All The Ways You Fixed Me [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Chapter Four

*Coryn's POV*

I sat in my room listening to Olivia, a fellow inmate at this hellhole, ramble on and on about how many calories were in the hamburger they served us for lunch alone. Sighing heavily, I rolled over onto my stomach and continued flipping through the pages in my magazine, passing another picture of One Direction. "Don't you ever get tired of that, Liv?" I asked nonchalantly, interrupting her spiel. 

"Of what?" she asked, picking at a hangnail. 

"Constantly counting calories. Always caring about what you eat. What's even the point anymore? If you continue to do it you'll never get out of here."

She stared at me blankly as if I were speaking in a different language. I sighed again. She was still a newbie, she didn't understand. But me? I'd been locked in this shit centre for five months. I completely got it. Being thin, being perfect was not worth my free will being taken away. I never realized how important the little things were until I no longer was allowed to do them.

Like painting my nails, I thought to myself as I stared down at my bitten down fingernails and chipped toenails. God, I needed a mani pedi.

I looked out the window in time to see a town car pull up in front of the building, a little red head getting out and the bobbing up the walkway towards the lobby. Smiling to myself, I picked up the magazines I had spread out across the room, attempting to clean up the little bit of things that were allotted to me. I was lucky to be able to have the magazines. I only got them because Ed was dating Lara and she was pretty fond of me.

I cleared off the rest of the bed as Lara walked by my open door and knocked on the frame. Her usually happy face seemed even brighter today. If that was even possible. Her eyes met mine and she smiled wide, giggling a little. I rolled my eyes at her and threw a pillow towards the door. 

"Ed's talking to Henry right now," she finally spilled, her words gushing and tumbling over her lips. But I heard her. Loud and clear.

I stared at her with wide eyes. The day had finally come. The one I'd been waiting for. Release day. So why was I so terrified? Why did the thought of leaving scare the living shit out of me? Both were stupid questions. Both were, also, questions we'd discussed in therapy several times and I never knew the answers.

But now, now I did. What happened if I left, went out there in the real world where I wasn't constantly monitored and five meals weren't given to me at the exact same time everyday? What if I left here only to screw up? Ending up back here and losing Ed's trust forever?

Lara must've seen the argument waging on inside of me because she gave me one of her Lara-knows-best-and-cares-about-you-and-your-health smiles and walked into the room, sitting beside me on the bed. She squeezed my shoulders tightly and gave me one of her signature side hugs. "Trust me, love, Ed knows what he's doing. He wouldn't even think about asking for you to be released if he didn't already have a plan and if he didn't think you were ready for this. He has it all under control. I promise." She kissed me lightly on the forehead just as Ed walked in.

"Well, if it isn't my two favorite princesses bonding!" he said, dramatically holding his chest and sighing happily. 

I made gagging noises as Lara rolled her eyes and kissed him on the cheek, taking Olivia with her as she left. Ed looked me over quickly, a small smile playing across his lips.

"What? You're creeping me out." I mumbled, looking away from him.

He laughed loudly, before coming over and hugging me tightly. "I've missed you so much, Rynny Bear," he mumbled into my ear.