Harry's PoV
"Can you send her in to me today?" Simons voice purposefully held no emotion, so I couldn't tell anything about what he thought right now.

"Umm sure." I sighed, hanging up the phone.

"You told him?" Louis appeared. I nodded. "While she's gone we should tell the others." Again, I simply nodded.

"I'm gonna go tell Bella that Simon wants to see her." I mumbled and left. When I got back to my room Bella was still asleep, so I got back into bed with her and held her until she woke up.

"Morning." I smiled.

"Morning." Her voice was small.

"How are you feeling?" I felt like I was walking on eggshells. One foot wrong and everything would crack.

"I'm okay." She snuggled a little closer to me and I kissed her forehead.

"Simon wants you to go in and see him today." There was no point beating around the bush. Bella took a shaky breath.

"You told him?" She wasn't really asking, more like seeking conformation.

"Yeah. I did." I searched Bella's eyes for any anger, but there wasn't any.

"Okay. I'll get ready then." She silently walked out of the room, and I met her down near the kitchen a little under half an hour later. It was warm yet She was wearing a long sleeved top. I sighed and walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her body close.

"I love you." I promised her. She leaned back, a happy and somewhat cheeky glint in her eyes.

"Then I guess it's a good thing I'm able to tolerate you." She winked and walked to the kitchen, having a glass of water. I didn't even try to hide my smile. I knew that none of this was over and it was going to be really hard to fix things, but even little things like this showed me that the Bella I know is still there. I chuckled and ran over to her, lifting her up and spinning her around. Her head fell back and she laughed and kicked her legs. God I've missed seeing her like this, I set her back on the ground, keeping my body pressed right up against hers.

"Say that again." I dared her. She bit her lip and grinned.

"I can tolerate you. You're tolerable....I guess." She shrugged.

"Hmm.....say that one more time." My playful warning was clear as day.

"You, Harry Styles, are tolerable." For a few seconds I froze, looking into Bella's cheeky eyes. Then, quick as a flash my hands were at her sides and I started to tickle her. She started squealing and laughing and trying to squirm away from me.

"Harry!! H-Harry s-stop." She laughed and gasped.

"Tell me I'm awesome and you love me." I told her. She shook her head. "Then I'll keep doing this." I said simply and kept tickling her.

"F-fine. You're awesome and I love you." She rushed out. I let my hands drop and grinned at Bella.

"See. That wasn't so hard was it?" She scoffed and raised her eyebrows.

"I hate you." She joked. I stepped forward again and placed my hands firmly on her hips.

"No you don't." I whispered. Even though she was joking I hate hearing those words directed at me from her.

"No, I don't." She promised. I leant down to kiss her but we both jumped apart when we heard someone coming in.

"I see you two are back on good terms." Liam smiled and walked past us to get some toast. I nervously looked down at Bella but she seemed fine.

"Yea." I waited for him to go back upstairs with his breakfast before turning back to Bella.

"Now, where was I?" I smirked, leaning back in to kiss her. We again jumped back when we heard Louis walk in. He, unlike Liam, was not in a great mood.

"Morning." He mumbled. Bella instinctively started to play with her fingers. I placed my hands over hers and she looked up at me. Her eyes had lost that playfulness they had in them just seconds ago and were now replaced with nervousness. Louis turned back around to us.

"You two had breakfast yet?" Bella tensed up beside me and I shot Louis a hard glare, but his gaze was firm on Bella.

"No, not yet." I responded stiffly.

"I'll put some toast on for both of you." He turned back around and I looked down at Bella who had gone pale and her face held a very troubled look. I discreetly took out my phone and sent a text to Louis.

To Louis: What the fuck?!

He took his phone out of his pocket and gritted his teeth, sending a reply quickly.

From Louis: She needs to eat. She passed out twice in 24 hours, don't think that she won't pass out again. Did you see her eat any dinner last night? No! The last thing she ate was that pathetic little lunch that she threw up after!

My jaw clenched and as I started to reply Bella lightly placed her hand on my cheek.

"Harry, is everything okay?" No. Absolutely not. You have an eating disorder and I was dumb enough not to realise.

"Everything's fine baby." I kissed her gently before sitting down at the table, pulling her onto my lap. She leaned back into my chest and sighed.

"I'm tired Harry." I knew she didn't just mean in the physical sense. I pressed my lips to the skin under her chin before resting my head in the crook of her neck.

"I know you are baby." For now there was nothing I could do except be there for her. Once Simon tells us what to do it will all be okay. I'm 19 years old. Maybe people think 19 is older, but you don't feel it. I'm still a kid. I'm young and I have don't have experience in everything. People my age like to go around thinking they know everything, but they don't. Simon is an adult though, he'll know what to do. Once the toast popped up Louis brought it down to the table, along with butter, jam (({jelly for you Americans and whoever else calls it that})), Vegemite and Nutella. Louis smeared a think layer of Nutella onto his toast and Bella actually looked away, closing her eyes for a brief second. I grabbed the smallest piece of toast I could find and put a scrapping of butter on it, a long with the tiniest amount of Vegemite. I took a plate from the middle of the table and dragged it in front of me and Bella. I held the toast in front of her, silently begging she would take it. She hesitated, then silently took the piece of toast. I was watching her. Louis was watching her. Bella knew we were watching her. I realised how pressured Bella must feel right now and looked away from her, picking up a piece of toast and putting some Jam on it before eating it.

We ate in silence, Louis 'discreetly' watching Bella who, still sitting on my lap, was only about a quarter of the way through the piece of toast and was taking such small bites, sometimes I wondered if she got more then a crumb. Five minutes later Bella's phone buzzed and she took it out to see a notification.

ALERT: Go see Simon now.

She put what was left of the toast (maybe a little over a quarter of a piece) back on the plate before kissing me goodbye and leaving the apartment. I debated whether or not to go with her but there were so many pap and fans who loved her I knew she wouldn't do anything on the way there or back, I hope.

"You let her walk out?" I jolted slightly at the sound of Louis' voice.

"Ummm yes." I replied cautiously.

"She fucking didn't even eat a full piece of toast Harry." The aggravation in his voice was clear.

"And you think making her stay and eat it would have been the right choice?! Fuck that's not how it works Louis. Neither of us get how she feels but force feeding her isn't the right thing to do at the moment." Louis sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.

"Let's just tell the others. They have to find out we might as well tell them now." Louis said, standing up. I just closed my eyes and nodded. I still can't believe all this. I don't understand why Bella would do this to herself. I don't understand.







Bella's PoV
I walked out of the building and saw some people outside the building.

Good morning Bella
Feeling any better?
Hope you and Harry are okay.

Surprisingly I didn't hear one question or comment that was too nosy or rude.

"Um...could you sign this for me." A girl, maybe a few years younger then me, asked. I smiled and took her 'Bellanora' top. I still found it hilarious and weird that I had a fanbase.

"There you go, have a great day." I smiled at the girl and went on to sign a few more things before getting in a taxi to go meet Simon. I tapped my foot anxiously. I could feel the food inside of me, adding weight. I hated how Louis was looking at me this morning. He doesn't understand. I don't even understand.







Simons PoV
I sat in my office with my head in my hands. Bella. Bulimia. Anorexia. Anxiety. Depression. I knew something was up last time I saw her. After Harry told me I read hundreds of articles on Bella and her rumoured eating disorder. I don't understand how none of us noticed, it was everywhere. Bella to me was a daughter, niece and friend. It killed me that she was going through this. I heard a faint knock on the door and called out to come in. Bella opened the door and walked in, then stood there awkwardly, playing with her fingers.

"Bella?" She bit her lip and slowly looked up at me. There was fear in her eyes and that broke me. This girl was family.

"I...." She struggled to find the words to say. She sniffled a little as her eyes wells up with tears. "Fuck." She swore and wiped away a tear shaking her head.

"Come here." I pulled her into my arms and she started to cry more. I don't understand why she would do this to herself.





Louis PoV
"What?" Liam and Niall sat there, shocked at what we had just told them. After explaining to Eliza over the phone what we knew and telling her to come over (she still wasn't here), we had finally told Niall and Liam.

"No." Niall shook his head.

"Oh fuck." Liam gritted his teeth.

"Where is she now?" Niall asked.

"She's with Simon."

"Where do we go from here?" Liam asked.

"We're still figuring that out." I muttered.

"How did we not notice?" Niall sighed. Silence.

"Harry, how didn't you notice?!" Liam suddenly said. I raised my eyebrows and looked at Harry who had hurt all over his face. "You see her with out clothes on all the time how did you not notice." Liam's voice became more accusing and loud. Harry stood there, shocked and at a loss for words. Niall's face became hard and I could tell he was about to say something similar to what Liam said.

"Hey back off him." Zayn snapped at Liam. "None of us noticed. It happened over time. You know why the fans noticed? Because they look at picture of her from months ago and then pictures from now and they see the difference. None of us noticed so don't go blaming Harry." Liam and Niall mumbled apologies and Harry nodded. I sat down on the couch and sighed.

"I should have known." I shook my head. "I knew something was going on." I muttered.

"Lou don't beat yourself up, you couldn't have know any more then the rest of us." Harry tried to reassure me. I shook my head.

"No, I knew something was going on." I whispered.

"What?" His voice was cautious and nervous, not wanting to assume the worst.

"Before we went camping.....Eliza, she said to keep an eye on Bella. She knew something was going on but eventually she dropped it. I saw her looking at pictures and in some ones from a few years ago Bella was so thin, close to how she is now. I heard the pap asking her about her weight and I noticed her skipping meals and cutting down on her food. I saw how thin she was getting, I didn't want it to be true but I knew something was going on." I admitted, ashamed and guilty.

"Tell me you're joking." I could practically see smoke fuming from Harry's ears as he tried to keep his composure.

"I'm sorry Harry. I didn't really know what was going on I swear but I knew it was something. I'm sorry." I was to ashamed to meet Harry's eyes and honestly a little frightened.

"So you're telling me that you just sat back and watched while my girlfriend re-developed an eating disorder and whatever other shit is going on right now. While I failed to see anything, you actually saw it and you didn't do anything. Are you fucking kidding me!" His volume and anger rose with every word. I stood up and faced him.

"Look Harry-" I never got to finish what I was saying because Harry's fist collided with my jaw.

"You bastard!" He screamed at me, knocking me to the ground and throwing punch after punch at me while I attempted to push him off. The others tried to get him off but somehow in his rage he managed to overpower all four of us.

"Harry-fuck-I said-I'm sorry-get off!!" His eyes held almost no green and his fists were moving at a rate of their own.

"Harry Bella wouldn't want you to do this." The second Niall said Bella's name Harry froze. He blinked a few times, his eyes turning back to their usual colour, before he got off me, he didn't apologise, nor did he yell at me. He just sunk down on the couch with his head in his hands. We all stood there for a minute, not exactly knowing what to do. Then suddenly the door flung open, revealing Eliza.

She had tear stains on her cheeks, her eyes were red and swimming with tears. She looked lost, broken, shocked and just sad. We looked at her, everyone waiting for someone to say something. I took a breath and stepped forward, opening my arms. She bit her lip harshly and ran over to me, crying into my chest while I gently told her everything would be okay, hugging her tightly.

This has all been incredibly hard for me so I can't even imagine what Eliza is going through right now.

"I-it's my fault L-Louis it's my f-fault I should have know I-I should have seen it its my fault." She sobbed and my face immediately hardened.

"No don't you dare blame yourself for this it is not your fault at all and you shouldn't have seen it. You know how Bella is she's so good at hiding things she could get aware with murder. Don't you dare blame yourself for this Eliza it is absolutely not your fault." I told her sternly.

"She's my best friend. She's my family, blood doesn't matter Bella is my family. I-I can't believe this I don't understand why she would do this to herself again I don't understand Louis." She shook her head as tears streamed down her face. It was so unusual to see Eliza cry and I knew the other guys were all a little awkward about seeing her, who is usually so strong, cry.

"I know. I don't understand either. She'll be okay though. She will be okay."





Bellas PoV
"You should get home to Harry, you've been gone for a while I'm sure he wants to see you." Simon walked me to a car and told some guy who worked for him to drive me home. "Just go home and get some rest sweetie. We'll figure everything out, just get some rest. And call me if you need anything." He kissed me on the top of my head before ushering me into the car.

"Thankyou Simon." I gave him a small smile which he returned before closing the car door and watching as the car drove away. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I could still feel the food inside of me, digesting and adding weight to me. In the back of my mind I knew that I hadn't actually eaten much, but I hadn't eaten that much without throwing up for a while and I could still feel it in my stomach.

"Miss, we're here." I sat up and looked out the window and sure enough we had already arrived back home. I thanked the driver before getting out of the car. I smiled and waved at the pap and fans and everyone, quickly walking past them and going inside the building, taking the stairs up to the apartment. As I reached the top the elevator doors were closing but I didn't catch a glimpse of who was inside.

Hesitantly, I walked into our apartment and all eyes turned to me. I guess they told Liam and Niall. I stood there awkwardly while everyone stared at me, until Harry shot not so subtle glares at the others and they all averted their eyes.

"Hey. You okay?" Harry walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, guiding me to the couch and pulling me onto his lap.

"Yeah I'm good." I leaned into him and we sat there in a comfortable silence.

"We told Eliza." He said suddenly and I tensed up.

"Oh." I managed to squeak. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"We'll figure everything out, okay? I promise."

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"I'm gonna go have a shower." I whispered to Harry, climbing off his lap and leaving his room to go to the downstairs bathroom. I closed the door and started to take off my clothes until I was standing there, in only my underwear.

"Shit." I mumbled to myself, feeling all of the thoughts flooding back in. I tried to push them away and think of Harry but my head was screaming at me. Too fat! Not worthy of Harry! Ugly! Fat! Stupid! Horrible! Fat! Fuck. It's the eating disorder talking. I told myself. Just the eating disorder. I turned away from the mirror and tugged at my hair. My hands started to shake and I shook my head, terrified by myself.

"Make it stop." I whispered to myself. You're ugly. No I'm not. You don't deserve Harry. Yes I do. You should be dead. No I shouldn't. You're fat. No I'm not. Kill yourself. No. The world would be a better place without you.

"Make it stop make it stop!" I ran to the draw and punched in the passcode, finding a razor and pulling it out, holding it to my arm. "Don't do it Bella don't do it." I pleaded with myself. "Put it down, put the razor down, do it for Harry." My whole body shook with panic and fear of myself. I'm going crazy. My body shook with a single sob and the razor slipped, digging into my skin. I gasped and watched the blood trickle from the small slit. "Stop it Bella stop it." I dragged the razor across my arm.

"This is for being fat." I moved the razor and cut my arm again.

"This is for hurting Harry." I moved the razor again, slicing it along my skin.

"This is for being fucked up." Another cut, parallel to the others.

"This is for being ugly." There was no pain, just a burning sensation that bought numbness.

"This is for existing." I cried out quietly in pain, digging the razor so deep into my skin, blood pouring out.

"This is for not being good enough." My hand shaking wildly, I brought the razor to my skin, cutting my arm over and over again until there was no where else to cut, my arm covered from hand to elbow in red horrible cuts. I sobbed and sunk down to the shower floor, blood smeared on the wall as I went down.

"You stupid bitch. You stupid stupid bitch." I looked at the razor in my hand. "What did you do? Bella you stupid silly girl." I shook my head and threw the razor across the room, watching hopelessly as it bounced off the walls, leaving splatters of blood all over the bathroom. I cried. I sat there and cried, blood everywhere. Blood from my arm dripped all over my body, all over the shower floor. I hugged my knees to my chest and cried as blood soaked through everything.




Harry's PoV
I took out my phone and scrolled though twitter, flicking through the hundreds of thousands of comments asking about Bella. Then the time caught my eye. Bella left to have a shower over 10 minutes ago. Why haven't I heard the water running? Before I could even form a proper thought I jumped off my bed and ran down stairs to the bathroom.

"Bella?!" I frantically pounded on the door, the second I stopped I heard Bell crying from the other side of the door. I turned the handle and thanked god she had left it unlocked. When I opened the door I saw blood. So much blood. Blood splattered in patches on the walls. Blood on a razor on the floor. Blood dropped on the floor. Blood smeared on the shower wall. Blood soaked through the bra and panties Bella was wearing. Blood on every inch of the shower floor. Blood covering Bella. Blood gushing out of her arm. Blood everywhere.

"Oh shit Bella." I crouched next to her and lifted her arm from where it was wrapped around her knees. There were cuts all up her arm, one particularly deep and bleeding heavily.

"Make it stop make it stop...." Bella tugged at her hair painfully hard and her eyes were squeezed shut as tears streaked down her cheeks. I knew she wasn't talking about stopping the blood. She was talking about whatever was going on in her head.

"Okay you're gonna be just fine Bella." I hurriedly told her. "LOUIS!" I screamed out to anyone who would listen. "C'mon, here." I grabbed a hand towel and wrapped it around her arm. She cried out in pain but at that point I just knew I needed to stop the bleeding. Her skin was unnaturally pale and her body was already weak, I didn't even want to think about how dangerous this amount of blood loss was. I heard running footsteps and Louis appeared in the doorway, gasping as soon as he saw Bella.

"Oh god what happened?!" He looked into Bella's eyes but it was like she was in a daydream and didn't realise we were there.

"She cut herself, what does it look like! Lou you gotta call someone she's lost too much blood!" He ran out of the room and I faintly heard him talking on the phone. I carefully lifted Bella out of the shower, leaving a massive pool of blood in the shower. I laid her down on a towel and pressed down on her arm in the hopes that the pressure would stop the bleeding.

"H-Harry?" She looked around, but I knew she wasn't really conscious and lucid. Her skin further paled as her blood leaked quickly from her arm.

"Yeah baby I'm here you're gonna be okay, we're gonna help you it'll all be fine you just gotta hold on for a little longer okay. Promise me that. Promise you'll hold on for a little longer, okay?" I begged, tears falling from my eyes.

"I-I promise." She coughed.

"Good girl. You just hold on and you'll be fine. I love you. You can't leave me because I love you. I love every little thing about you so you can't leave me because I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my everything. You are my world. I love you. So you gotta hold on because I love you."

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Harry cried at the sight of his beautiful girl, so broken, slipping away from him. In hearing his words Bella tried to hold on. She held on, looking into his eyes. She weakly squeezed his hand, assuring him that she was holding on. Within minutes the apartment doors flew open and people came running into the bathroom. Louis had called Simon, not entirely sure who to call, and Simon handled it. So now, tending to Bella were three doctors, while two psychiatrists stood by Simon, waiting. By now the rest of the boys were all panicked and at the door of the bathroom. Harry had refused to let go of Bella, so Zayn and Liam were forcefully holding him back with as much strength as they had.

"Her pulse is weak. She's lost a lot of blood. We need to seal the wound on her arm." The doctors mentioned many medical words that the others didn't understand.

"So we get her to the hospital?" One of the doctors looked to the others, unsure.

"Are you fucking asking a question?! Oh my god are you serious get out you dumbass let someone who's not a dipshit help her." Harry screamed at the doctor, horrified that he was not absolutely sure on what to do.

"We can't wait until then. We have to seal the wound now." The doctor said while Harry screamed at the doctors and fought against Liam and Zayn, trying to tell them that he needed to help Bella. Apparently the anaesthetic had somehow not been put in the portable equipment, so Bella squirmed and whimpered in discomfort as her arm started to be stitched up.

"Stop it you're hurting her!" Harry pleaded with everyone, but they just looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

"Harry they have to, she's lost too much blood they need to stitch her up." Zayn tried to reason with him.

"Just let me hold her hand. Please you have to let me hold her hand." He begged. Everyone exchanged looks before they let Harry go. He ran over to Bella and held her hand from her right arm, it had no cuts yet it was still covered with blood.

"Okay Bella I'm here hold my hand." Harry didn't care that everyone was watching him. He didn't care that he had Bella's blood all over him. He didn't care that Bella was practically naked in front of all the others. He didn't care. He only cared about her and that she would be okay. She has to be okay. She's my Bella. She has to be okay. He told himself.

"H-hurts. It hurts Harry." She whimpered. Seeing her like this made Harry feel like someone was stabbing him in the heart, over and over again.

"I know it does baby. You just gotta hold on for a little bit longer, I promise, then it'll be over and you'll feel better. Just a little longer. I promise just hold my hand and look at me and it will be over soon." Tears fell from Harry's eyes as he held on tightly to Bella's hand and she looked up at him. All the others averted their eyes and looked down at there feet, waiting. Time passed and finally the doctors gently placed Bella's arm down.

"The cut is sealed, physically she should be okay once she's cleaned up if you get enough fluids into her. It may help if we put some donor blood into her but-"

"No." Harry cut them off. "No more blood. Just leave. Thankyou for saving her but please just leave now." The doctors nodded, not wanting to further upset Harry, before standing up, gathering their equipment and having a quiet word to Simon. Then they left and a silence fell upon the room. Bella was still barely conscious.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Her small voice startled everyone expect for Harry. Harry was just relieved.

"That's good. You're gonna be okay." Although he was still crying the smile on his face was wide.

"Can I go to sleep?" She asked. Harry nodded.

"Yeah you can. Go to sleep, get some rest. I love you." He kissed her before she closed her eyes and fell unconscious, her body very much needing the rest. Another silence fell upon the room as everyone stood there, all eyes focused on one thing. The blood.

"Mr Cowell I suggest we clean up Bella before discussing where we go from here." The female psychiatrist spoke quietly so Harry would not hear. Simon nodded sadly before walking over to Harry.

"Harry we gotta clean all this blood." He spoke quietly and softly.

"O-okay." The others all disappeared before returning with towels and buckets off water, slowly cleaning the blood from the bathroom until every surface apart from Bella, Harry and a small area around them was free of blood. The blood that had absorbed into her undergarments was slowly dripping onto her body, making it impossible for the blood to be just wiped off.

"Someone go to her room and get the most comfortable clothes you can find." Harry mumbled. Niall went and then came back with a pile of clothing. He set it down on a clean patch of floor.

"Here ya go Haz." Everyone was treading on eggshells, nervous about pushing Harry. He was already fragile enough. Harry looked at the clothing then up at the others.

"Everyone out, now." He told them. "I said get out!" He shouted, scaring even Simon. They all left and Harry laid down next to Bella.

"What are we going to do?" He whispered to her. He very gently lifted her up so she was leaning on him, before removing her underwear and getting a washcloth, cleaning off all of the blood from her. There was so much blood. It took him a good 15 minutes before the blood was gone from her body. He lifted her onto a clean towel and carefully dressed her. Harry wiped the tears from his face, watching Bella as her chest rose and fell at an even rate. He picked her up, careful to avoid getting any more blood from his top onto her. Harry walked out of the bathroom and carried Bella past everyone, up to his room, laying her in the bed comfortably before changing into some clean clothes and going back downstairs.

Everyone stared at him expectantly when he entered the room.

"What?" He blinked. Multiple sighs could be heard. After close to five minutes the male psychiatrist decided to talk.

"So we have a few options here. Reading the notes of Bella's previous physiologist, I can give my recommendation on what I think is most beneficial for Bella but ultimately the choice is up to you. However if we feel you make a choice that will be significantly unhelpful for Bella we are able to step in and can overpower you." He spoke in a firm but understanding tone.

"What are our options." Simon asked, his face helpless.

"Well we can set Bella up with regular visits to a psychiatrist or physiologist, however we feel that would not be enough. There is the option of transferring Bella to a rehabilitation centre that specialises in eating disorders and possibly depression and/or anxiety, depending on what an assessment of Bella's current health shows. There are other options we can discuss, however after studying Bella's file, we highly recommend having her admitted to either a the psychiatric ward of a hospital or a very minimal security psychiatric facility. Now we can easily get Bella into some great places-"

"No." Harry cut the man off harshly. "No. No psychiatric facilities. They're for crazy people for gods sake not someone like Bella. Jesus she's already insecure enough what do you think putting her into one of those places will do to her! No. No crazy people building where she'll be surrounded by people mentally insane. No. You're not doing that to her." Harry was certain on this. He didn't care what Bella's files suggested, he knew her like no one else did. It had taken him a while to realise what Bella had been trying to tell him for weeks. He knew her. Bella wouldn't do well in a psychiatric facility.

"Mr Styles we are not specifying a psychiatric facility, in fact we are pushing that you admit Bella to a hospital with a well developed psychiatric ward. We are confident that with a little time Bella will well adjust and be able to recover in a comfortable environment for her." Using the most reassuring voice, the psychiatrist tried to comfort Harry, but he wasn't having it.

"No!! No you can't take her away from me!" He started to panic.

"Harry we're not taking her away from you-" Simon was cut off by Harry who was growing more agitated by the second.

"No! She can stay here with me. I'll help her get better. I'll take her to therapy I'll do everything I need to do just don't take her away from me please I need her you can't take her away from me I'll do everything. I'll help her I promise I will do everything just please don't take her away from me please." Harry begged them, his eyes frantically searching the faces of everyone else as they sympathetically watched him as he broke down. The clock continued to tick as Harry fought against all the others, begging that they 'don't take her away from him'. Time passed before Liam finally spoke up.

"Where is Bella right now?" He asked.

"She's sleeping in my room." Harry muttered before going back and fighting against the others. Liam started to walk away, unnoticed by the others, his intention to check on Bella. What he didn't expect was to see her sitting, crouched down in the hallway, nervously biting her nails. Her bandaged arm was covered by a hoodie and her face had gained some colour to it.

"Bella?" Liam's voice startled Bella, and her head snapped up to look at him. Bella didn't respond, she just bit her lip and stared at Liam, afraid that he would start yelling. Liam had no intention of yelling though. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. Bella leaned on him as they continued to eavesdrop. Bella had been listening the whole time. Regular therapy. Admittance to a psychiatric ward. Rehabilitation centre. Bella listened quietly as Harry begged for them to let Bella stay with him at home. It hurt her so much listening to him. The thoughts in her head were loud and terrifying, but the loudest voice, the one that stood out from the others was the one telling her to hold on. To fight all the voices in her head. To beat this. For him. To hold on for Harry.


She loved him and he loved her. To him, it was that simple. They loved each other so they could get through anything. He would stick by her and do what ever she needed. However to her, things were a little more complicated. She loved him so much but she was constantly beating herself up. She couldn't figure out herself and she didn't understand why he loved her. She loved him and he loved her. She wished she could see it so simply. She wished, that just for this, she could see it all in black and white. They loved each other, love conquers all, right? That's what all the books and movies and everything taught her. Yet she couldn't see that, she saw a million shades of grey, not black and white. He saw it in black and white. They loved each other, love conquers all. That what all the books and movies and everything had thought him. He didn't see the million shades of grey because at the end of the day, they loved each other and that was all that mattered to him.

Notes

I know it's been a week I'm so sorry. It was the last week of term 1 so I had tests and assignments due and everything was due so I was doing a lot of homework and couldn't find the time to write so I'm sorry.
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