Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Thirteen

I think I forgot to mention but Harry is/was not in 1D in this story. Also, the albums he has made are not the same ones in his real life. He has like many more albums in this story, you'll figure out more about it soon! :)))

TRIGGER WARNING: Eating Disorder

Florence

I thought things would be getting better after James' show. I had faith in myself and in Harry, I thought we were going to be fine but it got worse.

After our kiss that night I felt a lot of guilt for resisting Harry. I just didn't feel ready yet and he understood me but I couldn't help but feel bad. He definitely supported me that night, we talked for hours. We didn't really talk about my feelings and how lost I've been lately but we've been talking about lots of simple things and it felt nice. I felt relaxed in his arms and I got that feeling of familiarity back.

After that talk and eventually falling asleep in his arms, I felt like we were back on track. I felt like we were going in the right direction.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

A month has passed and while the weather was still hot and muggy there were still slight changes. Like the fact that there were more clouds and it got colder when the sunset hit.

My movie has almost wrapped up and Harry is so busy, he's about to start touring in a week.

While Harry has been living his best life, getting ready for the most exciting part of his career and I just haven't been myself.

We've continued our cycle of living next to each other. I've kept myself busy, shooting the movie but outside of work I've been taking up on jogging.

People expect me to be in perfect shape and I haven't really been since my pregnancy. I can't help but notice the smallest bump and I feel the need to get rid of it.

So I made it my mission to start eating a lot healthier and go running every day. I couldn't explain exactly why I felt that need, I just knew that I did. I started this new habit three weeks ago and I saw my body changing, but the bump was still visible in my eyes. So I kept going and going.

I was laying down in bed, vacant from Harry's warm body, and rolled over until I found my phone. I checked the time on my phone and groaned as I saw that it was past ten, meaning I had overslept for my daily run but I couldn't care less right now, I felt too comfortable.

I saw a text from Harry on my home screen and squinted my eyes as I read the text.

Would like to come to
the studio today? Mitch
been asking about you xx

I smiled at my screen, met with a small burst of energy and happiness as I texted him back.

Yeah, I'll be there
after lunch x

I threw the covers off of me and got myself ready. Before I left to the studio, I took Bono out for a walk. I still haven't gotten used to the press clinging at my feet every step of the way. Ever since our managers made an official statement about the stillbirth, there have been people lurking around the corner everywhere we go.

While the press was hot on my feet, I chose to ignore them as best as possible. Bono enjoyed himself, curiously sniffing around as his feet padded across the pavement. The fresh air did wonders for me and for the little pup. Soon enough he will be two years old and while I love to watch him become a grown dog, I can't help but feel nostalgic to the time where we first got him.

I remember how in love I was with the little pup, the minute I laid eyes on him. I remember the instant we walked into the shelter that he was the one I would be taking home. His adorable little eyes stared at me and had me captivated and even after two years of having him by my side, I still adore him.