broken -a Harry Styles fanfiction-

chapter three.

I looked around my room before beginning to unpack, 'it's so nice in here' I thought to myself as I unzipped my bag, looking down at it, I really didn't have a lot of things.

I heard a knock at the door just as I finished putting away my jeans, I walk over to the door and open it, suprised to find niall standing there, rather sheepish looking "uhm, hey.. Rachael.. what do you want for dinner?" he asked, speaking barely above a whisper, is he trying not to frighten me?.

I smile warmly to make him feel better, which he returns.

"I'm not hungry, thankyou though" I say, trying to avoid food as much as I can.

his facial features soften as worry spreads through his eyes, looking down at the floor before nodding and walking out, shutting the door behind him.

well, that was weird.

I decide to sneak out of my room, I wonder if they are talking about me, opening the door I tiptoe down the hall, sitting at the edge of the stairs as they talk in the lounge room.

-Niall's P.O.V-

"she's not hungry" I state as I walk down the stairs and back into the lounge room.

"what? how can she not be hungry she hasn't eaten at all today" Louis sighs.

"she's very skinny, maybe she rarely eats at all..?" harry suggests. what if she doesn't, what if she's starving herself?

"maybe she is" Liam sighs.

wait.

did I say that out loud?

"yes niall, you did." zayn laughs, I join him, our laughter filling the silence of the house.

smiling at them, I sit down on the sofa next to louis, and start thinking about Rachael.

-Harry's P.O.V-

I'm worried about Rachael. what if she is starving herself? she's so beautiful, there's no way she needs to do that. sighing, I stand up and walk to the staircase, looking up to see the blonde haired girl sitting there, eves dropping. as I clear my throat, Rachael jumped and hastily stands up, mumbling her apologies and she turns to walk away.

I see one of her shoes caught on the edge of the stairs just as she begins to fall backwards.

"Rachael!"

-Rachael's P.O.V-

I fell.

I tripped.

i'm probably going die.

I muster up the loudest scream I can and belt it out.

I feel the fright pulsing through my body as I brace myself for the hard impact, that never came.