*Harry's P.O.V*
I gave Georgia some clothes and she went into the bathroom to change. About 10 minutes later I knocked on the door asking if she needed any help.
"Uh...... Kinda....." she said hesitantly, unlocking the door.
I opened it slowly, not sure if I should do this or not.
"There's a zipper..." She said, looking at the ground.
"Oh," I said smirking at her.
She slowly turned around and I grabbed the zipper.
It was so hard not to just make a move then in there. I had to wait longer. Not now.
I unzipped the dress slowly. It felt like slow motion as I slowly made my way toward the bottom.
I reached the bottom of her dress and it slowly fell to the ground. Oh my goodness. She was absolutely beautiful. I didn't notice my 'excitement' until Georgia turned around.
"Uh..... Harry...." She said giggling.
"Oh.. Right.." I said looking down at myself, blushing. I slowly backed out of the bathroom.
I sat down on my bed, pushing the thoughts of what I wanted to do to her out of my head. I got on twitter, scrolling down my timeline. Georgia came out and sat on the bed. I knew it was going to be awkward. I told her I was going to go chill with the boys. I showed her were the remote was and left her standing there.
"Hey! How was it?" Zayn said wiggling his eyebrows.
"How was what?" I asked.
"Oh ya know," Niall said, "the good old ban-" I cut him off.
"We didn't do anything," I said "Unfortunately..." I mumbled the last part, hoping no one heard me.
"What was that?" Louis asked "What did you say?" He said smiling and poking me in the ribs.
"Okay, yes, I think I'm in love with her. But I know good and well she doesn't like me like that... Yet.." I explained.
I told the boys the plan and they agreed to help.
After an hour of hanging with each other and having hilarious conversations, I wanted to just pass out. I was so tired from crying at the funeral earlier.
I walked out of Liam's flat and into me and Louis's. I tried not to wake Georgia up. There was a couch in my room in front of the fireplace. I laid down with a blanket and tried to get some sleep.
*2:53 a.m.*
I woke up from someone talking, no, more like screaming.
"Elizabeth! No!" it was Georgia having a nightmare, I guess.
"Please don't leave!" she yelled again. I slowly got up from the couch and walked over beside her.
"Georgia, wake up." I gently shook her.
She mumbled something and then screamed "Elizabeth!" As she began crying.
She had sweat running down her forehead and her hair was in a mess. I felt her forehead. It was burning up. She was probably sick from exhaustion and not eating.
"Georgia!" I shook her again.
"Huh!?" She sat straight up with the most horrified look on her face.
"Are you okay, babe?" I asked.
"No not really. I had the worst nightmare. Elizabe-" I cut her off.
"Don't explain now. I'll go get you some water. Lay down and try to go back to sleep." I said as I walked out of my room and into the kitchen.
When I got back Georgia was half asleep.
"Here's your water." I said pushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Thank you." She said whispering. I could tell she was in pain. She hasn't eaten a proper meal in 3 days and has practically cried ever day.
"Harry," she said looking up at me, "I'm scared."
"Well, I'm here if you need me." I said reassuringly.
"Harry? Will you lay with me?" okay this seriously must be the fever talking. She was never this nice to me.
"Um.. Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah...."
I crawled under the covers, not wanting to get too close to her. After about 5 minutes of laying there awkwardly, Georgia rolled over on her side so that she was facing me.
"Harry..." She said, her voice cracking.
"Yeah babe?"
"I'm sorry." She started crying again. She buried her face into the blanket.
"For what?" Seeing her cry like this makes me want to jump off a cliff.
"For everything. For being such a bitch to you," She said through sobs "yes, you did screw up, but all you have been is nice to me since Elizabeth died. I've just been a complete ass to you. I'm sorry." She said, sobbing even harder now.
I pulled her close to me, holding her in my arms. She didn't refuse either.
"It's fine, babe." I said a I planted a small kiss on her forehead. She finally fell back asleep.
*The Next Morning. Georgia's P.O.V.*
I woke up to the chirp of birds an the smell of freshly cooked omelets. Before I went downstairs, I used the restroom. I walked inside and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my eyes were red and puffy, my face was bloated, and my stomach felt completely empty. I lifted my shirt so it only revealed my stomach. I could see my rib-cage and hip bones. I know what I was doing wasn't right, but something inside me urged me to do it. Anytime I was around food, I just didn't want to eat if for some reason. If I did eat, I threw up shortly after.
I got done with using the bathroom and went downstairs to find Harry. I walked into the kitchen to find Harry, Liam, and Louis sitting at the table.
"Good morning sunshine!" Liam greeted me with a huge smile on his face.
"Hello." I said, trying to smile.
"You need to eat something. Here, have an omelet and some orange juice." Harry said, getting up and leading me to the table.
"Alright..." I said hesitantly. I promised myself I would eat at least half of the meal and not throw it up.
I was almost done eating when Harry asked Liam what the plans for today were.
"Well, we were going to go shopping and buy Georgia some things," Liam said looking at me, "but she doesn't seem to be feeling too well."
"Oh. Alright. Well I'll just say home with her and you and the boys can go-" I interrupted Harry.
"No, Harry. It's fine. I think I need to get out if the house for a little while."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel even worse after today."
"I'll be fine." I said getting up from the table and putting my dishes in the sink. "Im going to go get dressed." I said walking up the stairs.
There was only one problem. I didn't have any clothes.
"Harry!" I yelled down the staircase. He came running.
"Yes?" He asked.
"I don't have anything to wear."
"I'll be right back." He said walking out of the room.
He returned to the room with a pair of jeans, a shirt, a beanie, and sandals.
"They're Eleanor's. she leave them here when she stays with Lou, but you can wear them for today." He explained.
"Are you sure she won't get mad?" I asked.
"No, she won't mind. Now Hurry! We need to be leaving soon." He said walking out of the door. I only had about 15 minutes.
