Lifestyle: One Direction

Chapter 3

A knock at my door snapped me back into the present.  My eyes were still glued to the window, but it was now a soft glow crawling through and i let out a forced sigh of relief.

I stood up and gently opening the door, i held to the handle and saw Harry standing there.

"Good to see your awake, and you made it to your bed." He said with a soft smile, it held care and concern but I couldn't help but internally flinch at kinds of affection.

"Yeah, um very familiar I guess. Is there a reason for you coming to greet me this early?" I asked a little curious

I could see it. I saw the hurt in his eyes. But the sad thing is, I didn't know what happened or what I had said to strike this pain and sadness in his eyes.

He looked me up and down, quickly like he was meeting me again for the first time. He's trying to figure out what I've become. So am I. I've seen my face in the mirror, and my body too. Its sunken and bones can be seen, my eyes hardly hold the difference anymore, more like sisters now. It's hard not to feel pity for yourself.

"Do you want to sit in here, while I take a shower? Then we can talk." I quietly asked as I watched him, his head low.

Clearing his throat he let out a low sure, and I walked in with him following where he lay on my bed, and he watched me collect fresh clothes and head to the bathroom. 

I remember my last shower, and I shuddered now. I wanted to get out as soon as possible. I let out quiet sobs, careful not to alarm Harry, he didn't need to know. I finally struggled to slip on my clothes and I walked out still drying my long hair. 

Harry was laying down his head resting on the pillow, keeping his eyes on me, and I sat beside him my back to him. I put on my socks, they were mismatched, but I've never bothered to actually find matching ones.

I felt his finger tracing my spine, it was protruding. "Pen, what happened to you." I straightened my back and I stood up flipping my hair upside down putting it into a ponytail. I walked over to the clothes basket and placed my towel in it.

"Penelope." Harry said with a uncertainty 

"Im confused." I said simply with a tone of don't reply I looked down and made hand motions like pushing my hands down while saying this. 

I finally raised my eyes to meet his, and his face was soft and his lips were tight. 

He didn't say anything so I sat back down next to him and i placed my hand on his leg.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. It really lead to nothing very anti climatic. I just needed this tiny action to collect myself.

"I'm going to go out for a little bit, I just have some stuff that I still have to do to clear myself from my old job."

"Okay, when will you be back?"

"Two hours, at the most, then maybe we can all do something?"

"I'm sure they will be down for it." He said when I turned my head and he smiled at me, and I gave a small smirk back. 

He left, and I contiued to get ready and grabbed a banana before waving good morning to all the boys and leaving. 

I walked down the street it was no later than eleven and the streets were already filled with the busy city noise. I checked my phone again, for the address and after riding the tube once, I came to a quite neighborhood. Is was about a forty five minute ways out from london and somewhere I imagine a newly wed couple would plan to raise a baby that was on the way or plan to. 

His house was neat, I mean this as the lawn was mowed, as if it was just cut and the beds of flowers were fresh and alive I almost become envious. 

I came upon the door, and it was a door with a business door, with a handwritten Welcome sign in cursive writing, I pushed the door open and came to a small anter room with small chairs, creme colored. I heard foot steps and I looked at his face, it held his wise wrinkles and his age spots. It was strangley comfortable.

"I've heard you have made the descision." He said shaking my hand.

"I have." I said with no emotion.

He lead me to a room, it was a mixture between a medical room and a therapy office. Exactly what it was suppose to be. I sat on the medical bench seat and he stood over by the table.

"You're faded." He stated

"Pardon?" I said surprised

"You aren't who you were."

"And the boys could tell, even if you've been here hours. I'm going to help you, and I would say before it gets worse, but I don't know what you went through in those months, but this feeling and way of life has been set in, in that time."

I gave them this knowingly look.

"You're all too familiar with me, doctor. I don't even know your name."

"Alage Archumbault." He gave a smile like he was meeting me again for the first time

"And who would you be?" It's like he knew what I was thinking.

He left alot of thoughts in my head. I needed to be a new person, but permenant this time. I had options, but after a few minutes of silence and looking around the room, I gave a smirk.

"I'm Diana Bails, I don't believe we've met."