Save You Tonight - One Direction

The Rollercoaster That Is Life

Everything comes to an end.

My end was so close, but somehow I was saved. My life almost came to an end with a heart attack, but I was revived and brought back to life. My relationship with Harry was coming to an end, something I didn't want to end. But like he said, maybe it was for the better.

"Daniella, get some rest. The doctor said you have to get tons of rest if you want to get out of here sooner," Liam told me gently. Only two people were aloud in t he room at a time, so Niall and Liam stayed with me.

I didn't say anything, I just closed my eyes. I didn't sleep though, I couldn't sleep. My anorexia caused heart problems, which led to a heart attack. The doctor set up therapy and I had to be monitored at all times to make sure I didn't skip meals or throw up any of it. I was so close to dying, they said. The thought still sent shivers down my spine. I didn't want to die, I couldn't die.

"Is Harry seriously out at a time like this?" Niall whispered to Liam when they thought I was asleep.

"I heard they got in a fight before everything happened, but Connor convinced him to go out with him to take his mind off of it," Liam replied.

"Connor needs to leave. He's the reason for all of this," Niall accused.

"I agree. Let's get out of here and let her rest. We'll come back before she wakes," Liam said before I fell asleep.

I opened my eyes the next morning and almost had a mini heart attack. Liam, Niall, Zayn, Louis, Harry, and Connor were all staring at me as if I were dead.

"Uh, good morning?"

Harry says something to the rest of the boys that I can't hear, but they all leave much to my disaproval. It's just me in a hospital bed and a pacing, nervous looking Harry. This seems so familiar. Deja vu much?

His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, like he's been up all night and crying, and possibly drinking. He wore the same clothes as he did as yesterday, and his curls were crazy. He collaps on the bed and englufs me in a huge hug which takes me by surprise.

"I'm so sorry, Dani," he says, and I hear him sniffle. That's all it takes for me to start sobbing.

"Me too," I whisper. I let him down, I let everyone down. "I have a problem. There's something wrong with me and I can't fix it." I say quietly.

"Shhh," he soothes me. He stroked my hair as we hug, crying in each others arms. "Everything will be fine," he repeats over and over.

I don't know how long we stay like that, but by the time we're both settled down, the doctor comes in.

"Daniella, you're allowed to leave now. Here are the prescription pills you need to take daily, take with food please. You have therapy once a week, and since you will be traveling, we will be contacting ones in the area. Here's a list of the times and locations. They will be going over meal schedules, and they always be available for you," he says in a gentle tone.

"Ok, thank you for everything, doctor," I say.

"Feel better, Daniella," he says with a small smile and leaves the room.

We go back to the tour bus, and we head to the next location. My first therapist meeting is scheduled for tomorrow morning, so I eat dinner and head to bed. Connor hasn't said a word to me since I got out of the hospital. Instead he just gives me this strange look. I check my twitter and am amazed by how much attention I've gotten. #FeelBetterDani was trending world wide and my newsfeed was filled with One Direction fans telling me to feel better.

"Thanks for all of the love. Feeling better by the second (: x" I tweet with a smile on my face.

Most people would hate therapy, but after just this one session, I felt so much better. Things were looking good in the rollercoaster that is life. The bus picks me up from the therapy offices and I head on with a smile on my face.

"How was therapy, sweeatheart?" Harry greets me, smiling. I could tell he was in a good mood.

"I realy liked it. It was strange at first, but I think it really helped me," I say.

"That's great," he says, kissing me. "And you know what else is great? We get to wander the city today, just you and me."

"Yay! Let me just put my things up and we can go."

Can I just say that Australia is beautiful? After playing around on the beach, Harry and I went to a mall. We were in Urban Outfitters, one of my favorite stores, just shopping around when Harry hands me a outfit he put together.

"Here try this on," he says cheekily. I go to the dressing room and try it on. It was a more laid back but still cute summer outfit. It was a pair of studded denim shorts, a white crop top, and a really cool triangular necklace. I walked out and modeled it for him, making weird faces and such.

"You know, even with your wack faces, you're still beautiful," he says, laughing.

I buy the outfit and we go to a local boutique next, and he picks out another really nice outfit. The outfit constisted of lace shorts and a denim shirt that tied at the bottom. I modeled it for him again.

"I think we have a problem," he says seriously and I frown. Did the outfit not look good? "Everything you try on looks good. I bet that I can pick out the ugliest outfit, and you could still look gorgeous."

I blush furiously as all worry escapes my mind. "Yea right. Give me the me horrendous outfit you can find and I'll prove it to you."

"Challenge accepted!" He begins searching the store for the worst outfit.He comes back with a sweater that looked like it used to belong to a turkey, a burnt orange maxi skirt, and a magician's hat.

"I'm so winning this bet," I say, taking the clothes and putting it on. I was right, nothing can make this outfit look good. I come out and Harry's just smiling and shaking his head.

"Nope, I was right," he say, although I can see him stiffling a laugh.

"Hey, you're lying!" We both burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay, but if it was another ugly outfit I bet you could've pulled it off," he says after our fit of laughter.

I buy the outfit he originally picked out for me and we go back to the bus since he has soundcheck and then the concert.The doctor reccomended that I shouldn't go to the concert's since he wanted me to take it easy on my heart, so that meant nothing that would make my heart work too much. When all the guys left the bus, I thought I was alone. Boy was I wrong, again.

Connor stood in the way of the TV that I was watching from the couch in the main part of the bus. I sighed, I thought he was ignoring me?

"Please move," I say boldly, although I was scared out of my mind right now.

"No," he says, moving so that he was sitting next to me on the couch. "I was wrong about you. I don't want you, and I don't know why Harry would want you either. You're pathetic, you know that?"

I grit my teeth together, trying not to show how much that really affected me.

"You're a pathetic whore, a good for nothing bitch," he says and a tear escapes my eyes.

I push him away from me. "Stop. Your words don't scare me," I lie.

A hard hand comes in contact with my cheek and before I can react a large fist hits me in the eye.

"Does that scare you now?" Connor hisses.

I'm absolutely terrified now. The rollercoaster that is life was definitely taking a turn on me now.