One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Harry Imagine for @amynicolexo

Harry Imagine for Amy. Hope you like it! :)

***Amy's P.O.V***

"I'll see you in five months," Harry said, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. I nodded, trying harder than ever to fight the tears.

"Harry, we gotta go," Liam called out apologetically to Harry, one arm around Sophia, who was wiping her face as well. 

"I love you," I mumbled out, hugging my boyfriend tightly.

"I love you too. I'll see you soon, love."

It started soon after the boys left for their tour. Sophia and I had endured a silent and teary ride home, both of us keeping occupied on our phones to pass time. There's something about your boyfriend leaving on a five month tour around America and parts of Europe with lots of beautiful girls waiting and possible dangers that makes a girl freak out a little.

Some fans, I guess, had followed us to the airport and had hidden near the gate and sneaked pictures. Some of the photos had already leaked on Twitter and Tumblr, and I couldn't help but stare at them. At first I was just admiring Harry, but then I moved on to comparing myself to everyone else in the pictures, especially Sophia. She was absolutely gorgeous and skinny, and I was just, well, me. Harry had a better body than me, or so it seemed to me.

It seemed the fans agreed with me as well, judging by their comments. I eyed their hurtful and suggestive comments until Sophia pulled up at Harry's and I's flat. She bid me a goodbye, and I quickly walked into the flat, going straight towards the bathroom.

I don't know how long I stared at myself in the mirror, but it was enough time for me to decide that I needed to lose weight so that I could stop the hate and reignite Harry's love for me.

And that's where it all started. Ever since that day, four months ago, I had been barely eating everyday and working out excessively. The largest meals I ever had were a couple bites of salad when I was dining with my parents or with Sophia. I drank a lot of water to help speed up my metabolism and trick my brain into thinking I wasn't hungry.

Deep down, I knew this wasn't very healthy for me, but I loved, in a sick way, the soreness of my legs after three hours on the treadmill at the gym. I found so much joy in watching the numbers plummet on the scale. Every other week I have to go to the mall and buy some better fitting clothes, but it was all going to be worth it once Harry came back home and saw the new me.

I was heading home from the mall after one of my religious trips to the mall, or so it seemed now. I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket, and I pulled it out, seeing Harry's name a picture displayed across the screen. "Hey, Harry," I answered.

"Hey. So guess where I am."

"Uh, Italy? France? New York? Give me a hint. I don't memorize your schedule," I laughed.

"Fine. It's warm. The kitchen light was left on. And your knickers on full display along with the rest of the folded laundry on the bed."

I stopped dead in my tracks, halfway to the car. "Are you home?"

"Yeah! We got off a little early, and I came straight home. Where are you?"

"I'm just coming home from the mall. Be there in ten!"

Ten minutes later, on the dot, I was running through the door, screaming out Harry's name. He appeared out of the kitchen, smiling widely at me before picking me up and spinning me around. My arms locked around his neck as we laughed together, both hugging and twirling in a circle.