Still British

We walked into the dining room to see a pizza on the table. “Right, bye.” I said and turned to walk away, but something latched onto me, kept me there. “Harry? Let me go.” He just dragged me away, to have a private conversation.
“Is this why you’re so skinny?” He asked, almost angrily. I just gave him a questioning look. “Are you so skinny because you don’t eat?” It sunk in. He thought I was anorexic? Excuse me, if I was, I’d have dyed a long time ago because I’d have over exercised, along with not eaten. I told him so. He gave me an annoyed look. “I need you to eat something, darlin’. It’s not healthy. Please? For me?” I just turned away. “Well, if you’re not at dinner, why should I stay? I’ll just be leaving, then.” He said, and I heard him turn away.
“Harry.” I said after a few minutes. Nobody answered. I walked away, back to my room, and picked up my book. I wasn’t leaving for a while. I didn’t sleep for a few days, I just stared at where he’d been. He’d left me, why was I still sitting around dejectedly? I didn’t even go to marching band, and we had a show on Friday…

Notes

I'm so sorry this is so short! Can I just take a moment to geek out about One Direction's new music video - I mean, it had a marching band in it! But I wouldn't wear my pointe shoes out on the sand like that! Anyway, I'd like to stand by my questions from the last chapter - and maybe get answers for them? Please? Thank you for reading and sticking with me!
xoxo
~Stormy