Chapter 10

~~a week later~~

Harry's POV

We have a photo-shoot today, I can't say I'm excited, but, at least I can get out of the hotel for a while. We've been staying at a hotel for a week now, and it's been raining almost the whole entire time, we haven't been able to go outside and I hate it, I don't know how much more of Niall I can take, another fact about Niall is that when he is bored he will do anything to get attention, whether it be, saying your name over and over while poking you, starting fights, or just walking up and down the hall way yelling random things, he'll do anything to entertain himself. Other than being stuck with Niall, Louis is being an absolute idiot, he must think I'm mad at him or something, he doesn't know about all the problems I have at the moment...if he did I'd hope he'd be more understanding. He's been quite rude and the other day he shoved me as he walked past, I try not to let it bother me, but how can I? The person I love doesn't love me back, and he's making things worse...he made fun of me the other day, I know he does it all the time, all the boys tease me, but this time was different, it was something he knows I don't like to be teased about and he kept on doing it, I think he knew he'd gone too far when he saw tears in my eyes, he looked sorry but didn't say it.

I really don't want to go to that photo- shoot, part of the reason they choose the clothes we wear, and if there's anything with short sleeves I won't wear it.

I'd been lying on my bed for quite sometime now, I want some time along, but mostly I'm trying to avoid Louis...let's just say he's not in the greatest mood right now.

I still wonder what Louis, or any of the boys, would say if they knew I was cutting myself...there's no way I'll tell Louis now...I was afraid I'd almost got caught last a few days ago, we were at a signing (yes I showed up) so we were all sitting there, I was seated next to Niall, thankfully, only because he doesn't pay attention, so I was hoping he wouldn't notice that I had a sweater on again. But anyways, so I'm siting there signing this group of girls posters and

T-shirts, when one of them asked me why I had long sleeves on. I said I liked the shirt, but she wouldn't stop asking. Then she said "Can I see your wrist?" I was shocked, actually... How would she know what was going on? I hadn't told anyone, and no one else knows so how could she know, or think she knew anyways, I didn't answer her so she wouldn't be sure.

Before leaving, the girl walked up to me and whispered " I used to do it too, I can tell" I didn't reply, I just sat there staring, she waved goodbye, and I've never seen her sense...

I'd been in my room for quite sometime now, so I decided to go see what the boys were up to. I hopped off my bed, and then ran over to the door and yanked it open. I went down the hallway, and into living room area, or whatever you'd call it.

"Guys?"

~~no answer~~

"Guys? Where are you?"

Great...I have absolutely no idea where they are...did they all leave me again? I hate it when they do that...it hurts my feelings a lot..but I've learned to deal with it...