Last First Kiss (One Direction FanFiction)

California Sunset House

Here's another chapter today since the other one was really short! :( Sorry guys but here ya go! :) Hope that you like it! :) I can't wait for the wedding! How about you? ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓ Comment below what your thoughts are! :D

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~Julia's P.O.V.~

Time flew by quickly in Rhodes Farm, I'd gained 30 pounds, looked even more disgusting and began to get really excited about the wedding.

~Harry's P.O.V.~

"Louis? Can you come here a sec?" I yelled from the lounge, flicking through numerous wedding venues, each one seemed utterly perfect to me.

"What is it mate?"

"I need help picking a venue for mine and Julia's wedding."

Louis nodded, leaning over the back of the sofa I was sitting on.

"They all look really nice." He stated.

Suddenly he pointed at the one in the middle of the screen. The most expensive one but I realized why he was pointing at it.

'California Sunset House'

'A Luxurious Wedding Venue, perfect for the most amazing of couples, holding up to 500, this large and spacious venue offers a private pool, cocktail bar and after party services, rooms for every guest, 24/7 room service, catering with over 200 chef's and waiters / waitresses. Set in the wild and beautiful California, this venue has everything a wedded couple could dream of.

The Whole Package is now just £50,000 (including all above features + more)'

"It's amazing." I gasped, almost instantly clicking for more information.

"This is exactly what she would want Harry, she's gonna love it, you gotta get it now." Louis said, stating the obvious but meaning well, I nodded in return and booked the venue, wincing as the money was withdrawn from my account but it filled me with relief knowing that it would be back, plus extra profit, in not too long.

~Julia's P.O.V.~

I glanced down at my wrists, a fresh cut on each wrist and held back the imminent sob arising in my throat. I hated myself even more thinking that I had no reason to still  be slicing my wrists, the only thing wrong with me was my depression, anxiety, epilepsy and anorexia. My eyes forced themselves closed and I held my head back to try and stop the sob from bursting out of my closed mouth. There was a sudden light rapping on the door.

"Julia? Are you okay in there? You've been silent for the last hour." spoke Amanda's concerned voice, I half imagined the lines on her forehead that appeared when she was concerned from behind the locked door.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Not feeling to great that's all." I managed to speak clearly although my mind was raging with suicidal thoughts and anxiety about the forthcoming meal. I could hear more footsteps coming from the other side of the door.

"Do you want me to go get the matron?" Anna called, her own voice worried for my sake.

"NO! I mean, no. It's alright."

"Okay, remember dinner is in 10 minutes."

I gulped down more anxieties and stood up, flinching in pain as I let the freezing cold water run over the exposed flesh of my cuts. I knew I'd cut too deep but the pain was just too strong and I'd known in advance that the deepness I would usually cut at wasn't enough relief. I placed the razor inside a tiny box along with my other razors and locked it shut, dropping the key back onto my chest where it lay on a piece of old string. I flicked the lock off the door and swung it open to see two deeply concerned faces staring right at me.

"Show us your wrists." they barked.

"NOW."

"No." I muttered, my voice trembling slightly with fear,

"Julia. We know you've cut your wrists and we want to help you. SHOW US."

"You have no right." I whispered, shaking my head, scared to pieces that they'd manage to get through to me. Suddenly, without any signal, Amanda and Anna grabbed each of my hands.

"You can't touch me! YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME!" I screamed, kicking my best friends in the shins and running away from them, tears streaming down my cheeks. I fell to my knees outside of our bedroom door, my body curling up over my legs, my back heaving up and down with sobs.

"Move away everyone!" yelled the matron at the crowd who were all standing a few feet away from me, whispering to each-other, just to provoke the anxieties inside of me.

"Julia? Julia, we're going to move you into the nurse's room okay?"

I didn't reply but just let the nurse and matron slide me onto a stretcher and carry me through the on looking crowd. In the whole time, I didn't speak a word, just continued to cry, my t-shirt damp with tears.