There are no happy endings. There are only not ended (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Part 9

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"Chapter 8.

It is scientifically proven that a person can survive twelve days without eating. It's already been a week for me. Maybe, I could agree with those who say that I've gone crazy. When I stepped on the scales, the numbers seemed not to go down, but twice as much got up. I have never used make up in my life, that’s why I was going to school as if prepared for Halloween - black circles under my eyes and dry skin .

No, I don't see people as hot-dogs or chicken breasts. No, really, not. If I only smell or see a little bit of food, it makes me sick. I wasn't sure if my parents knew what was going on with me, because I always come back from school and tell them that I already ate my breakfast and lunch, and then, not allowing them to object, I lock myself in my bedroom.

It was hard to convince them that I am not hungry at dinner. I would still lie that I already ate an apple or a sandwhich, when they didn't see. Maybe, they didn't quite believe my nonsense, but I would burst into tears and tell them that they never believe me, so then the dinner subject would be over.

"Honey, are you sleeping?" I raised my head, knowing that my mum just sat down on the edge of my bed. "Can I talk to you for a second?" She was holding a handkerchief in her hands.

"Mom , I want to sleep ." I said a little too seriously and turned to the wall.

"Honey" My mother cried . "I am worried about you. Look at yourself.." She patted my hair. "The clothes are hanging on you."

"Hanging ?" Suddenly I turned around ."Mom , you don't understand anything!" I grabbed her hand . "Just look at me! Why can't I be like you?" I screamed . "Who and what is punishing me so bad? I can't pass the school corridor quietly, without hearing "Hey , look, it's fat Valentina! ". I can't eat sweets without thinking that everyting will go twice into my body, I can't wear fashionable clothes, simply because those clothes are not being made for elephants! Mom." anger turned into hysteria. "I can't be happy, knowing that every step that I make, will be laughed at! I no longer can put up with that !" I screamed . "All my life, I patiently suffered all of the bullying, but I can't anymore..." I collapsed on the floor, next to my mother's legs. "Mom, I can't do this anymore.." with one hand I hugged her leg and started crying, loudly.

"Sweetie" My mom cried with me. "Don't ever think about yourself like that" She stroked my hair calmingly. "You know how important you are to me and your dad." She kissed my forehead. "How much you are loved." suddenly the door opened. I was frozen , after the outbreak of hysteria , so I didn't raise my head and just stared at the dirty, fury carpet. I gasped ,under my nose, when I saw a few pairs of legs . They bowed and the person sat next to me. Lazily I lifted my head. It was Harry who sat next to me, with a facial expression that I couldn't read. "Honey, Harry told us everything.." My mom cleaned her eyes with a tissue. I was still looking at Harry . This time, into his eyes. Can the most desirable boy in school be sorry for a loser? Of course not.

"Get out." I said quietly . Harry looked at my mother, then back at me. I felt my mother take her hands off me and stand up. "I told you to get out, not my mother" I said when we were alone in the room . Before, I would've called him the worst names that I could think of, but now, I just sat quietly and watched his face carefully. "Your eyes are green." I said .

"They were always green." He smiled and I saw a deep dimple in his left cheek .

"You have a dimple."

"As far as I know it was like that from birth."

"I have no idea what are you doing here."

"I had no idea what was going on with you."

"Where's "bun"?"

"Now you're more like a living ghost ,not the bun . Buns are not like that. They are nice and soft."

"You do not like them."

"Yes, I do! That's why I was calling you like that!"

"This doesn't mean that I'm going to forgive you."

"And I don't expect that from you." He smiled, put a pink letter on my knees, stood up and left the room."

Harry's POV

"Why are you crying?" Lou gently poked my cheek.

"Leave me alone." I pushed his hand away and with the end of my sleeve, I cleaned my nose.