Penelope (Harry styles/ Dark)

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Penelope's p.o.v:

I woke up to a rainy day in New York City filled with people holding their umbrellas so tightly, so scared that it might just slip out of the grasp of their hands. The perks of living in a mansion is definitely the way the windows are built so I can see over the city.

I checked my phone for the time seeing it was only 8:00am.
I slipped out of bed and went into my restroom to wash my face. I grabbed my favorite face wash to use in the morning, Cetaphil: Daily face was cleanser. I rinsed the face wash off of my face.
As I dabbed my face off with a face towel, I began to get out my toothbrush and toothpaste from the mirror that rests on my bathroom mirror.

After I got done brushing my teeth, I turned on the hot water for my shower and let it heat up.

I stared at myself in the mirror, silently pointing out every single one of my flaws hoping that they would disappear as well as myself. Then maybe my father wouldn't have to deal with always having to protecting me. I stare at my fat stomach wishing I was skinnier, even though I get told that I have a model's body. I just don't see it. I don't think I ever will.

I get in the shower letting the heat vaporize, as the hot water hits my back like raindrops. I think of what I'm having for breakfast, hoping that it is an easy meal to scarf down just to throw it right back up.

I stay in the shower for an extra 30 minutes until the water got cold. I get out feeling the breeze from the shower and get a towel to wrap around me from the cupboard that holds many other towels and extra sheets and things of the sort.

I wipe my down the droplets of water on my skin and threw the towel in the basket along with my dirty clothes. I grab my white lace thongs with my white matching bra and slipped them on quickly.

Afterwards, I go to my closet that is connected with the bathroom to look for something to wear for morning brunch that I was trying to avoid as much as possible.

I finally find a black shirt that shows a little bit of my midriff  with the writing on it saying "90's babe" with grey sweatpants. I put on my Fitbit and grabbed my phone before I left my room.

As I'm exiting my room I see my guard outside my bedroom door. " hey Andre, how's your morning going so far?" I asked him.

"It's going quite lovely, knowing that you're safe and protected as your dad's orders." He responded back. I gave him a small smile with a pat on his shoulder and left his vision as I continued to walk downstairs into the long hallway that led to the huge kitchen that came with this stupid mansion.

I saw my father and mother  sitting on one of the breakfast stools with 4 guards by them, which I found very annoying and unnecessary as I rolled my eyes, which my father caught immediately of course.

"P, do not roll your eyes at me and your mother. Come sit down and have a proper breakfast with us.", he said not really given me much of a choice.

I of course obliged, "Sorry father, it won't happen again.". They want me to be the perfect little daughter but little did they know. I can either tell them what I really think/ feel or I can be a good daughter and still be in this room and not moved to a psych ward.

As I sat down, my mother grabbed me a plate and put eggs, toast, and strawberries on it as well with a fruit parfait in a glass bowl with blueberries on top.

Eh, kind of easy to purge right up, I thought in my head.

I ate my food in silence on my phone scrolling through my Twitter feed, hoping to see something that'll take my mind off of my disturbing thoughts. I look thought scrolling until I found something that immediately took me away from my surroundings. I put my headphones in and just listened to it.