Concealer- A Harry Styles Fanfic.

Concealer: Chapter 17.

Aloha wattpaderinos! X

Now this chapter has stuff that might make you uneasy (just warning you)

If you have any conditions mentioned in this chapter. E.g anxiety, post traumatic stress, depression, feel free to ask me for advice 'cause I've been through all of that too!

Sorry for my slow uploads. I feel like I've been saying that a lot lately :/

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Zoella's POV

I gasped as the sight unfolded before my eyes.

Even Harry seemed taken aback. Brian held the knife between his two hands. Anyone could tell that was wasn't bluffing.

"whoa man.." Harry trailed off.

"don't you 'whoa man' me!" Brian exclaimed. "mr boyband, well you've got it all haven't you!? HAVENT YOU!?"

I felt adrenaline viciously pumping through me.

"you think it's all about you.. You think everyone loves you. WELL GUESS WHAT!?" Brian yelled, moving closer to Harry. "not everyone does."

Then, with one swift move, he turned the knife so that it was facing him, he plunged it deep into his chest.

I gasped as harry pulled me away from the sight of Brian squirming and coughing up blood.

I held my hands in my head. It was surreal. I felt so shaken up. Let me just put it this way. When you see a man stab himself.. You dont forget it..

Two people had died in the most brutal ways possible in the period of less than a month..

"Zoella. I just called the police. It'll be okay." Harrys voice interrupted my thoughts.

This pissed me off. It was probably just my post traumatic stress kicking in but I didn't act in the most grateful way..

"NO! EVERYTHING IS NOT GOING TO BE OKAY!" I screamed. "NOTHING IS EVER GOING TO BE OKAY AGAIN, UNDERSTAND. NEVER AGAIN."

"zo-"

"NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN. I DONT WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE EVER AGAIN!"

And with that, I stormed out. I didn't know where I was going, and to be a hundred percent honest, I couldn't five two shits.

All I knew was, I wanted to die.

I walked until I came to an abandoned workhouse from the Victorian Era.

My breath hitched in my throat as I saw the ivy growing over the grey, grim walls. It was something you see in a film or read about in a book.

I decided to go inside. I walked up to the heavy, bolted, wooden doors, my feet crunching on the moist gravel.

I placed my hand on the cold, elaborate door handle and gave it a shove. It didn't budge. I shoved it again and thrust my hip into it. With a creak, it opened. My nostrils were overwhelmed with the distinct smell of..well..old..

It was stuffy but I continued walking.

"Lord this place is huge." I whispered to myself.

Suddenly, I felt really dizzy and I fell to my knees, screaming. The room was spinning but I saw silhouettes of women and children working, children sitting on the six meter long benches eating gruel. Matron's whipping anyone who dared step out of line. I could see silhouettes of The Ten Commandments On The Wall.