One Step Closer

Chapter 3.

Chapter 3.

Saturday 7th June 2014;

Holly's POV:

I slowly open my eyes. I'm curled up in a ball on my bed completely wraped in my duvet. I'm faced towards the wall. I lay there for a minute and stare at the flowery wall paper.

I roll over and notice that Harry is gone, But the bed's still warm so he can't have gone far. I slowly get out of bed, rub my eye's and have a big stretch and yawn.

Then I smell bacon, So I go downstairs still half asleep and walk into the kitchen.

I look over to see Harry cooking bacon and pancakes, He looks at me and his eye's light up.

"Morning sleepy head" He smiled.

I just grunted at him and rubbed my eyes again.

"I made us breakfast" He says, But in a way too happy tone, How can a person be so happy in the morning?

I walked over to the table and sat down. Harry brang my breakfast over on a plate. Bacon and minni pancakes drenched in maple syrup.

Then he sat down with his and we started eating.

"Last night was fun" He laughed.

"Yeah, I guess" I said with absolutely no enthusiasm.

Then I heard the front door close and Sophie stumbled into the kitchen. Me and Harry both turned to look at her.

She looked at Harry in shock and raised her eyebrow.

"Oh, what are you doing here?" She asked him.

"I stayed the night" He explained.

She looked at him completely puzzled. "Oh right?" She questioned.

There was a silence. I looked at her face and realised why she was so confused."Oh wait...hold on, it's not what you're thinking! He only stayed because all of the other girls stayed out and I didn't want to be in the house alone"

Her face relaxed and she slapped her hand over her eyes."Oh right that makes sense" She laughs.

"So how was YOUR night then?" I questioned changing the subject.

"It was brilliant. I had lot's of fun...if you catch my drift?" She explained whilst winking at me.

Me and Harry laughed.

"Well I'm going to bed as I am exausted" She said whilst eyeing up my food. She walked over and nicked a slice of my bacon.

"Yum" She said whilst picking the slice up, then walking away and disappearing upstairs.

Me and Harry just laughed. We gazed at eachother for a few seconds.

"Why don't we do something today?" He suggested.

"But you have a concert tonight, don't you have to rehearse?" I say.

"Nah, we know what we're doing" He laughed.

"Okay fine, what should we do?" I ask.

"Erm...what about paint balling?" He suggested.

"Fine" I roll my eyes.

"Okay, go get ready then" He smiles.

I'm upstairs in my room staring at my body in the mirror. I hate my body why can't I be one of those beautiful tall girls with skinny thighs and just look completely perfect all of the time? All of those girls seem to be considered 'perfect'. I look at magazines and walk past shops seeing all of these skinny models showing them selves off. I always think the same thing to myself. There are complaints about eating disorder's becoming more common, but then these girls are symbolised to be perfect. No wonder these disorders and girls being so insecure about themselves are becoming so common and such a huge issue.