Unwanted Attention

Chapter 12

I woke up the next day feeling like shit. Not enough to feel like I want to kill myself but enough to not eat. If I eat then ill throw up and I don't feel like throwing up just yet.

"Hello sweetie. How are you feeling?" My dad asked with sympathy clear in his voice.

"I'm feeling alright I guess. I just feel like if I eat ill be sick. Nothing too serious though." I laughed. "What are you going to do today dad?" I asked.

"Probably go do shopping for some groceries and ill drop them back off here. Then do some work at the office so I won't be home till late. What are you going to do sweetie?" He asked.

"To be honest, I have nothing to do. I'm probably just going to stay in today." I said.

"Alright, well if you don't want to stay in any longer then you should take a walk to the diamonds across the street at the park." He smiled.

"Thanks dad." I smiled towards him.

After my dad left I decided to try and eat for the first time today. I was starving considering I haven't eaten since 6 yesterday evening and it is 11 o'clock in the morning. I lifted my lazy body up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge to find that there was nothing to eat besides an apple and a few grapes. So, I grabbed the grapes and put them into a bowl then cleaned them off. I also grabbed the apple, cut it up, cleaned it off and put them into a separate bowl.

One thing I can't stand is different foods touching each other. I don't know why I have this weird problem with food but it is the way it is.

I ate a peice of the apple and surprisingly my stomach felt perfectly fine. That was until the last piece of the apple that my stomach started to churn. I quickly shot up and ran up the stairs and barley made it to the toilet before I threw up all the food that I had just consumed.

"Shit." I mumbled under my breath.

After I sat on the bathroom floor hoping that the sick feeling in my stomach would go away I finally stood up and I felt a bit better. I still walked into my bedroom with my hand on my stomach but I managed to get there without feeling the sickness come back. I laid on my bed until I felt something very uncomfortable stab into my back.

I grabbed the object from under me and realized that it was my phone. I turned it on and saw that I had two missed calls and four text messages. Two calls from my dad, one from Harry, three messages from Harry and one from and unknown number.

I decided to check out what Harry sent me before checking my dads.

**Hey Anna, how's your day going?**

**Anna?**

**are you okay? Should I be worried?**

I slightly laughed at his last text asking if he should be worried and quickly replied.

**No need to be worried, just a little sick. Thank you <3**

After I sent the text to Harry I then checked to look at the next text message that was from my dad.

**Hey sweetie. Just wondering how you were!**

I smiled at my dads thoughtfulness and responded back to him right away.

**Thanks dad. I'm actually a little better! (:**

After I sent that text message to my dad I heard a knock at my front door followed by more anxious knocks. I was hesitant on answering the door but I did it any ways. Here standing at my door looking very worried was Harry.

"Why weren't you answering me?" He kind of seemed mad. "I was worried sick and you just don't text me back or even call?!"

"Well sorry I was sick." I sarcastically apologized.

"Sick?"

"Threw up all morning. Haven't eaten. I'm starving but nothing will stay down at the moment. I'm sorry that I didn't have time In between that to call or text you." I snapped.

I don't want to be rude to Harry but he shouldn't just pounce on me just because I don't reply. I get he's worried but come on.

"I'm sorry Anna, I was just worried that's all." He replied embarrassed.

"It's fine, really. I get it."

"Come here." He waved me over and held his arms out for me to be engulfed in a warm hug.

"Do you need anything?" He asked.

"No. Well..." This was my time to play around. "Maybe some tampons?"

I bit my tongue to hold in my laughter. Harry's face was priceless. Wide eyes. Lips pursed. Perfection is what it was.

"Okay.." He replied beginning to walk out the door.

"Heavy flow!" I called after him.

He looked back at me and he looked mortified. Oh my god he is so embarrassed. I burst out into laughter before Harry could leave and his cheeks flushed of its colour. Oh how I love making him like this.

Harry walked up to me and picked me up into his arms. He looked me straight in the eyes and kissed the top of my forehead.

"You're a cheeky one aren't you?" Harry smirked as he placed another small kiss on to my nose.

///Authors Note///

Good? Or bad?

Idk.

Bye.