A//n: above is girl crush slowed by Harry but here's the normal:
Trigger warning

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A quick few minutes later Davina wiped the carton clean. Licking the spoon one more time she got up to wash it.

"Davina sit down I got it."

"It's fine." She left the room with Harry following. He didn't want to let her out of his sight till he knew she was okay. Harry washed his hands in the large farm sink, back turned to her. Davina lifted her shirt slightly to reveal a bruised stomach and a food baby from the ice cream she had consumed. Being a model and an athlete she always had strict diets so this had been the first processed food she had eaten in a month.

You look hideous. Look at your stomach it's disgusting. No one likes you.

Tears filled her eyes again as she squeezed the fat on her stomach. Met gala was in two weeks and she knew she couldn't eat sweet foods. She shuddered at the thought of the headlines in the health magazines the next day...'celebs gain weight!' and her name would be under shining bright with an ugly before and an uglier after picture of her.

She knew that the food baby would disappear by tomorrow, but these little things add up, making her larger and larger and unappealing to the world, or at least that's what she convinced herself to think.

A//n: I'm not meaning to offend anyone. All shapes and sizes are beautiful bikini bodies. I was just writing this to emphasize her rampaging body dysmorphia and disorders but if this is offensive to you pls pls lmk and I'll take it off immediately:) back to the story now

"H-Harry I'll be right back...bathroom" She ran out of the room and up the tall staircase to the bathroom. She closed the door. Standing on the weight scale, she winced when she saw that the number had gone up.

You're already growing. You don't deserve to eat ice cream. You don't deserve it. You don't deserve it. You don't deserve it.

She was dreading adding the ice cream to her calorie journal. She kneeled down onto the ground, knees touching the soft blue bathroom mat. She stuck two fingers in her mouth, hot tears escaping her eyes.

Why did it always have to end like this?

You don't deserve this. You can't eat this. Get it out.

She shoved the fingers as far back as they could go, trying to stifle the coughs that were escaping her throat. In an amount of time that was alarmingly too fast, she felt bile coming up to her mouth. She took her fingers out of her mouth, just as Harry walked in.

"Davina-Blair what is going on?"

She looked up at him, fear in her eyes, tears in his. Davina was about to tell him to get out when she turned her head abruptly towards to the toilet, hurling the icky, beige, bile out of her. Harry ran to her side, holding her hair away.

"I-I didn't feel good maybe that ice cream was spoiled." She said her face still turned away in shame. Harry helped her up, noticing her body was shaking. He gave her some space, releasing his strong arms from her. He stepped out of the room as she started washing her face, and cleaning her mouth of the horrible taste vomit always left in one's mouth.

Don't eat like that again...ever again.

She left the bathroom to find Harry sitting on his massive bed facing away from her, back hunched over his lyric book. She stood at the doorframe smiling, then went into the room and sat next to him on the other side of the bed, right next to the headboard, legs dangling from the bed, Harry still hadn't noticed her presence in the room but she found that endearing about her best friend, she loved how lost he could get in his music, his passion. Although Davina couldn't really remember the details of how the bruises on her body came she could feel them throbbing now. She lifted her shirt a little to look at them, letting out a gasp, the bruises were swelling and turning an ugly purple. At the noise of the gasp, Harry looked up from his book looking at the bit of her hip exposed, his eyes widening.

"Wait here,"

He got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kit and some ice from the kitchen.

"Who the fuck did this to you, it couldn't have been tennis" He screamed from the bathroom, voice stern. He was usually so sweet to her this was out of nowhere.

"I-I don't know" she said as he walked into the room.

"How many are there?" The already deep lines of concern on his forehead further deepening. His eyes were sage green before and were now darkened. Davina hesitantly lifted her shirt more to find even more little bruises and cuts dotted around her. She shut her eyes tightly. It wasn't the gore of it that disgusted her, it was the fact that she wasn't even sure how it got there. She stretched her back straight so he couldn't see her stomach rolls.

HARRYS POV

My heart beat quickened when I saw the bruises and cuts on Davina-Blair. She took of her sweatshirt to inspect all the bruises. She was wearing a white sports bra with Calvin Klein's sewed all over the elastic hem. Although I could feel my hands shaking from this sight on her, I got to work on her taking out ice from the cup I had brought from the bathroom. We were in a comfortable silence, both lost in our own thoughts. But it wasn't all that comfortable, it was overrated, I had no clue what to say to the girl I had been best friends with for ten years, I just wanted her to confess everything and get it off her chest, because something was majorly bothering her and it was making me sad seeing her in this state. I reassured her she could open her eyes, she did but concentrated at the wall.

I finished putting a band aid on another cut. I had given her ice to hold on her stomach but when I looked up, she was staring at my face, her thick lashes brimmed with tears, golden brown skin pale.

"D, please tell me what's going on I'm begging you. I don't know what to do around crying people." I said pleadingly as I handed her a tissue from my nightstand.

"I-I-wasn't crying." She said taking the tissue balling it in her fist, her eyes getting more glassy. I leaned a pillow against the headboard and sat down leaning on the pillow, moving closer to her.

"He wouldn't want me telling anyways" she whispered to herself. At that my head jerked up.

"Damon?" It was never my place to say anything but I've never liked the guy. There was always this negative air I got when he was near Davina-Blair, almost as if he owned her, and when he kissed her I always saw that hunger for her, her body.

"I don't know what to do Harry. And..." she tried speaking her voice getting stopped by violent sobs.

"Come here baby" I said, lowering my voice at the baby part to a whisper. I opened my arms and she crawled into them, I hugged her, her face nestled and hidden in my shoulder. I pulled her closer to me, her body curled up into me. She cried into my chest unceasingly, drenching my shirt, her hands gripping my arms tightly. I held her rocking her slowly, running my hand through her black hair. Sobs ripped out of her throat too, and I could feel her trembling chest, and heartbeat fluttering. After a while she pulled away, her nose inches from mine, big gray eyes dark almost as if they were black, eyes puffy. I put my hand on the small of her back, feeling thick goosebumps. I reached behind me for a old, soft throw blanket hanging on the headboard. I wrapped her in it and she pulled it around her small body, she was actually quite tall but all bundled up she looked so small. She took a deep breath and started speaking, voice shaking a little.

"Recently I've just been hating my body. I try Harry. I try so hard to keep my body perfect. Diets, workouts, at one point even stopped eating completely. And I know no matter how I look I should be grateful for what my body does to me and whatever but there's this nagging voice inside me that I'm not enough, and never will be, that there's so many other girls with smaller waists than me, I'm just never perfect and it's gotten so bad to the point where I make myself throw up often. And after yesterday I feel even more disgusted with my body. I'm not beautiful nor is my body I- I don't deserve to be where I am today"

I listened silently. It appalled me that she could ever see herself as ugly. Even after a breakdown she still looked flawless, probably the most beautiful person I had ever seen, her skin glowing , features perfect, her black hair cascading down her back. All I wanted to do was kiss her on the lips and tell her everything would be okay but instead I just nodded not really knowing what to do. I took her hands and held them tightly.

"Davina-Blair don't compare yourself to others you are beautiful and good and so is your body, and if you don't deserve to be successful then I don't know who does, you worked your ass off to get to where you are today and you are the hardest worker I know, trying to balance a tennis career and a modeling career. What the hell happened yesterday that made you break down, if Damon was involved..." I said.

"He is but it's not really his fault, it's mine." She paused wrapping the blanket tighter, her hand still holding mine.

This already sounds problematic and I don't even know the whole story.

She continued, "Yesterday was Stefans birthday party, Damon's little brother, remember the guy with the great hair? Anyways I didn't want to drink because I had practice today but Damon insisted I drink at least one cup and he gave me one. I drank it and it was really strong.

She paused, peering up at me. "One- One thing led to another and I only remember drinking two cups but it might have been more and I blacked out so Damon brought me home and had sex with me even though I was drunk and wasn't feeling good. And I don't know where all these bruises came from. I lashed out at him in the morning and told him we should take a break from each other. But we don't spend a lot of time together and that's my fault and he is my boyfriend so it's not too big of a deal if we just had sex right?"

As I was processing what she was saying, the pieces clicked, making my jaw drop open.

"How did the drink taste?" I asked my voice lowering to a whisper, scared of the possibility of the answer I didn't want to hear.

"What? Uh it was weirdly bitter I think" she said.

"Fuck...D, it might have been a date rape drug, that's what they taste like."

"WHAT it can't be he can't do that to me I mean he would never. And even if it may have, what do I even do. He would never do that to me do you not trust him that much" She rambled, she got off the bed and started strolling the room back and forth.

"Maybe try confronting him?" I suggested.

"I don't know." She stopped walking and looked at me.

"Should I leave? I feel so bad Harry, it's so late and you probably have somewhere to be tomorrow and I should probably be sorting this out with Damon right now."

"No, stay. Here let's watch a movie. You have been through so much let's just get your mind off of it. What do us want to watch?"

"Okay fine." She said making a pouty face, her face scrunching up. She flopped back onto the bed. "What are we watching?"

"THE NOTEBOOKKKK" I hollered. Davina slapped her palm on her forehead. It was my all time favorite and she couldn't stand the movie because if was supposedly too cheesy.

"Ugh fine, I'm actually in the mood for watching that. Overused storylines will keep me engaged." I rolled my eyes at her. How may times did I need to tell her that that was the blueprint for romantic movies? I guess I get where she's coming from, I mean I make her watch it too many times to call healthy. I reached for the remote on the small night stand, turning on Netflix on the TV. She moved closer to me as I clicked play on the movie.

Half an hour later I felt a soft thud on my shoulder. I looked down to see Davina-Blair passed out with her head on my shoulder, breathing softly. I kissed her forehead lightly. She was so cute. I wrapped her up in the blanket since I felt goosebumps on her arms. I intertwined my fingers with hers, wondering how happy I would feel if we were together. She was beautiful inside and out, and we made each other so happy. But she has Damon and I probably shouldn't be doing this. Nonetheless I wrapped my arms around her for a while, smelling roses and a little bit of cologne, and yup she slept through all of that, she had always been a deep sleeper even when we were younger she would fall asleep anywhere. I sighed, I was so in love with my best friend and there was just no way out. I had to tell her soon, I couldn't live with this secret.