The Rock In The Forest [Harry Styles]

Chapter Three

One year.

It has been one year since I saw my brother.

Month One:

I started to fill the emptiness with the poster I got.

Month Two:

My loneliness increased but I was still holding on to the hope of him coming home.

Month Three:

I started getting obsessed with sleeping in his room and talking to the poster.

Month Four:

I would often yell at the poster to talk to me and I have lost three pounds since he left.

Month Five:

I ripped the poster off of the wall from frustration. I would wear his clothes too often and sit up in his room for hours.

Month Six:

I vowed never to forgive myself for ripping the poster off the wall. I have lost five pounds since he left.

Month Seven:

I got two hours of sleep each night at the most. I collected all of the pictures of Harry in the house and put them in his room.

Month Eight:

Mummy tried to send me to a therapist but they didn't help. I started obsessing over One Direction.

Month Nine:

My room was like a study of One Direction. Every inch of space was filled with pictures, personal information, song lyrics, and everything there is to know about One Direction.

Month Ten:

I start stalking Harry's twitter and instagram. I have lost eight pounds since he left.

Month Eleven:

It was Harry's birthday month. I wrote him a letter then ripped it up. I fell down the stairs just because I didn't have the energy to care.

Month Twelve:

We are moving. The house is nice and there is a forest in its backyard. I don't want to move. We would be leaving Harry's room behind. Harry wouldn't like that. He probably isn't even coming home for the move. I never even want to see him again. I have nothing to say. At least I don't have to worry about seeing him.

One year.

It has been one year since I saw my sister.

Month One:

I started getting worried about her welfare.

Month Two:

I would try to cancel shows because I couldn't find my voice.

Month Three:

I lost two pounds since I last saw her.

Month Four:

The lads are starting to get worried. They are asking me questions constantly.

Month Five:

I'm not all there. I stopped singing by accident at concerts because I would start thinking about her.

Month Six:

I have lost four pounds since I last saw her.

Month Seven:

I started to eat again.

Month Eight:

My anxiety stopped and I got my personality back.

Month Nine:

I started sleeping normally again.

Month Ten:

I stopped thinking of Violet.

Month Eleven:

It was my birth month. Mum and dad video chatted me. No communication with Violet.

Month Twelve:

I'm going home next month. We are moving and I'm nervous to see Violet.

I haven't talked to Violet in a year. What will she say? How has she been? Being her, I'm sure she is fine. She probably cried once and accepted that I had to leave. She is probably excited to see me and counting down the days. Eleven year olds can't have depression, right?