Shielded (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

Please forgive me if some of some of the facts in the story aren't true, I have no experience in working in a bakery or any cooking job at all. This is all the information I got from my family, so kick back, relax, and read the story because (spoiler alert) Harry appears in this chapter.

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Luna's POV:

I quickly walk back home, carrying my backpack on my back while listening to some of my favorite songs. When I make it home, I stop for a moment to finish the song that's playing on my phone. The song is from a band known as 5SOS or 5 seconds of summer, in which I obsess over their song She looks so perfect. Oh my god, I can't even example how much I love that song, it's always replaying in my head. Otherwise, it's usually a Little Mix song because I'm also obsessing over them.

When the song is over, I take the headphones out of my ears and detach the headphone cord from my phone. After that, I open the side door to my house which leads to the kitchen. I immediately toss my backpack on the ground, not caring where it lands. Then I exit the kitchen and head to my bedroom to get ready for my job that I'm starting today. I decide that what I'm wearing is good for work, so I skipped the step of changing my outfit and swiftly make my way to the my bathroom where I put on some light makeup. I don't put on anything too major, I simply just apply some foundation to my face and a little bit of blush.

Once I finish that, I adjust my bum that is falling out of my hair. It always annoys me when I come home from school, and the bum becomes loose which make my hair look messy. Then I look at myself in the mirror, seeing how my figure looks and if I look okay. Negative thoughts crawl back into my brain, forcing my self-esteem to lower. I take a deep breath, trying to cope with the thoughts which were consuming my mind. I decide to turn off the lights in the bathroom and head out the door so the thoughts wouldn't haunt me as much.

I calm myself down for a while which gave me enough time to flush out the destructive words that were be repeated in my head. I pace back to my bedroom to grab my satchel which contains my wallet, keys to my car, and other personal items. Then I head down to the kitchen, grabbing my phone which was laying on the table near my backpack. Before I left for work, I went to the refrigerator to get something to eat. Nothing major or big but a non-fat Greek yogurt that always fills my stomach when I was starving. I only allowed myself this because I'm working in a bakery with fatty sweets that are tempting, and I knew that it would lead to binging which isn't something I want to get into. I rather waste my calories then believing I wouldn't binge, then actually binging and costing myself too many calories. Either way, the Greek yogurt I have is 80 calories and actually quite tasty.

I pull out the first flavor I see which happens to be Strawberry Banana. Though I know it's not much, my mind blames me for eating and wasting my calories on the yogurt. It kept bothering me, but I kept eating until I finish eating the yogurt.

When I finish, I toss the Greek yogurt into the garbage can, telling myself that that is all I'm gonna eat for the rest of the day. I knew if I ate more, I would feel guilty and the harsh thoughts would come back to my mind yelling at me to stop eating. Suddenly, I felt confidence that I could accomplish anything and one of the goals that I was gonna reach was a planned low calorie intake. Before driving towards the bakery, I logged my food on myfitnesspal seeing two numbers appear on the intake screen. I proudly looked at the numbers that weren't that much, sending positive messages to my mind which made me feel bubbly inside.

After putting in my intake, I throw my phone into my satchel and made my way out the garage door where my car is in it's place. I climb into the front sit of my car and drive my key into the key hole which turns on my car. Then I put my car into reverse and head towards the bakery, which is about 10 minutes away from my house. When I was little, I would love going to this same bakery, where I would always order the cheese danish, in my opinion it tastes heavenly, but of course I can't eat them now since they make me fat. Although I can't eat anything in the store, I always love the bakery because it reminds me of great childhood memories.