Last First Kiss (One Direction FanFiction)

Breakdown

~Julia's P.O.V.~

I grinned at Harry as he slipped his fingers between mine, we stepped in synchronization as the path winded deeper into the park. I stopped when we were away from everyone else that was in the park and he leaned closer towards me, his hands rising so they were the height of my shoulder and we stood there, hands entwined and when he moved in for a kiss, I beat him too it. His lips forced onto mine, softly moving so that each second made me forget less and less about what had happened the night before. He stopped just for a second to see what I looked like, I'd always hated to know what I looked like close up, eye to eye but he only smiled and came back to kissing me. We were pulled apart by a screaming mob of at least 20 people who had immediately recognized him.

"OMG HARRY STYLES!!!"

"I LOVE YOU!"

"WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?"

"MARRY ME!"

"I LOVE CATS TOO!"

"HERE'S MY NUMBER!"

"SIGN MY ARM!"

I was practically deafened by the noise and I was pushed back as the fans barged their way to Harry, he smiled like it was an everyday thing, signing books, t-shirts and CDs, taking photos with all of them and laughing at a few jokes.

"WE LOVE YOU!"

They all screamed as he pushed his way through them to get to me, I could tell they didn't want him near me when we linked hands again.

"GET OFF THAT WHORE HARRY!"

"YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER!"

"EWWWW, SKANK ALERT!"

The hate immediately hit a nerve and I burst into tears.

"Just smile. I'll call Paul and he'll come and get us." he muttered very quietly, I could only just hear.

Through the tears, it was hard to even see anything, Harry pulled me away from them and we continued to walk through the path and closer to the gates. I couldn't stop the tears, they were in a steady flow and each second that the abuse was yelled, I could only think of cutting my wrists again and the ugly thing I saw in the mirror the day before. I was beginning to draw tired, my thin legs and arms swaying stupidly but I pretended that I didn't care about a thing. When really, I couldn't care more.

As soon as I'd stepped inside the flat and fell into the warmth of Harry's arms, I stopped crying. His overly large hands were so protective over me as he held my frail arms.

"You've got to eat." he whispered, positioning himself comfortably around me on the bright red sofa.

"I can't, food, well... If I eat I'll put on weight."

Harry nodded and I knew he didn't understand what I was saying, "Yes, that's usually the point of eating."

"No," I whispered, moving my head closer to his, "I'm scared of eating. My body will reject it and I will be sick."

"JuJu, you are sick."

I shook my head defiantly and got up from his lap.

"Where are you going?"

"The toilet."

I said as un-suspiciously as possible, dragging myself through his main corridor and into the bathroom where I shut and locked the door quietly. I stripped myself of all clothing except for my underwear again, the way I did it everyday and took a deep breath before stepping onto the glass scale. I shook nervously as I waited for my weight to turn up and then it flashed on the screen. 71.4 pounds. A sob erupted from my throat and I fell to the floor, laying in a crippled heap. I'd put on a whole stone?!? I'd only weighed myself before the walk, it must of been the food Harry forced me to eat whilst we were out. A hamburger, ice cream, and a slushie. I'd never eaten so disgustingly in my life. I felt so stupid and I cried so hard I couldn't even think to breath, I could feel my face burning as all the blood rushed to it and I finally let out an almighty breath which I was certain Harry would of heard. I heard footsteps run down the corridor as I began to sob even more.

"Julia, are you okay? Are you hurt?!?"

I clicked the lock with my spare hand which wasn't covering my face and as he pushed the door open, I sat rocking on the pearly tiled floor. He immediately grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, he could see something was wrong in my eyes, the sparkle had gone, the sparkle he always loved. He grabbed me and held me in his arms, kissing me softly before running through into the living room and yelling to Louis.

"WON'T BE GONE LONG, LOU! JULIA'S GOING TO HOSPITAL."

I could hear a faint yell from the direction of Louis' room and Harry was sprinting out of the flat, through the double doors at the entrance and into his car parked outside.

"JuJu, hold still, I'm trying to do up your seat belt."

"I don't want to go!" I nearly screamed, it came out as a hoarse yell.

"You have to go, I can't see you end your life like this, they'll help you."

I couldn't even remember anyone that I'd seen on YouTube actually enjoy or at least manage comfortably being fed through a tube, they all hated it. I didn't want to be fed through a tube, or stay in there when I go back to sixth form, I'll miss everything. I couldn't hold up more of a struggle as a firm hand was placed on my semi naked chest and he held me down as the belt was clipped on. Harry practically slammed the door and ran round to the other side. I felt desperate, I undid the seat belt and tried to open the door. To my horror, Harry had already locked the door from the outside and was sitting next to me in the drivers seat.

"Don't make me go there, please." I sobbed, holding his arm and feeling the warmth for one more time.

"I have to help you. I love you and this will be best for you."

I screamed, then and there. I startled Harry so much that he suddenly jerked to a stop in the car. He threw me a furious glance and started driving closer to the hospital. It loomed ahead, too close for comfort and as he drove into a parking space, I fainted.