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Elizabeth

"Elizabeth, he may not make it. Harry is far to sick, to hurt." I looked into his eyes and I saw the sadness yet pride in his eyes.

I stood up and moved past him, I walked downstairs knowing he was following and confronted the person that I hated at the moment. "This is your fault! Jasper, this is all your fault!"

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, before grabbing other things as well. "Ellie!" I heard Edward say and I hit him too.

"Are you all happy? Huh? Happy that my best friend, my brother. . ." I trailed off as I realized exactly it.

                Harry who is one of my greatest friends, my Best Brother Forever.

               Harry who took me to his hotel that night after I was raped.

               Harry who introduced me to Zayn, Niall, Louis, and Liam.

               Harry who helped me.

               Harry who is adored by fans—by Directioners.

               Harry Styles, who has bright emerald eyes, who has dark brown curly hair, who could make me laugh with his cheekiness, he will die? How could that be true—why could it not have been me?

I fell down on my knees and looked up at all of them, "He helped me so much, and made me smile and laugh, and talk, and be me, he helped me. . . He helped me survive, along with the other's, when I wanted to leave because of you lot.

"You would think you all would be happy, but of course you all wouldn't. Because you don't care about me — who does besides them? Besides Bryan, and the lad's, and even our recent quests. They're the only ones."

Everyone stayed silent and/or looked down, I just stood up and walked into the room.  "Harry, please. . . Please wake up, babe. I need you. I can't go on without you. You were wrong, I'm not a diamond. I'm just a . . . just a. . . I can't. I can't. I won't be my sad dang self, I may not matter, but you do."

That's where I am now, it had been hours since that, and I had fallen asleep with Harry.  I closed my eyes and remembered all the things he told me.

"Eliza, you are a princess and a diamond. To me and the lads." Harry spoke.

I had so much tears streaming down my cheeks, or was it a river? I never know these days. . "Everyone hates me, Harry. I'm not a diamond."

Harry shook his head, taking my hand. "You're wrong. Liz, diamonds were made under pressure, love. You're getting there; it'll take time, but I know you will get there.  You are already beautiful enough. Even though you don't see it. "

I shook my head, "No, Harry. . .I won't ever be as beautiful as one."

Harry sighed, before standing up. I closed my eyes, before standing up deciding it was time I get some air. I walked outside of Harry's home letting the cold air nip my skin. Chilling my body. 

I closed my eyes, letting the lyrics come out of me. "Do you ever feel like braking?

Like no one's ever there?
Do you ever wanna get rid of your fears?

Baby, I've been spending my time, broken and deprived,
Waiting on my wounds to heal.

I can look out to he the sky,
And wonder if I fly.
I wonder if I could ever the sky (Mmh)."

As I stopped I felt someone wrap their arms around me, along with a blanket. I leaned back into the arms and looked to see Harry. "It hurts my heart, Haz.  Jasper. . he used to be my beat friend.  When did it change?" I whisper, letting tears slip down my face again.

Suddenly I pulled away pulling at my hair, "When did my world so drastically change, I feel like more bad things are happening then good!"

I sat down on the floor and rested my head in my lap. "Are we a mistake?"

I looked up at him, as he again wrapped the cover around me. I put it around him too, and leaned against him, "No. . .Harry, mate, you all are one of the best things."

I looked up giving him a soft smile, he smiled back at me, "You should smile more."

I shook my head, "I used too. . .but I can't anymore. I'm not pretty."

"You're right, love, because you're breathtakingly beautiful, gorgeous."

I smiled at the memory. He and the lads plus Bryan. I then opened my mouth, and let the lyrics come out of me.

Quotes from @ curveable, on Twitter. Awesome help.