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

Part 12

"Chapter 10

Have you ever thought about what kind of death you would suffer? Will it be painful and slow, or so quick, that you might not even feel the pain?

It's been 11 days and I'm feeling it today, it will happen. Today I'll give up. Not having the strength to rise from the bed , my hand accidentaly pushed a glass of water on the floor, that was on the bedside table just a few moments ago. The breakable glass made such a horrible sound, that I felt like I was going to crack in half myself.

"Mom ..." I whispered . "Mom.." even quieter .

"Valentina , are you all right?" My dad asked from downstairs.

"Mommy .." I whispered and coughed . Slowly, I pulled my hand away from my wet mouth , and thinking that it might be the only left saliva in my mouth, I wiped it on my pajama trousers. I felt my feet slowly get numb. Silently, I groaned realizing that I can't or don't want to even try to move them . I opened my mouth to call my dad, but nothing came out. I felt a warm liquid running from the left ear. After gathering all the force, I tried slowly to move my hand but it didn't even budge.

"Valentina , I have heard that something just crashed." I heard my dad's voice and footsteps towards my bedroom. After a few seconds he stood outside the door and knocked quietly . "I know that you're not sleeping ." He muttered and turned the handle . I still remember that I have locked it. What the hell did I lock them? Dad tried pulling them harder. "Valentina, this is not funny. Unlock the door this instant." I swallowed the lump of saliva that was in my throat and mentally apologised to my parents that I have done this to them. " Valentina !" He shouted. I heard the slams on the door very quietly, the liquid running out of my ears, blocking out the sounds.

"Daddy ." Quietly , as if out of the ground I whispered . Suddenly the door has opened with the loudest bang and my scared dad came in.

"Oh Lord! " he screamed and stumbled to my bed.

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So, on this note, I would like to finish the story. I see no point and I don't really want to share my experiences, when the things turned out like this . Maybe others expected a happy ending , which is Harry asking me to be his girlfriend, but it wasn't like that and it will never be like this.

Of course, I would be lying if I would say that after all of this, (yes, I got shut in there, as some Doctors think, that a normal person would not try to kill themselves) Harry tried to contact me . He tried to , but not completely, because I didn't let him .

I didn't want to remind myself of the past any longer, when I nearly killed myslef . I will never probably forget my dad's face when he saw me laying in bed, dying. As I was in that hospital for the whole half of the year, I didn't finish my 11th class fully. In the hospital, as if I was a three year old girl, they heammered into my head, how to eat, when to eat and why to eat.

Also, every single day they checked my weight, and I wouldn't even lie if I said that they would pay me, if I would gain at least one kilogram.

I know that you're wondering what happened to Harry . As far as I heard , he's not wanted so much anymore. Only after one month of studying in the University, he left and now, wasting his parents' money, he is going all around the world, searching for his own luck.

You don't even know how annoyed I was when after the treatment, I would sit with my parents next to the table and they would count every single bite that I would take, still unable to believe I'm eating .

In other words, they even taught me how to eat. In fact, I kind of believed that eventually everything will return back to the old track , and I persuaded my parents to buy myself an apartment, so I can start living independently.

The first few days went quite well, until I stepped on the scales. My damaged brain thought that it's not normal to weigh 48kg at the age of eighteen, so once again, I started to feel fat and ugly. As the days passed, I saw that my hair started to come off, as I ate less, until I stopped eating.

For the sacred peace, I'll tell you - I got shut in the same hospital again and the story started all over again.

THE END "

Harry's POV

"No, no, no, no, no , no ..." I groaned and shook my head energeticaly. "No..."

"Are you okay ?" Niall stood in front of me with just his shorts . " Harry ? You know, it's not funny." He said seriously. I gasped and opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't make a sound . "Harry ?"

"She suffered from anorexia .. " I lifted my head. "Because of me."

"She?" He asked stupidly. "Because of you?"

"Not because of me , but .. Because of me .. Anorexia?" I didn't even know what I'm talking about myself.

"Your brain got overheated because of that computer." He laughed. "Come on, dress up, the concert's about to begin."