Diana (a Harry Styles Fanfiction)

chapter 3

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Diana's POV:

I head up stairs after I set the table, but quickly head back down due to the knocking on the door. "Diana open the fucking door!" My dad screamed. I hurry the open the door in time before he screams again.

I open the door to reveal a tall boy, his I'm assuming sister, and their mother, standing with their hands together looking at me sheepishly. "Come in." I say with a forced smile.

They huddle in the house as I step aside. My mom had just finished making tacos and was putting the dish on the table. I quietly sat down in one of the chairs and stared at my plate.

I felt someone staring at me making me uncomfortable. I look up just in time to meet the gaze of a pair of green eyes.

He quickly looks away and he grabs a taco to put on his plate. "Diana honey, aren't you going to eat?" My mom asked trying to be nice in front of the guests.

I don't eat. I started a fasting where I only ate breakfast a month ago. My mother chose just now to notice. " No. I'm not hungry." I lie. I can tell this makes her furious, but she chooses not to say anything.

I just can't make myself eat. Every time I chew I think ' failure'. I don't want them to take much notice of it though so I just eat breakfast.

I feel the boy staring at me again. I just now notice that he is seated right next to me. " Hi. I'm Harry." He smiles. I take notice of the dimple on his left cheek.

" I'm Diana." I whisper trying not to be to loud. He smiles again and takes a bit of his taco.

"So, where did you guys move from?" My dad asks as he creases his brow. " We moved from Poynton." Their mother responded. (A/N I LOOKED THIS UP!!) " Ah, that's only 14 miles away why such the short move, Anne." My mom questioned.

"Well we just needed a change, I mean we have been living in that house for about nine years now." She noted.

"Yea I guess everyone needs a change once in their life." My mom agreed. I look down at my untouched taco. I feel Harry nudge me. "What?" I question. " Why aren't you eating?" he asks while raising his brow. "I guess I'm just not that hungry tonight." I lie. I can tell he knows something up, but he doesn't question it.

I play with the golden colored bracelets on my wrist. I wore them so no one would see my fresh cuts and scares. "Excuse me." I say as I rush towards the bathroom. I quickly lock the door and heave in the toilet. I hold my hair up away from my face.

I feel hot tears on my face as a heave again. I didn't mean for this happen. I didn't mean for this to become a normal thing, but it did. I now can't help my self. The only thing I can't hold down is cereal and that's only in the morning. Every time I look at food I just want to heave.

Maybe, Just maybe, I can survive. Maybe if I try hard enough I can't find something to strive on long enough to survive. I hear an loud knock on the door. I quickly unlock the door and open it to reveal Harry. "Um... I need to use the bathroom." he sayings while rubbing the back of his neck. "O-Ok." I stutter. I start to walk out the door, but have way down the hall I remember I didn't flush the toilet.

I curse under my breath and start to head back, but then realize that it too late. He's already shut the door. fuck.

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A/N: hey imaginary readers I wish I had!! soooo I left a cliffhanger. how do you like that?! hopefully you do otherwise I'm just a bully ;( SOO comment and vote if you want!! I love to hear how my story is, or any questions

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