Secrets (l.s)

CHAPTER 9 ~ INTERVIEWS

AN/
I'm trying to figure out the pov stuff. Again, i'm not a writer so i have like first person for a few chapters then third person so i'm sorry if it's confusing you once i figure it out I will go back and fix all my mistakes but yeah haha, enjoy!

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Harry Styles

"Lou get out of bed we have to go to an interview before the show today." Liam yells from the bathroom.

Louis lifts his head from the pillow and groans. "Liam I don't want toooooo."

"Too bad Lou get up."

"Fine." Louis grumpily says while standing up.

I strut into the room with a sad look on my face.

"Haz you okay?" Louis asks.

No I wasn't okay. I was tired of the same routine. I just wanted a break.

"Fine." I lie while grabbing my phone from my charger.

"You sure?" Liam asks while walking into the room.

"Yes guys I'm fucking fine my god." I say storming into the other room. Why can't they leave me alone? It's not like they care anyways.

"What is his problem? He doesn't have to be so god damn rude." Liam asks Louis.

"Just ignore him Payno." Louis says rolling his eyes.

I walk into the bathroom after hearing what they said. I shut the door behind me and slide down against the door.

"Why does no one like me. I'm just a burden to everyone" I mutters to myself while tears were spilling out of my eyes.

I walk over to his wash bag and takes out my blade like a daily routine.

I slides down the wall with no hope left. I just wanted to die. The blade in my hand seemed to work itself. It dragged across my skin as simple as writing your name on a piece of paper.

"One for being useless"

"Another one for being ugly"

"One for being fat"

"One for being a burden"

"One for thinking anyone could actually like you"

"And one more because you deserve it"

After I sit there for a few moments thinking about how I don't deserve this wonderful life, I hear a few knocks on the bathroom door.

"Hey bebz we are leaving soon you okay in there?" I hear Zayn say from the other side.

I don't deserve Zayn. I don't deserve all the kindness he shows me.

I clear my throat, "Yeah, yeah ehm yeah I'm okay I'll be out in a second."

"Okay honey" Zayn responds.

Sometimes Zayn acts like a full on mom in our group. Especially to me. He may seem like the mysterious bad boy but he really isn't. He is one of the sweetest and most mature people I have ever met.

I slowly stand up wiping the tears from my eyes and taking a deep breath in. I just need to get through this one interview today and concert.

I rinse my arm off and clean it up and roll my sleeve back down. I look at myself in the mirror. God was I a mess. My eyes were all puffy and red and I looked so exhausted.

I turn the water back on and splash some on my face to let it calm down. After drying it I take one last look in the mirror. I hate what I see. I sigh and look away while turning off the lights.