Suicidal (Harry Styles)

Diana's POV: I went home, assuming Harry'd be there too. But when I walked in the kitchen, I wasn't expecting Harry to be standing on a stool, with a rope around his neck. When his gaze met mine, his eyes were so cold, and the smile that usually made his way onto his lips when he saw me was nothing but a face full of sorrow, it made me shiver. I felt tears forming in my eyes, he couldn't do that, we had already gone through this... "Harry, you promised me..." I felt a tear stream down my face, and I couldn't help but let it roll down my cheek. He didn't answer. Only cold eyes looking in the hollow. More tears were spilling down my face, and he noticed them, because he said: "Diana, why are you crying? You don't even care!" I couldn't answer. I was crying too much. Harry, MY Harry was about to kill himself thinking I didn't love him. Even if I was able to talk, I don't know what I would have said, because saying it's not true and that I DO love him wouldn't change a thing. "I'm leaving, and guess what? I don't care. I'm actually happy to leave, nobody will be missing me anyway. So now, you can either stay, or go, but I won't be here for much longer." His deap voice was now threatening. "Harry, millions of girls care! Those girls spend their life hoping to meet you, to get a picture, a kiss, or a hug. Even if they don't know you personally, they would care if you left! And if you love your fans as much as you told me you do, then you should stay because they need you as much as I do! The love you have for them and the boys should be enough to keep you with us, Harry. Because that love is worth all the love in the world, you can't even imagine. Now if you want to go, fine, but I'm not sure you'd like to know that because of you millions of girls commited suicide. Your choice." He was left speechless at my words, so was I. His dark green eyes were locked on mine, and you could see, something that might have looked like a spark of hope.