The girl behind the bucket list (1D Fanfic)

Air

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Harry's POV.

I have been awake for a few hours and Isabelle is still sound asleep. Maybe she's awake and just doesn't wanna get up from bed. I don't really know what I'm suppossed to do, or how to make her feel better. I just don't ubderstand any of this but that doesn't mean I don't want to understand it.

So it's 2:35 Pm and she hasn't opened her eyes, neither hasn't moved from the couch. I won't lie, For a moment I believed she was dead, or my subconciouse did cause around 1:00pm I placed my hand on her chest to check her heartbeat. She's fine. Well only physically. No, not even physically.

I sat next to her, an analizing frown on my face. I wanted to run my finger down the outline of her body, to feel my finger bounce up and down inbetween the concave spaces between each rib, but I was afraid. I was afraid that even my lightest touch could break her fragile being.

She flinched and made a kitty noice while she slightly stretched her arms. For some unkown reason my heart strted beating quikly and I sat there, with the frown on my face, analizing her like some mistic creature. Her eyes pressed tightly and her nose wrinkled. She lifted her hands up to her head as you do when having a massive head ache.

"Head-ache?" My raspy voice cuts the slience naking her aligtly jump. Se widely opens her eyes and I chukle.

"For god sakes! You scared the living hell out of me!"

"Sorry" I mutter slightly laughing, "Do you want anything for the.... er.... headache?"

She frowns and stares down at the edge of her stess, she quickly pulls it down covering even more of her thin thighs. "Um no, I should probably go home before mark kills me" She says standing up and picking up her hills from the floor, "Thanks for last night" She says avoiding eye contact, "but i have to go home". And I know that is her stupid excuse for avoiding me after her melt down last night.

I stand, and give small steps towards her. A frown still on my face, you know when you look into someone's eyes you always see something; Happyness, feelings, emtions, something.... anything. But when i look into her's I see nothing, I bet they were once full of life, but not anymore.

And as I walk towards her I want to find something on her gaze but I get nothing. I'm really close, so close that I can feel her breath, so close I can almost taste her, sp close that I can feel her nerves. I pull her hair off her face, and raise her chin lifting her gaze to mine, which makes me have to tilt her head up a bit since I'm about 6 inches higher than her. "Just stay, please" I whisper.

She stutters, "I have to go home" she lies.

"What are you scared of?" I ask.

She laughs, "spiders, darkness, ermm..."

"No I mean, what scares you that doesn't let me be nice to you? Why do you always leave? I mean..."

"It's non of your buissnes" She rudes up, but it's just a wall.

"Look I, I made you something to eat" I say.

Anger on her face, I saw that comming but before she started yelling i talked again "Tea then?"

She sighs.

"Please I'm just trying to understand this"

"This?" She chukles bitterly, "This is me"

"Well then let me inderstand you"

"Why?" Her gaze holds fear and anger.

"Why not?" I mutter.

"Just tea," she says and I smile, "BUT, but after tea I'll leave" she says.

"Sure," and my cheeky grin forms one of my dimples, and her giggle.

She walks to the kitchen and sits on the barstrool while I make some Yorkshire tea. My eyes nver leave her body and my thoughts keep wondering of when she had a full meal for the last time. Why could such perfect human hate herself so much. She's perfect, she's a perfect combination of sexy, cute and awkwardness. She's different, uexpected. And she hates herself? Why? I wanna know why. I wanna know her story. Who made this to her? Or what?

If self-hatred burned calories, she would literally be air.