I walked into a small cafe in the centre of London, taking a seat at a booth near the large window after ordering an iced tea.
A group of colourful girls taking the booth beside me. As I waited for my tea I couldn't help but listen to the girls conversation. (Mostly due to the loud volume they spoke in)
"I can't believe he got with that girl after I told him I liked him! Like oh my god, I literally cut my wrist last night because of him! See!"
I looked across at the girl who ranted at her group, displaying her wrist which had small, light scratches, barely even visible. It kind of looked like a cat had lightly scratched her.
"Oh my god! You poor thing! He's such a dick"
I don't understand these girls... Out of all the ways she could get attention, why pretend to be depressed? I mean.. Shes a very beautiful girl, she doesn't need to try like that. Depression isn't something you want to put in a trophy case on display. If she truly felt this way, she would do her best to hide it. To avoid the people pretending they care and trying to force you into getting help. And to avoid the judgment stares of society.
The bell of the cafe door rang as another person entered. I listened as he ordered his food and drink. His voice was so smooth and captivating. I eventually looked up to see a handsome man, tall with deep brow eyes and chocolate brown hair that swept to one side. He was dressed in all black. A pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, topped with a leather jacket and a pair of converse. He looked around before taking a seat in the table beside my own. It was quite a small cafe so we were all quite close together. Our table in a triangle like formation, his beside mine and the girls in front of us both.
"Your tea, sweetheart. And a muffin on the house" another waiter snapped me out of my thoughts as he placed everything on the table before me.
"Oh, thank-you very much but you really don't have to."
"Please, it's not problem at all" he smiled
"Thank-you but I'm really not very hungry"
He didn't reply after that, he simply smirked before walking away. I pushed the muffin across the table, the idea of eating making me want to vomit.
"Since when would a girl like 'that' turn down free food... Even if she should"
I heard the girls giggling. Many people don't seem to understand...it's not only the small girls that can have eating disorders. Whenever people hear of eating disabilities they think of tiny frames with visible bones. Personally, I am not skinny. I'm quite a large girl and I've always been bullied about it. By society and my family.
Honestly I don't remember the last time I ate. It doesn't hurt anymore it just feels sickly.
I take a sip of my tea as I listen to the girls talking again. This kind of thing motivates me to continue what I'm doing.
"It's so gross."
"I couldn't leave the house if I looked like her" ... It's hard
"She'll never have a boyfriend... Can you imagine having sex with that"
All the girls made "ew" and vomit sounds... I can't blame then for it. It's true.
All of a sudden the handsome guy in the table across for mine stands up and walks over to the girls table. I listen as I expect him to join them or flirt with them. But he does something utterly shocking
"Hey cutie" one of the girls say as the all giggle
"Shut up and listen. So I was sitting down trying to think of a way to talk to that beautiful girl over there when I noticed you girls pointing, giggling and saying hurtful things about her.
So first of all I'll tell you now she could probably get any man much faster than you could with your rude ass attention seeking self. She is one of the most gorgeous girls I've seen in my life. Not all humans are judgment assholes like yourselves so maybe you need to grow up and start treating others kindly. Have a nice life."
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks simply from his kind words.
None of the girls spoke, they all simply looked at each other in shock.
The man walked over to his table, picking up his coffee before turning and standing by my table.
"Uh, hi... I'm Dan. I thought... Think, your really beautiful and I was going to ask for your number but... I'm gonna go all out and ask if you'd like to come for a walk with me and maybe see a movie or something?"
I'm still in complete shock... I wipe a tear from my cheek and look up at him.
Dan... The name suits him.
"I.. I would love that...thank-you... Thank-you for everything"
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So I decided to write a quick imagine. Sorry if you can't relate to this it's more of a personal thing. But thank-you to those of you who read. Let me know if you think I should do a PART 2.
If you have any requests please feel free to ask me and I'll do my best. As. Always I hope you have a lovely day/evening/night xxoo
