Harry Styles Fanfic - Alex breaks up with Harry but Harry doesn't take it well. He doesn't want too lose her. He becomes obsessed with Alex and takes it too extremes.


62. Chapter Sixty-Two

I quickly stripped off and jumped in the shower, washing off all of the dirt and grease that clung to my body and replaced it with the sweet smelling aroma of coconut. I washed my hair with my favourite shampoo and conditioner, Pantene. I loved the smell of it, and Harry also.

I quickly rinsed off seeing as I was already pushing for time being in here for 35 minutes already. I've always loved long showers, just being able to have time to yourself and think about life and able to make decisions about the future. It's relaxing.

I decided it was time to get out and get ready to leave. I huffed turning the shower off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my body and stepping out of the shower.

I walked out into the bedroom and rummaged for clothes which we're pretty much non-existent as Harry had already packed them. The only clothes he left out for me was a large purple jumper and some dark, ripped denim skinny jeans, along with some girly boxers and a bra.

I pulled the bra on and clipped it up. My usually perky C cup breasts had decreased to a depressing A. I placed my hands in the bra where my flesh would have usually filled the now empty space and sighed.

A flash of inspiration hit me and I walked back into the en-suite and unravelled some toilet paper. I brutally shoved it into the empty spaces and brought my breasts back up to a C. I smiled at my stroke of genius and walked out with a bounce in my step.

I pulled on the jumper and jeans and searched for my make up. Fuck. He had already packed it. I pretty much ran over to the other side of the room to my pink floral suitcase and tried to unzip the bulging bag. I didn't want to open it all the way just incase I couldn't close it back up. After rummaging about plainly relying on the sense of feel instead of sight, I found the little bag and yanked it out.

I ran back over to the mirror and hurriedly pulled everything out. I wasn't going to do full make up, just the basics. Foundation, concealer, eyeliner, mascara and pressed powder all made the cut and I put the rest back into the bag. I first applied the foundation, followed by the concealer, pressed powder, eyeliner and lastly mascara. I squeezed all of the excess water out of my hair and onto the floor, quickly plugging in the hair dryer and switching it on. It took a good 20 minutes to dry my hair, well, make it become slightly damp, considering my hair falls halfway down my back. I twisted it and clipped it up, not bothered about doing anything spectacular with it.

The rumble of laughs, shouts and music echoed from downstairs to up and into the bedroom. I quickly re-applied some more mascara and shot up, squishing the little bag back into the over flowing one and zipping it back up.

I brushed myself down and took a deep breath. I was nervous, yet exited. This was only my second time i had flown, the first being to go and watch them perform at MSG - and I hated the whole plane ride there. Hopefully they'll remember how scared I am and spare me a bit of sympathy.

I pulled on my socks and walked out of the door, closing it behind me and started walking down the winding stairs.


The boys were all sat on the sofas with a bottle of some sort of alcohol in their hands. The talking stopped as soon as I walked in and I became extremely self conscious. I quickened my steps over to Harry and sat on his lap. He wrapped an arm around my waist and placed a kiss on my neck, pulling me tighter into his torso. I smiled and threw my arm over his neck, sicking my nose into the crook and inhaling the glorious aroma.

They continued their convosation about cars and I closed my eyes. Harry rubbed my back in circles and the talking almost stopped. I could hear little whispers and mumbling, along with the vibrating of Harrys chest and occasional nods he would give.

I picked my head up to look at them. They just kind of gawped at me.


I asked.

The boys looked at each other for answers. Harry lightly wrapped his hand around the back of my head and pulled it towards his chest. I started to go down, but then resisted before I touched him.

"I said what?!"

I twisted so I was no longer sat on Harry, but next to him.


Liam answered. I crossed my arms awaiting the truth. I already knew, yet I still wanted them to confirm it.

"You have an eating disorder?"

Niall sounded and looked hurt.

I didn't know how to reply. After silence, Harry pulled me into his side. I pulled away and stood up.

"Yes. Okay then. I have a fucking disorder. And fucking what?!"

I was going off the rails.

"I don't like what I do, I don't exactly choose to do it. I have to do it"

"Wait?..You have to do it?"

"Yes! I feel like I have to do it! Im sorry I cant be fucking perfect like Eleanor, but I am me. And maybe, yes, in some peoples eyes I have issues, but it's my life so just leave me the FUCK alone!"

I stormed out with tears stinging my eyes. Damn. This is effecting my mood swings like a bitch.

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