Room 130 (A Harry Styles Fan Fic) **ON HOLD**

Chapter 4

I headed to the library wondering why Harry wanted to meet me. Nobody was really around. I walked in and skimmed looking for him. No sign of him. Out of nowhere I feel arms wrap around me and pull me into the dar corner of the library. "Hey" Harry whispered in my ear. I got tingles and chills as I felt his warm breath meet my skin. "H-H-Hi" I said. I bet I sounded stupid. "So why did you want to meet up?" I asked staring into his hreen eyes. He smiled showing off his adorable dipmles. I stared at them I was just so inlove with dimples I mean who isn't!? "I just, wanted to hang out" I let out a chuckle. I sat down on the ground and he did the same. "So Rose what's your favorite color" I laughed "Are we seriously going to get to know eachother in a library" I asked with a grin on my face. He looked down smiling "Haha I guess you're right" I looked at my watch. Crap I'm late. "Uhh I have to go" I said standing up. "Oh uh ok do you need me to take you home?" He said walking behind me. "No no it's fine really!" I said running outside. "I'm dead" I whispered to myself.

I ran as fast as I could. I finally reached my house. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!" My mom screamed. She was drunk like always "I-" I was cut off by a slap in the face. I felt extreme pain in my face. "YOU AREN'T EATING FOR A WHOLE WEEK GET YOUR PATHETIC SELF UPSTAIRS!" She screamed slapping my other cheek. I lost my balanced and fell back. I felt tears run down my face. "GET UP YOU LAZY ASS" My step dad screamed kicking me right in my stomach. I gasped for air. He pulled me up by my hair. "GET YOURSELF UP" He said throwing me against the stairs. With all my might I ran upstairs and locked myself in a room.

I already had bruises on my stomach and legs. My face was red from the slaps and from me crying. I grabbed my razor from under my pillow. I put it against my wrist I didn't want to live. I slashed my skin ."I don't deserve to be loved" I slashed my skin again "No one likes me" I slashed my skin once more on my wrist "I don't deserve to live"

I was officially in tears. Blood was dripping off my wrist. I have no one, I have nothing. I'm not wanted by anyone. I'm not loved by anyone. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone that vibrated. I checked who it was. Harry.