Short chapter, but important chapter x


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"I'm going to call Liberty, I'll be back"

Grunts of acknowledgment came from the boys as I walked out of the studio and into the unused studio booth.

We were working on new album and it was exhausting . Management had been oh so generous to give us another week here. Which meant I had to call Liberty and tell her the big news.
I dialed her number and pressed the iphone screen to my ear. I eagerly bobbed my knee against the floor in anticipation. After three rings, she answered.

"Hello?" Her voice was quiet. Sad almost.

"Libby, are you okay?"

"Yeah" She sniffled. "I'm fine."

"Well, since you're okay, management decided to keep up here for another week." I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn't see.

"But I miss you" She whined into the phone. My heart cracked a little at the sound of her voice. So broken, so hurt. Why?

"Libby are you sure you're okay? You seem upset" I bit my lip. She was worrying me the past few days. I had texted her the first night she was camping, and she seemed fine. But the night she got back, she didn't.

"Yeah, yeah. Just a bit sick, and I miss you"

I sighed, "I miss you too. I'll be back on Friday. I promise."

She answered with a short 'okay', awkward tension started to build. No one knew what to say. The sound of my name was being called from behind me. I put my hand up in reassurance to whoever was calling my name that I was coming.

"I have to go baby. I'll ring you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay" She croaked. I felt so bad for having to stay here, when it sounded like she needed me with her, at home.

"Bye bye" I whispered, before she said her goodbyes as well and hung up the phone.

I squished my phone into the front pocket of my jeans and turned to walk inside.

LIBERTYS POV

I felt like shit.

My throat was dry and my skin was pale. I sat in the bath tub. The water filling almost the age before I stopped it. I curled by legs in, wrapping my hands around my knees. Tears were brimming at my eyes and I quickly blinked them away. Demanding myself not to cry. Not to cry over those silly little messages that had been still going on. They were getting into my head. smashing down every inch of sanity I had left until I was back to my old ways again. I firmly held the silver blade in my left hand. The voices in my head, urging me on. I tried to fight it off, but it wasn't working. I moved the blade to hover over my wrist. Pressing it firmly into the skin and wincing. Enjoying the pain.


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HARRY'S POV

"Harry, are you alright mate? You look like a zombie" I pressed the glass cup to my lips, letting the cool liquid run down my throat. I shrugged in reply. "She hasn't answered any of my calls for the past four days. She wont answer my texts either" I scratched my neck, paranoia coming on.
"Her phones probably dead, or she's lost it" Zayn said. I laughed half-heartedly, shaking my head in disagreement and looking down the glass in my hands. "She keeps her phone on her everywhere. She never misses a text or call"

"I dunno Haz, she's alright I assure you" Liam patted my back in an attempt to lighten my mood.

I scoffed, "And how do you know that?"

"Because. I just know"

We stood up from the circular lounge. Brushing off the invisible dirt on my jeans and shipping up my jumper. The air was cold and dull. Just like my current emotional state. I followed the other boys out of the studio and over to the car park. There was a car waiting to take us back to our hotel. Good. I just wanted to sleep.

LIBERTYS POV


"Liberty! Wake up!" My body was shaken and I groaned. cracking open my eyes to be met with Josh's. I looked around, I was lying on the bathroom floor. A deep pain shot through my head and back as I tried to sit up.

"Holy shit" I mumbled. Rubbing the back of my head and resting against the bath tub. Josh bent on his knees to look me in the eyes. His deep, blue eyes staring right into my soul.

We stay like this for a few minutes. His hands ever so slowly rising up to the sleeves of my sweatshirt.

He carefully pulled it up, watching in awe as the deep, dark red lines came into view. I heard him gasp quietly. His fingers skimming over the cuts until I winced, pulling my hand back and cowering it into my body, quickly pulling down the jumper sleeve and pushing my body back into the bath tub to gain distance.

"W-why didn't you tell me?" His voice sounded hurt, confused even.

And that's when it happened. I burst into tears. The loud sounds of my sobs were the only thing that could be heard. I couldn't hold it in anymore. It was over. My life was completely and utterly destroyed by these people online. calling me a 'slut' and telling me to 'kill myself' had finally worked. I wanted to die. I wanted to be cut short from life and never return again.

"I'm so sorry" another sob wracked my body.Resulting in Josh sitting pulling me up and into his arms. Encircling me into his tight embrace. It wasn't as good as Harry's, but it would do.

He buried his face into my neck as I cried. Cried for everything thats happened in the past three months. All the twitter hate, the telling everyone and becoming my own person. It was too much to deal with and I couldn't handle it.

"Don't be sorry" He mumbled, squeezing my body once more before letting go and facing me.

"Have you told Harry?"

"No. I don't want him to know"

He nodded in understanding. "So, why are you here?" I asked. I realized it sounded rude. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, I know what you mean." He smiled and I exhaled. "I'm here because you left your sleeping bag in our car. I knocked on the door and waited but you didn't answer. I knew you kept a spare key on top of the door so I used that, I came in and called out your name but you still didn't answer so I went and looked in your room. Then that's where I found you. You were unconscious on the floor and there was blood in the bath tub.." he trailed off, not wanting to finish the last sentence.

"Liberty you need to tell someone about this… why are you doing this to yourself?" He stared down at my covered arms and I distinctively crossed my arms. He must have noticed and looked back up at my face.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asked, splaying a hand across my back and leading me to my bedroom. "No thanks" I said quietly. "I just wanna be alone"

He looked unsure, "I'll be fine. I swear I won't do anything stupid. I just want to sleep"

I curled up into the blankets. Digging my head into the pillow and closing my eyes, hearing the front door slam shut and I was engulfed into silence.

I wanted Harry to come back. I needed to see him. I wanted him.

He promised.

Notes

Hey, sorry this isn't the best chapter, but it's an important chapter because this is when everything starts to happen.

I'm really tired and school is pressuring me because I have four assignments due tomorrow because I'm going away next Thursday and won't be there Monday.

comment, vote and subscribe. Tell us what you think. May or may not be able to update on Sunday so it'll probs be Monday.

Talk to us on Tumblr, and anyone know any good fanfics? I prefer bad boy ones or where Harry bullies the girl because idk bad boy Harry is so hot

Ily all.

- Hanna x

P.S I feel really sick :(( x