Something Great

Chapter 20:

“You know what you’ve been doing, yeah?” Zayn asked me. After Harry and I fought, Zayn decided that I needed a stern talking to about my situation but let me rest for the night. He found me the next day, waiting downstairs in the main lobby and reading a book. Now we were walking around the streets of Barcelona. “I mean you do know you have a problem, right?” he shifted his question so I knew exactly he was talking about. This had to be one of the most uncomfortable talks to have, especially with someone who didn’t understand.

“It was only until The Grammy’s,” I admitted. I didn’t know how to open up about it more because I was unsure.

“Why?” He asked, not understanding.

“To fit into the dress I bought,” I sighed. “It was a little tight when I tried it on in the store but I wanted the dress so badly. So I thought it would be easy to just loose a couple of pounds. So I ate healthier and worked out but nothing was changing. But then…” I trailed off.

“You started to skip meals,” he finished for me. “And it was faster, huh?” he asked, almost getting it now.

“Yeah, I mean I understand that it’s a problem but I finally fit into the dress that it was all perfect. I didn’t even notice how out of hand it was getting. Trust me, if I would have noticed the way my ribs looked I would have stopped but I didn’t.” That was mostly true, I mean I didn’t really take in consideration as to how my ribs were popping out. I was blinded by the weight loss.

“You have to stop, Em.” Zayn slowed his walk as he tried to beg me to stop. “I mean you were perfect the way you were before, I can’t see- no one wants to see you hurt yourself.”

“I am, I will.” I could stop, I could just go back to eating healthier and working out. The weight would hopefully keep off but I had to do whatever to make Harry look at me again. It was like he was disgusted by me, I mean I don’t really blame him. I kind of hated myself for getting this far into it. I promised Zayn that I would stop starving myself and eat healthy and work out. He promised to help me eat healthier and work out with me when he had the chance. I’m so thankful for having people like Zayn around me, who would go out of their way to help me. I’d be going crazy without all of them.


Zayn talked to Harry about our talk and Harry walked silently into the bedroom in the hotel that we were staying in. He sat down next to me in the bed, I felt the tension. Harry was so against things like this, a lot of people are. Hey, I even was. “I don’t need you to parent me,” I got out. I didn’t want Harry to play father and tell me that what I was doing was wrong and blah, blah, blah. “I already see that what I did was stupid and wrong in so many ways. I didn’t mean to upset you, it was foolish to even of thought that it would make you happier-“

“You thought that this would make me happier?” he asked, mouth dripping with distain. “You’re kidding, right?” For a moment, I had thought that I was finally as skinny as Cara. The thought went through my head uncontrollably and I felt better knowing that. It was ridiculous though. I just nodded, not wanting to tell Harry how I compared myself to his ex-girlfriend. “Well it doesn’t, at all. I can’t even believe you think I would,” he sighed. “Is that how you think of me? Weight means nothing to me, Em. I thought you knew that,” he turned to look away from me.

“Hey, no! I knew that, I did. It was stupid to even think that. I’m a girl, we all have doubts about our weight. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this…” I trailed off, not knowing what else to say to make him look at me.

“I’m sorry for making you think that being this skinny was important because it’s not,” he finally looked back at me. “I love you just the way you are and I don’t want anything to change. Your body is perfection and honestly nobody’s body could get any better than yours,” he said lifting up my chin so I was forced to look into those emerald eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I let the tears that were welling up in my eyes fall. His arms wrapped around my now small waist and it wasn’t until now that I realized I was shivering. Harry’s body heat swarmed over my body and I dug my head into his chest.

“I know you’re sorry, but you do realize that I’m going to make you eat a lot of food right now? Right?” He asked, giving me his cute cheeky smile.

“I kind of realized that,” I shrugged kissing his lips that were still formed into a smile.

“Come on, let’s go order in room service.”



After a week of eating normal (healthy), everything seemed to be back on track and I was more than happy they were. There was only one more week until the Grammys and I haven’t been able to control my happiness yet. All the guys tease me about it but I can’t help but be overly excited, this is huge for me. I mean Bon Iver was just nominated but I still it was probably the biggest thing that’s ever happened to me. “Come on,” Harry yelled at me interrupting my thoughts.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“For a run,” he started to tie his running sneakers. “You said you wanted to work out so come on,” he stood up and started to jump up and down.

“It’s freezing out Harry,” I whined. I wasn’t in the mood at all to run because I was on my period. In fact, all I really wanted was a tub of chocolate chip ice cream but I had to think about my dress. “Fineeeeee!” I groaned and got up from the couch and got changed.


On the run, Harry kept trying to start conversation but I couldn’t speak and run at the same time so I stopped and so did he. “Harry would you just shut up?” I asked, giving him a cute smile.

“Jeez, tell me how you really feel…” he joked. “Alright, I’ll shut up.” Then he finally did and I could enjoy my run without breathing even heavier than I normally would be. It was nice and quiet, the way I like runs. The scenery was amazing. As soon as it started to rain, we headed back to the hotel now laughing and pushing each other into puddles that formed into the street. No one was in the hotel rooms, luckily. Harry threw me over his shoulder and ran into the elevator and once we were in there he put me down, pushing me up against the wall. We got a lot done within the 16 floors and got off the elevator, literally sprinting to the room. “Do you have a key?” he yelled. I stopped midway and whined.

“No, OH MY GOD! Are you serious?!”

“Shit!” It was such a letdown when the elevator ride was so steamy, we just wanted to get into the shower. Harry’s face was intense, he was obviously going to find a way to get us in a shower or even an enclosed place where it was just us. “Come on,” he said pulling me to the stairwell and down a billion flights. My legs felt like jello but I was just as determined as he was so I kept up the pace. Finally, we made it down to the main floor and found the public showers.

“Harry…No way!” I stopped, pulling him back. I wasn’t about to have sex with him in a public shower where anyone could just open the shower curtain. “Way too public!” I demanded.

“Not here dumby!” He continued to pull me until we reached a door. Harry opened it and there was a room of showers but the door could be locked on the inside. How he knew about this place, I had not a clue.

“Do I even wanna know why you know where this was?” I asked, walking now.

“Eh probably not,” he mumbled.

“Ok, well now I’m curious. Why?” I asked.

“Come on, you’re ruining the moment.” He tried to pull me into him.

“No,” I laughed. “Just tell me! It can’t be that bad.”

“Fine, we stayed here last year. Remember?” he said. I thought back and nodded, completely remembering this hotel now.

“Yeah and…”

“Well, it’s where Cara and I would sneak off to...to you know…” And I knew. “Alright now that you’ve killed the mood-“

“Me?! I laughed, obnoxiously. “You’re the one who brought me to where you and your ex-girlfriend used to have sex,” I rolled my eyes…almost finding it hilarious.

“Hey, we wouldn’t be in the same shower,” he added.

“WOW! Good thing, had me worried there. You’re such a gentleman,” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

“So I’m guessing were not gonna tonight?” He asked, as if I were his mom and he was in trouble so he couldn’t go out.

“No,” I said giving him a smirk and brushing past him. I could hear him whining behind me and that was probably the best thing I’ve heard all day.

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