Eight stone six. I've gained three pounds in a week and I'm the happiest I've been in a long time, everything just seems to be going well for me. Although, I'm dreading the moment when Harry leaves to go on tour, I'm so proud of him but I'm a little bit scared that I won't be able to carry on without him.

The lads have come by a lot in this last week, as well as the girls, everyone has been so supportive and I can tell that they're proud of me. I think the reason why everyone is happier is because I'm getting better, I'm smiling more, and I'm becoming my old self again. That's what Harry says anyway.

"Well that was exhausting." Harry huffs as he sets me down after carrying me up the stairs.

"What are you trying to say? Are you calling me fat?" I joke, knowing that he meant the long journey back and to from the hospital.

My husband simply responds with a low chuckle at my awful joke, "yeah, you're really fat now after all the weight you've been gaining." He teases sarcastically, making me push his shoulder lightly at his words.

We just got back from my final therapy session, Dr Lake and Dr Carter were both happy with my progress over the last two weeks and have agreed to discharge me finally; which means no more therapy sessions, and I definitely don't have to go back to that dreaded clinic again! I honestly couldn't be happier right now, I'm standing on my own two feet again and it feels good to know that my old self is shining through.

"Harry." I say in a monotone-like way.

"Mhmm?"

"No more therapy sessions!" My voice shrieks higher in a cheer as I jump into his arms. I'm so happy right now and I know that he is too.

"I know baby." He smiles at my squealing figure, throwing his arms around my shoulders and pulling me tightly into his toned chest. My head just the right height to hear his perfect heart beating consistently, "I'm so proud of you." He murmurs into my hair.

"I couldn't have done this without you." I tenderly reply without hesitation, meaning every word that I utter.

"It's okay baby," he ends the topic, clearly not wanting to think about what condition I would have been in if he weren't here. "The lads are coming over for a bit, I'll put some food out ready. Call me when you want to come down." He smiles, his beautiful lips leaving a lasting kiss to mine.

Harry leaves me to myself, allowing me to get a quick shower and changed into some fresh new clothes, I've decided to go for a summer dress considering the time of year we're currently in; the weather has been incredible this last week, that lovely sound of birds singing and people mowing their lawns, or the beautiful smell of freshly cut grass. It's been a great week to say the least.

I can hear Harry clatter downstairs with the plates, insinuating that he is indeed getting the snacks ready and placing them on the coffee table in the living room. My outfit is casual and I keep my makeup the same as always, this is the first time I've worn makeup in a month; I don't smother my face in it though, I keep it light as I always have, glancing in the mirror to examine how well I'm doing.

It seems to be alright with a few mistakes, though it's nothing I can't fix. My eyes flutter over a single piece of makeup that brings back fond memories from my life, something I wore everyday without fail. My 'evening red' lipstick.

A loud bustle comes from downstairs as I hear the rest of the lads walk through the front door and make their way into the living room I presume, Harry explaining my disappearance and the events of the day so far. I pick up the lipstick capsule and smile lightly at the prominent colour, it reminds me of when I was myself and life was perfect. I want that again.

The red colour runs perfectly across my lips, emboldening the asset and enhancing my features, I look like normal again. A surge of confidence runs through my body and I smile at my image in the mirror, I'm actually a little bit proud of myself.

My brain reminds me of the lads' presence and I walk out of mine and Harry's bedroom and onto the landing, the stairs looking a lot steeper than I remember; although I haven't really been walking down them I suppose.

Just as I ready myself to call Harry's name for his assistance, I stop. I'm sure I could do this myself, I'm stronger now that I'm walking around everywhere, I'm more confident and I have no doubt in my mind that I could accomplish this. It would be the ultimate goal, the last obstacle of my condition and if I overcome it I'll know that I'm ready for anything.

My hand grasps tightly onto the wooden banister, taking a deep breath before then sliding it onto the handrail to my left; my right foot goes first, lowering itself onto the first step and withholding the rest of my weight as I bring my left foot down also. I'm actually doing it! On my own!

I repeat the simple routine several times until I'm halfway down, still in complete awe at my own doing as my hand grasps tightly on the handrail for safety just incase. "HARRY!" I scream, my tone happy yet scared as I focus, however, I really want him to see this.

I see all of the lads run frantically into the hallway after hearing my scream, obviously they didn't pick up on the enthusiastic tone and just panicked. Their mouths gape open as they watch me slowly descend the stairs as I have been doing for the last few minutes. "Holy shit." Harry exhales.

"I know!" My laugh erupts at his gobsmacked words.

"Holy shit Emma," he says again in more of a confirmation, finally coming to reality and realising the importance of what I'm doing. "Keep going!"

"You're almost down." Liam says obviously.

They wait in suspense as I slowly and carefully make my way further down the staircase, concentrating on every single movement I make whilst my hand grips agonisingly tightly onto the handrail. It becoming more like a safety net incase I fall.

Once my feet touch the ground floor carpet the lads run and engulf me in a group hug, the bunch of us tumbling backwards and landing on the stairs. "Yes Emma!" Niall says enthusiastically, whilst I high five Louis and hug Zayn.

"Thank you guys so much." I leave them with a smile, following them all into the living room with my hand clasped into Harry's warm soft one. My eyes glance at the snacks that Harry has laid out on the coffee table, finding all of my favourites sat neatly in bowls.

"I got all of your favourites." He whispers rapidly in my ear, reading my mind once again.

"Thank you." I smile and place a small affectionate kiss to his cheek.

"Anything for you."

We walk beside each other hand in hand before Harry sits himself down, only to tug on my hand and position me on his lap, his strong arms winding around my waist. "So Liam, your birthday is coming up. Got anything planned?" I ask, directing my words towards the brown-eyed star across the room.

"Well considering we're on tour in a few days-" my mind seems to drown him out at that sentence, today's the sixteenth of August, they start their tour on the twenty first. They're leaving me in three days. "Emma. Em's!"

Liam's voice tears me from my thoughts, "Sorry. Yeah?" I question in a fragile whisper.

"I asked what you're doing for your birthday? Anything special?" His eyebrows furrow slightly at my gaping expression, I'm still trying to get use to the thought that they're all leaving. I totally forgot about their tour, I've been so caught up in getting myself back on track that I've actually isolated myself from the real world. How selfish am I?

"Erm, I don't think so. I completely forgot about it if I'm being honest." That's true. I haven't even considered thinking about my birthday, and if Liam hadn't reminded everyone, I think they would have forgotten too.

"That sounds like an exciting birthday." Louis rolls his eyes after his sarcastic remark, a chuckle escaping my lips at his attitude. "Em's you're turning twenty three! That's an important birthday!"

My face scrunched in confusion, twenty three isn't an important birthday. "How is twenty three an important birthday?"

His expression changes to a more smug one, obviously happy with his upcoming answer. "Every one of your birthdays is special Emma." Louis winks and sends me an air kiss.

"Ughh! How cheesy was that line?" I laugh at his comment. How could anyone not love Louis?

The lads and I all chuckle as Comet waltzes in unashamedly with kitchen roll stuck to his foot. "Hey little buddy!" Niall smiles and picks the golden retriever up, his size becoming increasingly larger now as he continues to grow.

"So seriously Em, what are you doing for your birthday?" Zayn takes over, referring back to Liam's previous question.

You see, my birthday is on the twenty third of August and normally Liam and I share a party, but considering he is away on tour over our birthdays, I'll have to make other arrangements. The only problem is, I have no idea what those arrangements will be.

"I'll probably just hang out with the girls or something, have a night in." They all nod their heads. I can't really give them anymore information than that because I genuinely don't know. Unless the girls have planned something I don't think I'll be doing anything; I don't mind though, I've had plenty of birthdays and I have plenty more to come.

"Speaking of the girls, I'm taking Danielle out for lunch so I'll see you guys, and gal, later." Liam smiles including everyone in his goodbye before he leaves with a small wave.

"How are you and Hayles, Niall? I haven't spoken to her in a couple of days." That's true, I have been so focused on Harry and myself that I've been oblivious to everything. Wow, I really am selfish, I need to stop that.

"You're not selfish at all." Harry whispers lowly into my ear. How the hell does he always know what I'm thinking?

He gives me a knowing smile as I glance over at my shoulder at him. I'm pretty sure I say stuff out loud and that's how he knows because I'm almost positive he isn't a psychic. Or is he?

"We're good thanks. Just getting a bit stressed because I'm leaving for tour and she's still so busy with work." I don't know whether I told you guys but Hayles works in fashion and is always constantly busy nowadays. I do feel sorry for Niall because Hayley is a hard worker and tends to focus all of her attention on that. Since she got promoted to a stylist for a magazine company last year, she's taken it very seriously.

Due to their busy schedules it does get tough for them to have time together, but I suppose that's life. Perrie and Zayn, and myself and Harry have the same problem, but it's just something you have to deal with if you love that person. Niall and Hayley are clearly in love. Yeah, they have their spats but what couple doesn't? I'm just waiting for Niall to pop the question so we can go and look for a wedding dresses!

"Well make the most of it, I'll try and make Hayley back off from work." I smile sympathetically at Niall, it's difficult being separated from someone you love. Trust me, I know now more than anyone after this year.

"Thanks Em's." He smiles thankfully.

"It's okay Nialler, I know its hard."

There is a moment of silence in the room as I walk over to Niall and give him a small empathetical hug, I know exactly what he's going through. The silence remains until you-know-who decides to speak; and I'm not surprised in the slightest at what he says.

"That's what's she said!" Louis laughs boisterously at his own joke, making me roll my eyes at his childish remark.

"Okay, that's my que to leave." I take Comet from Niall's arms and place a kiss to Harry's lips before exiting the room, listening to the lads distant laughs as I leave. I love that sound.

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