#IMAGINE; you and Harry are fighting, again. Its the 5th time in 2 days. "I hate you! I don't know why i ever thought you were pretty!" Harry screams at you with his powerful and angry voice. You start to cry a bit, but you actually don't want to leave the house. You live with him and the rest of the boys, so you just run up in your room, and starts to cry into your pillow. Harry's words are still in your head. "Maybe im just not pretty.." you think, before opening the drawer in your night-table. There lay a little knife, you have there for security. You take it up, and pulls your sleeve up. You look at your wrist, and then you cut. You look at the blood, there is coming and you don't see that Niall is coming in. "Andrea!" he says, and run over to you. "Omg.. what did you do to your self?" he asks, and lift your face up, so you can get eye contact. "H-Harry told me i wasn't pretty.. That he hated me.." you cry to him, and then cover your cut with your sleeve. Niall looks at you, "he was angry.." Niall says gently to you, "Harry loves you more than everything.." he says, before lifting you up in his arms and carries you into the living room. All the boys sit in the couch, and they are all silent. Harry looks at you, "Andrea!" he says, and then gets up from the coutch and run over to you. Niall sit you down, and walks over to the other boys. Harry sees your cut, and then he looks at you. "don't ever do that again" he says, and then he kisses you.
-i almost cried while writing this. And even if i just read it, im almost crying.
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