Untouchable (Marcel/Harry Styles and Demi Lovato)

The Truth, Pizza and Sleepovers

It was 6:45pm and I was sat in Eleanor's bedroom in her apartment in my oversized tee and shorts. I was spending the night at her house so we could talk more. I needed a good talk with someone. We were sat with blankets and cups of tea and biscuits.

"I've just not been getting any better. Being in recovery helped, but being back home it's just been all piling up on me. I just feel like I'm drowning, nobody can here me. I just don't know what to do."

"I know it's hard.. But would you consider going back to therapy?"

"No. Not yet. I'm fine." I said wiping my tears away, forcing a smile on my face.

"Listen, that's not going to work anymore. You can't just force a smile on your face and act as if everything ok."

"I can try." Eleanor looked at me sympathetically. There was a knock at the door.

"Who's that?" I say.

"It's the boys. I asked them to come over for Pizza and I can keep Louis company whilst you speak to Harry."

"No no no, please, El. I can't." Tears began forming in my eyes.

We walked to the door and Eleanor opened the door to the boys.

"Hello again!" Louis said happily.

Harry walked through the door and gave a soft smile.

Louis and Eleanor sat on the chair with blankets and food and me and Harry were on the other.

"Who wants to order pizza?" Eleanor says.

"Me me me!" Louis chanted.

"Okay." Eleanor got up to get the phone to dial the pizza company. "Talk." She whispered to me, walking straight past me.

"H-Harry," he shot me a look. "Can I speak to you for a minute?" I asked quietly.

"Sure." He got up and we walked into the kitchen leaving Eleanor and Louis to order the pizza.

"Listen, I-" I got cut off my Harry.

"I know, that something's up with you. I'm worried about you, I'm losing sleep thinking about you not telling me the truth about what's going on in your life. The day I first met you, you weren't like I thought you would be. You were different. You gave me a chance, so now. I'm giving you one, tell me what's going on in your life. I'll be by your side no matter what. I promise." He said, teary eyed. He lifted me onto the counter so I was the same height as him. After all, he was a lot taller than me.

"I-I have," I sighed. "I'm broken." That was the only thing I could say. I couldn't explain it any other way.

"What do you mean?"

"I have.. Depression, Anorexia, I hurt myself, I'm bipolar." I said, the tears were forming again.

Harry's POV:

"I have.. Depression, Anorexia, I hurt myself, I'm bipolar."  Demi said, the tears were welling in her eyes. I winced at the thought.

"Demi. I had no idea." I said to her.

"It's okay. Honestly. That's the way I wanted it."

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Demi's POV:

We sat back down with the others. The pizza was here.

"You having some?" Louis asked me. Harry and Eleanor looked at me.