《Louis' Depressed Girl》Chapter five: Failure
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Harry's P.O.V
I softly kissed her lips. Avoiding to much contact. She was confused about everything, speechless.
I did what I needed too. Prove to her that I care, that I'll be her Prince Charming. The one to save her from the hell she's living.
She gave a shy smile, and I gave her one back.
I jumped up and offered my hand. She places her shaking hand in mine as I lifted her up.
We walk back to the table, receiving strange looks from the boys.
"What happened?" Niall asked curiously.
"Nothing mate, she just isn't feeling well." I tell him.
Louis looks over at Mia and I, his eyes full of concern. I nod my head, I'm sure he was wanting the real truth.
His face fell, and he stared down at his feet sadly.
I help Mia sit down and hold her hand under the table, my thumb stroking
the top of her hand lightly in comfort.
Louis looks down an notices our hands. A scowl creeping on his face. He quickly looks away, anger filling his once blue eyes.
I frown at his jealousy.
I know he'll stay away though. He knows how much I like this girl.
MIA'S P.O.V
Harry's hand felt comforting holding mine, making me smile.
But my mind kept wondering off, I look at Louis and I keep thinking back to the time we almost kissed.... It's not like me and Harry were official right?
But honestly I wasn't sure about any of this. I seriously just met these boys like 2 days ago. I need to get home...
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"Harry, I'm gonna go home okay?" I tell him when we get back to his hotel room.
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"What?" He frowns.
"It was a nice few days, really." I explain. "But I need to get home."
"Please don't leave," Harry begs.
"But your famous, I'll just be a burden on all of you guys."
"But I want you with me." He frowned inching closer and closer to me.
"Harry I-" I get interrupted by Harry slamming his lips on mine, or lips moving in sync.
This kiss was 10x better than the first one. This one showed more passion and anger. I could tell because Harry's brows were knitted together, trying to persuade me to stay.
I push away and look at him.
"Is this really they way your gonna get me to stay?" I smirk.
"Why is it working?" He asks.
"Oh stop being so cheeky." I laugh, playfully punching his arm.
"Owww" he fakes.
"Oh stop." I tell him.
"So..? Will you stay? For me?" He begs again, showing me puppy eyes.
"If it gets you to shut up." I laugh.
"No but this will," he smiles leaning in closer and closer. I put my hand in between our lips.
"Hey you already got your kiss." I tell him.
He pouts.
I stand up and kiss his lips swiftly before walking over to the fridge. I look through it and find a bottle of water.
"You should eat something," Harry's voice whispers in my ear.
I shake my head softly, "Not hungry."
"Please." He begs.
"No," I tell him. "Enough begging for today."
He frowns and looks at my closely.
"Your so skinny though." His voice scared.
"Good." I mutter softly.
"Too skinny," his voice barley noticeable.
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Tears blur my eyes. My face red with anger.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK MY GOAL IN LIFE IS? TO BE ANOREXIC OR BULIMIA? I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE THIS? I wish I could take it back.... The first meal I missed.... That box of cookiesI t-threw up... I just w-wanna take it all back... But I can't." I cry. "Do you want to know what it's like to be deppressed?" I whisper.
He looks at me emotionless.
"Imagine your at the bottom of the ocean with the rest of the world, and you the only one who can't breathe. You feel like your drowning in your insecurities and your sadness...that's what all of this feels like." My voice soft. "It feels like Hell, but your still living." I break down and fall to the ground.
Harry attempts to help me up but I refuse.
"I. Can't. Take. It." My voice shaky.
"Mia I-" Harry begins but a voice inturputed him.
"Mia?" Louis calls out.
I'm shaking violently now. My breaths becoming shorter.
"Mia what's wrong?" He asked concerned.
"I-I'm fine. I just. Anxiety. Everything. Hungry. I jusssst.." I mumble my eyes getting heavy. My body aching all around, the only thing swarming through my head was when was the last meal I ACTUALLY ate? And that's when my body stopped trying.
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Okay before I get questions, no, Mia is not dead! Her body isn't doing very well because she hasn't ate in days! So Yeah. Sorry it took a while! I was t sure what to write :/ till then xoxo ~A
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