Never did I expect that I was going to fall in love with the guy who made me almost kill myself. ™
EXPLICIT, TRIGGER WARNING.
INCLUDES EATING DISORDERS, SEXUAL CONTENT.
Lily Collins & Harry Styles.
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First period was a blow because I felt weak and fainted. I wasn't taken to the hospital, only to the nurse, where they stared at me like freaks until I woke up. I do faint often so it was nothing new. To my luck, my dad got the news and called me right away.
"Are you okay," he panicked on the other end.
"I'm fine dad, I just haven't eaten in a few days," I admitted as I sat down on the wooden bench in the empty hallway.
"Why do you do this to yourself sweetheart?"
I sigh. "I promise you I'll get better, I just need some time."
"I'm just worried about you squirt. I haven't heard from Doctor Allan in a while, how did your appointment go?"
I didn't want to think about my appointment. To be honest with you, it scares the shit out of me thinking about leaving my dad all by himself on this shitty planet. I know I'm running out of time, and I truly do want to get better, it just seems impossible considering the circumstances.
"It went well," I lied biting my lower lip.
"That's good sweetie. How's your day going?"
"Swell," I lied once more. "How's it going in Brooklyn?"
"Pretty lonely without you. Work is getting busy, per usual."
"I promise I'll visit you when this semester ends. I get pretty homesick every now and then so it might be sooner than you think."
"Alright bud, well I have to get back to work, I love you and I can't wait to see you."
"Love you too, later dad." I ended the call as I got up and headed towards my locker. While I was walking I wasn't looking and bumped into someone. All my text books clattered to the floor.
"I'm so sorry," I apologized as I bent down and started picking up my books.
"You should really watch where your going," a familiar husky voice snapped as I looked up, cold green eyes meeting mine.
It was Dean.
"I said sorry," I defended as I stood up, holding my books close to my chest.
He looked at me up and down as his eyes stopped at my revealed stomach which showed my ribs.
His eyes softened slightly as he blinked a few times.
"What? Are you mad that you can't call me a fat ass anymore?"
"I-," he stuttered. "You-" Suddenly he couldn't speak.
I rose a confused eyebrow.
"Never mind," he said quickly, returning to his regular self again as he ran his fingers through his long auburn hair.
"Um, okay," I said as he rushed past me without saying another word.
