"Hi mom. Shocker seeing you here."

"Oh, dear. I see you're whoring around," she eyes Harry and Niall (who just appeared, soaking wet, at the bottom of the stairs), "That's what happens when you let your children go to public school."

"They're just... friends..." I cannot believe she would choose this day, of all the days in the year, to come home, "How's Richard?"

"Lovely, as always. Dear, have you gained weight? You look like you're getting chunky. Perhaps a diet would be a good idea?" Bitch. Bitch bitch bitch.

Out of the corner of my eye I see both boys' jaws drop, and I blush deeply.

"I'm sorry mother... I'll try harder."

"That's good to hear. You should come to the gym with Richard and I. We're leaving in a half hour."

"Mrs. Deyes?" I look over to see Harry intervening, "I'm Harry. We actually have a project to work on, for biology? So I need to steal your daughter for the afternoon." Wow. Lifesaver.

"Yes, well if it's school related... Maybe you can even bring up your grades enough to get into a somewhat decent school. Try hard enough and you can do as well as your sisters! But Jamie," she looks me up and down before glaring into my eyes, "You do need to use your gym membership more often.

With that, she turns and strides down the hall and out of the house. Sometimes, when I'm alone and in a mood, I wish she was home more often. But then, she comes home and i remember why I'm so glad that she loves her boyfriend more than she loves me.

"Bitch," Niall states with an odd tone (anger?) in his voice.

"Niall!" Harry scolds him, "I see what you mean James. She is a nightmare of a woman."

Even though I know it's true, I still hate hearing stuff like that. She wasn't always like this. She was a great mom... Before my dad died. And sure, she ragged on me a lot, but it's just because she wants me to reach my full potential. This is the speech I've been giving myself since i was twelve.

"I'm not even in Biology," for some reason this is the only thing I can think to say.

"I'm starved," Niall whines, "Neeeed fooood..."

"Come on," I lead them into the kitchen and start pulling out foods, "you can have whatever you want."

I start shoving my face full of food. Food can really make a person feel better. I, of all people, know this for a fact. But after fifteen minutes of just eating and eating, I'm disgusted by myself. I just promised myself I'd get back to my goal weight, and here I am double-fisting it with cookies.

"I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back," I leave the two boys in the kitchen, slowly slipping into a food coma.

I walk upstairs and into my room. As I make my way through my closet to my bathroom, I repeat all the words I've heard a million times over the years.

You've gained weight, dear. I slam the bathroom door.

Why can't you be more like your sisters? I glance at myself in the mirror, hating what I see.

Better lose the weight, Jamie, or you'll die alone. I lean over the toilet.

Your therapy is costing me more than you're worth. I shove my fingers down my throat for the millionth time.

I don't have time now for your little issues. I'm flooded with relief as the fattening foods leave my system.

Feelings make us weak. I will not accept weak. I get up and wipe the tears from my eyes.

I will be truly amazed if you amount to anything. I carry on. As if nothing happened.

"Jamie?" I hear the British accent, "Jamie... Please come out here..."

I open the door with a smile on my face, "Hey Harry, what's up?"

"You need me to save you more than I knew..."

Notes

I kinda hated writing that because I'm in such a great mood. The movie was absolute perfection. I laughed, I cried, I sang, I danced... I fell out of my chair because Harry is just... DAYUM. The boys always say how thankful they are for us, but I don't think they understand how much they've helped us. They've saved some of us, without even knowing.

In other news: please, if you're going to comment, say something other than just "update" because it just gets a little irritating. I'll update when I can. I promise.

--JKM