sweetie, I won't let you do that. I'm not letting you kill yourself. Let's get you clean up." AJ tells me. I have no choice but to go along with her. Maybe I can die later......
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FanfictionI'm just going to write part of the story because I'm terrible at descriptions. "See, Harry," I say, showing him a beautiful picture of the city, "these are reasons to live." "Looks like a perfect place to die to me," Harry says. "Harry, just liste...
