I had woken up the next morning to the loud screams of people shouting, and loud thumps on the floor. I swung my legs over the bed, standing up and stretching. I shrunk my arms further into the sweatshirt I was wearing, it smelt like Harry. It smelt good.


I opened the door of the guest bedroom, aimlessly wondering down the hallways and admiring the wonder shade of boring they had chosen for their wall colour.


'That's not fair! You cheated!' I turned to walk into the living room, addressing the situation in front of me. All four sets of eyes landed on me, and I suddenly became self conscious of what I looked like and instantly folded my arms in front of me, covering my chest.


'What's going on?' I yawned and leant on the wall beside me.


'Zayn's being a dick and cheating in our game of bowling' Louis huffed and sat on the couch.


'I'm not cheating! how do you even cheat in bowling?!?'


Louis refused to look at Zayn and instead stared at the wall next to my head, 'I don't know but you did'


'Guys will you shut up!' Harry whined, appearing from the kitchen.


'Morning' he grinned and I smiled, bending down to fix the ends of the sweatpants I had borrowed, as they were too long for me.


Harry retreated back into the kitchen while I went and sat down next to Louis, who was strangely smirking at me, 'Y'know, you're the first girl he's ever let wear his clothes; the boy is a clean freak when it comes to sharing stuff'


I blushed under the boys gazes and looked at my feet.


'We'll need to talk about what will happen when we go on tour and stuff, and people are going to wanna know why we're bringing a fourteen year old on our tour bus' Niall muttered and draped his legs across the couch.


'I don't wanna know what will happen when we tell everyone,' I sighed. I was genuinely happy that I was going on tour with these boys, but i was not ready for the death threats and snarky comments from every girl in the nation.


Ever since I can remember, I was always the sensitive one. I had moved schools twice in the last two years because I felt as if I didn't fit in. I was bullied and traumatised for nothing. So that's when I changed. By the age of thirteen I had fallen into deep depression, self harming and telling myself I was worthless and better off dead was a routine. Everyday I would stand in front of the bathroom mirror and scowl at myself, deep dark thoughts had kept me up at night, voices in my head telling me to just end it.


I would look like normal, happy thirteen year old on the outside, but voices in my head were taunting me, daring me to do something remarkably stupid and commit suicide. I had shut everyone off, isolated myself from the world. School was the last thing on my mind so I didn't bother to attend. Long trips to the bathroom were the only reason I left my bedroom, and I'll tell you now, those trips to the bathroom are going to haunt me forever.


I had finally stopped beating myself up, and I managed to force myself to not cut. All sharp things had been removed from my apartment. Instead of shaving my legs with a razor, I threw them out and ever since I would go and get them waxed, so I wouldn't be tempted again.


Everything sharp in my household was thrown away, and I had finally started to see the light at the end of the tunnel.


'Are you okay Liberty?' Liams voice snatched me out of my trance and I turned to see their faces. Worried looks were plastered onto their faces and I had no idea what was going on.


'Yeah…yeah' I smiled and shifted my gaze to the TV, which had no been switched to Foxtel (or cable in American terms) and was now running an episode of 'The Simpsons'.


Harry had reappeared and into the living room and taking a seat on the couch next to me, 'We'll have to go get you're clothes today, and I've organised something special after'


A chorus of 'Ooo's' came from the boys, 'Get it Styles!' I giggled as Harry gave them all a glare and they chuckled.


I nodded and stood up, 'When shall we leave?'


He pulled his phone out from his pocket and looked at the time, 'In about ten minutes?'


I nod once again before leaving the boys and making me way back down to the guest bedroom, collecting all my belongings that I would need like my phone, shoes and sunglasses before heading out again and walking to the kitchen.


'Um we'll get some breakfast on the way to your house' Harry said before pulling the white t-shirt that adorned his chest over his head, my eyes widened and my cheeks turned a definite shade of scarlet. He moved over to the laundry which was in a room next to the fridge, a door leading into it.


I took my time in admiring his back muscles, dear God. I was going to be in a relationship with an extremely attractive boy band member that girls around the world would probably cut off a limb to even meet let alone be in relationship with.


I hoisted myself up onto the kitchen counter, watching as Harry turned around and almost falling over and onto the ground at the sight of his tummy. Small, pointless tattoos were encrypted into his arms but they suited him, his lean, toned chest was staring me in the face and I wanted to touch it. That sounded so darn creepy but it was true.


I frowned when he pulled a black v-neck shirt over his head which looked exactly like the white one he had on. Why bother even to change shirts?! Oh well, it was used to my advantage. His prominent collarbones sticking out from the top of his shirt, a necklace hang loosely over his collar bones. My goodness. I have to stop thinking and staring at him or I was sure I was going to pass out.


'Let's go' He said, walking out of the kitchen with me trailing behind him, I felt really ugly compared to him, this greek like god standing in front of me while I look as if I've just rolled out of bed. literally.


'Bye lads!' He called over his shoulder, the soft noise of the other boys voices were the only things that I heard.


We walked out of the apartment complex and over to where the boys cars were parked, swinging the door open to the black Range Rover and hoping in. bobbing my knee up and down in anticipation as the thought of going home had finally sunk in. I was going home. Back to my safe haven, only to empty out my wardrobe and take all the essentials I would need to go on tour and live with them.


I was still stressed about the whole thing, what was I going to do with my house? I couldn't just leave it there, and what about my parents? Should I even bother to tell them I'm leaving the country and flying all across the world?


I had made up my mind, I wasn't going to tell either of them, they'll eventually find out.


The awkward tension had built up in the car, the only thing keeping me from loosing my sanity was the soft tapping of Harry's fingertips against the steering wheel, drumming along to a non-existent beat, 'Where do I turn?' He asked, keeping his eyes on the road.


'Take a left here, then a right there' I said as I pointed in the direction of my apartment building which was coming into view, The tall, white coloured building hadn't changed from when I was here two days ago, the apartment rent was the only thing that told me my parents were still alive, and they would send me money every weekend to survive during the week.


School and work had been another topic clogging my mind, I would have to basically drop out of High School and quit work so I could be together with Harry. That's what terrified me the most. I was going to go through a whole year without going to school and not learning anything, I wouldn't be able to get paid as I'd have to quit my job, I'd be in debt with the whole apartment thing and I'd have no social contact with my friends whatsoever.


We had finally arrived at the apartment complex, my palms instantly sweating at the thought of Harry seeing were I lived and what type of people I lived around. I was scared to death because the girl I live next door to has a daughter who has an obsession with One Direction and just so happens to want to kidnap Harry and marry him. I'd heard it for myself one night a few weeks ago, I was sitting on the lounge watching TV when I heard various amounts of squealing and swooning from the other side of the door. Their music was on full blast and all I could here was - "OH HARRY YOU SEX SYMBOL, WHAT I WOULD DO TO BANG YOU" and now that I actually think about it, it was funny, seeing as though I'd be the one to bang him.


We walked over and into the lobby, greeting the doorman and turning to move into an elevator. Pressing the button and table his foot on the ground, Harry stared aimlessly at the numbers against the wall, watching the elevator symbol move down…down…down until it had finally opened to accommodate us.



And just my luck, standing there in her four foot glory, was none other than the little bitch herself. sporting her One Direction t-shirt that had 'I HEART HARRY STYLES' etched onto the front of it. When she spotted us, her face turned purple and I glanced at Harry, who looked like he was going to make a run for it.


'HARRY STYLES?!?!'

Notes

HEEEEYYY I'm so sorry about the wait! the website legit crashed when I was going to upload it and I CRIED I put so much effort in this chapter and I was PISSED

Anyways, Self harm and mental disorders are serious subjects. I haven't ever experienced any of that myself, but some of my friends have mental disorders and have actually been amitted into Mental Hospital (I visit them everyday and am actually best friends with her), my friend has also self harmed and I helped her every step of the way, she's better now, and she's stopped harming herself. If you know anyone that self harms or suffers from sucidal thoughts, I recommend you tell someone and talk to them about it.

ANYWAYS, I'LL TRY TO UPDATE PROBS THURSDAY [AUSSIE TIME]

STAY FAB xx