Skinny Love (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter seven- Face to face

*Hey everyone, wow i really need to think of a better way to start these things, anyways its been a long time since i last updated but recently i have had extreme writers block and I'm not really sure where I'm going with this story because i don't want it to be predictable or the usual unpredictable story, if that made sense. On that note, for the good of the story for the regular people who read my updates, I'm going to force my imagination and update allot more frequently and stick to my word unlike the past where i don't follow through what i say. wow this authors note is getting pretty long.

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Moisture began to build in my hands between the short gap from my phone and the palm of my hand, i released my grip slightly, still pondering on the earlier message. Sliding the entrance to my phone i entered a short four digit code and began typing, then erasing my thoughts and them re typing. I was so indecisive, it was just meeting up with a guy, which knows too much about me too soon. Reading through the group of letters i placed together to from a reply, i took a deep breath and it was sent. Should i have really agreed to meet with this guy for all i know he could be a complete weirdo, all i know is his first name and he has the muscle strength to catch a fragile tired teenage girl. 

Moments later my phone vibrated and became warm with the excitement, it was too much for me to register and so showed my phone too. It was 'harry' and  to my surprise it was regarding our meet, "When shall we meet? I'm almost free all week" the message read i could imagine a very eager tall slender man crouched over his phone waiting for a response i didn't know whether to send. But with the advice that Dr Kelly gave me still in contact with my brain i persevered sending messages back to a complete stranger and we decided on a final arrangement of this afternoon at 2:30 at the cafe where we intentionally met, well sort of. 

I had about 2 hours before i had to meet harry, and this was a perfect excuse to brush of my mid day meal, that is 'required to get me back on track' the smug impression of Dr Kelly's voice played through my mind. I ran down stairs and told my mum i had plans with Mollie, as a cover up.

"Hey mum, I'm going to meet Mollie at the cafe okay?" i swung my head round the banister barely revealing any part of my body, " will you be eating out?" she replied curiously, i could see the raise in her left eyebrow through the doors of the living room. "I should be and i'll take an apple just in case, will that satisfy you?" the sarcastic tone in my voice didn't go well, the sharp turn of her head  made me swing back "Don't be smug with me Cassandra Howard" i shot her a smile and raced my feet upstairs and began making an effort with myself, for the first time for months i had to make an impression. Not that my last impression was probably imprinted on him for the rest of his life. 

I began with my outfit, i opened the wide entrance to my closet revealing clothes that once fitted, clothes that barely fir and clothes that were safe. Shuffling through hangers, that scraped along the pole as i endlessly searched for my 'safe' dark denim jeans. Spotting them on the final hanger i reached them out of the hanger and began taking off my shorts and replacing my present underwear with more suitable for the occasion, even through there wasn't one. I place one leg in at a time with ease and remembered it to be more of a struggle, but it wasn't satisfying, my skin was still thick and cellulite appeared when i pinched my skin, it wasn't satisfying. Shrugging it off i continue the search for a top. My final choice being a small grey vest top that finished before my hipbones, remembering the heat outside, and tracing my eyes over the bandages witch were defiantly noticeable. I chose my cream cardigan to cover them, it was almost like they weren't there, i smiled in achievement. Having and hour left I reached for the dry hair pulled together upon my head and released it as it fell behind my back, i decided to leave the waves in and apply some makeup, natural of course. i was never one to go over board with making an effort but this was more than usual. it was all seemed unnecessary when your under surveillance by your mum twenty four seven in your own house. So it was nice to have a change.