It All Started Here (Harry fanfic) *Editing*

Chapter 40

I sat in the couch with my legs pulled up to my chest, desperately trying to dry the tears that streamed. I had spent the last two hours crying, over nothing really. I just broke down, not caring if I get happy again right now. I had Harry's Ramone shirt on, and was wrapped up in a blanket. I was shaking like mad, and wished for Harry to be here right now.

He called yesterday, from Louis' phone, explaining that his phone is broken. He dropped it in a lake, typical him! He also told me that they was heading home today, around noon. It was currently 9 am.

I can't sleep without him. I just can't! When he's not around, it's like I'm over thinking about everything! I can't even look at a scissor anymore without feeling sick. I don't know if it's anything good, probably.

But myself... When he comes home, he'll get hurt... I just know it! I've trained like mad, not eating, not caring about myself. I've lost about 10 pounds, in a week!

"Sandy?" I jumped in the couch, and turned around, frowning slightly.

"Harry?" I asked confused, checking the time. It's just 9.24? He walked around the couch, and stood in front of me, blocking the view for the TV. "I thought you was coming home at noon?" I asked confused.

"I was, but I left earlier!" He smiled. He sat down beside me, and moved me over to his lap. He wrapped his arms around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. "I've been missing you!"

"I've been missing you too!" I whispered, and closed my eyes. "How have you been?"

"I've been good, how was you?"

"Okay." I shrugged.

"You wasn't this small when I left! Have you been crying?" He said suddenly. I opened my eyes, and saw him frowning. He ran his hands over my hips, still frowning. His left hand ran up my spine, and he frowned even more. He looked at my collorbones, and ran his hand over my side, feeling my ribs. "I'm taking you too the hospital!" He said sternly.

"No, Harry, please no!"

"You look like you're about to faint, you obviously haven't even eaten this week. No buts, go get dressed!" He said seriously. I nodded a little, and got up from his lap. I looked at the floor the whole time I walked upstairs. "Be done in ten!"

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"Hello Sandy, I'm Dr. Anderson!" A lady greeted me. She had short, black hair, a bit taller than me, and had a nice, but concerned, smile on her lips. "Just follow me, your boyfriend can stay here for a while, I'll get you later!"

I turned to Harry, who nodded, and gave me a quick hug, before I followed the doctor. She showed me into a white room, and I sat down on the bed there.

"So, I understand you're here because your boyfriend is worrying about you, am I right?" She said, looking into my eyes.

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"I've lost plenty much weight." I shrugged. She nodded, and wrote down something on a paper.

"Are you depressed?" She looked up from the paper. I looked down at the floor, an nodded. "Eating disorder?" I nodded again. "You'll have to do a test. I want to see how serious it really is. Then you'll know the result, and we'll discuss what to do with you, your boyfriend, and a therapist."

"I got her number if you want it." I picked up my phone, and opened the back of it. She nodded, and I handed her the note I had their, with Mindy's number on it.

"So, first question, what's your currently weight?"

"84.4 lbs." I said with a low voice.

"How tall are you?"