"I'm just sorry, for ever letting myself think I deserved to be happy"
Harry changes into someone he doesn't even recognize. He changes into a boy named Marcel in hopes of feeling what he thinks he deserves.
Miserable.
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"I like chicken too you know"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I like a lot of food. It loves me back too"
"That's nice"
"But I live for Nando's. I could eat it for like, ever."
"Cool"
"What's your favourite food Mar-"
"Niall, shut the fuck up would you? His life doesn't revolve around food like yours does"
I can't help but let out an amused chuckle as Niall looks at me sheepishly. "Sorry" he apologises as he continues to sit on the bench lift pretending to actually work out. It had been around about an hour since I'd managed to get each of them a membership and from then, Niall had been in that exact same spot just talking to me about the most random things, mostly food.
"No, no, it's fine um" I attempt to take the embarrassment off him. "Don't lie to me. I already know how annoying I am. Its fine" he shrugs and lightly laughs at me. "Oh. Okay then" I laugh at his straight forwardness.
"Hey, you didn't need to admit that I'm annoying" he huffs, looking over to Zayn and Liam who just shrug, smiling at him as he gets even more defensive of himself. He glares and then gives of a little evil smile that has all of us raising eyebrows in suspicion. "I'm never going to give any of you" he points to Liam and Zayn "my secret chocolate again!" He exclaims proudly as if he had just said the best idea ever.
Zayn snorts, putting the weight back down beside the bench press. "We don't even like it. Its fucking disgusting".
"I know right" Liam laughs as they high five each other. "I just throw it away when he's not looking" he laughs, laughing even more when Zayn tells him he does the same thing.
I watch the exchange with a smile on my face as I run on the treadmill. I'd been on here for the last half hour because I mostly did weights in the morning and didn't want to out do myself. My forehead was grazed with sweat but I wasn't out of breath, well not really. I was supposed to be working but Brad insisted that I stay with them for a while, help them if they needed. Although I'm pretty sure he just wanted me to socialize more.
I didn't mind it though. They kept my mind off of the reality of my life. I didn't think about how shitty it really was when all I could think about was thoughts that didn't relate to depression. I told myself I would let myself be around these guys if the situation didn't revolve around them having pity or concern over me. Right now, it didn't. Sure, I wasn't talking much, but they shouldn't have expected me to really. They reminded me of what I should be feeling constantly - normalcy - so I went with it.
