Ellie's POV
I go upstairs and head into my bathroom. I wonder what Harry wanted to talk to me about? I mean, the doctor said I wasn't pregnant, right? What else could be wrong? I guess I'll find out.

When I finish using the bathroom I walk downstairs and walk into the kitchen area. I see Harry's brown hair peak over the top of the couch in the living room, so I walk over to him and sit on the big, leather chair adjacent to the couch he was sitting on. "Hey, Dad. What did you want to talk to me about?" I ask him.

He looks up at me and pauses. It looks like he is deep in thought. Did I do something bad that he's just now figuring out about? "Dad? Did I do something wrong?" I ask curiously.

"Oh, no, honey. Of course not," he says. I nod my head and continue. "Love," he starts with a sigh. "Are you having some difficulties with eating  food?" He asks. My eyes go wide. The doctor didn't even mention my weight. How did he find out?

"Um, no," I lie. "I do have a lot of homework I should be doing though," I say, trying to escape this conversation. I stand up and begin to walk away, but Harry stops me.

"No, we're not done, El. Sit back down, please," he says.

I obey and sit back down with a sigh. "Love, I know you have been having a problem with food... Please don't dent it. Your doctor and I are concerned about you. I just want you to be healthy," he says quietly.

I remain silent, but eventually whisper, "how'd you know?" I couldn't have been underweight, I was too fat.

"Love, you're only 100 pounds," Harry says, his voice cracking a little at then end. It looks like he is about to cry.

"Dad. Don't cry, please," I say. I hate when people cry in front of me. It always makes me cry too.

"Come here, love," Harry says, patting the seat next to him. I walk over and sit next to him, lying my head in his side. He wraps an arm around me. "I'm sorry I didn't notice anything until the doctor told me," he mumbles into my ear.

"It's... it's not your fault, Dad. I'm sorry," I say, a single tear falling from my eye.

"You have nothing to feel sorry about. I'm going to help you become better. I want you to have a healthy relationship with food. You shouldn't be thinking this much about it if you're only a kid," Harry tells me. I know he was right, but I'm not like other girls; I gain weight really quickly and it's impossible for me to lose it.

"Dad... I don't know... if I want to get better. I want to be pretty," I admit.

"Love, if you think being skinny equals beautiful, you're completely wrong. You are beautiful no matter what your weight is. And I promise, we're going to get you to a healthy weight and you'll love your body. A healthy body is a beautiful body," he says with a small, comforting smile.

I nod my head slowly. "I'm sorry, Dad. I don't deserve you. You're too caring for such a screwed up child," I say with a slight laugh at the end to prevent myself from crying.

"Love," Harry says. "Come sit on my lap." He pats his lap and I walk over to him and sit down on his lap facing him. "I know you've had a rough time living here for the past week, but you can't be saying these awful things about yourself. I promise things will become better," he says. "If I didn't want you to be my daughter, I would have picked someone else. I chose you for a reason, El. And I still have you for a reason. Nothing you do will make me love you any less; you're my family. You're not a screw up, okay?"

I nod keeping my head down. Harry lifts my head up using two fingers and kisses my forehead. "I love you," he says.

"I love you too, Dad," I say, looking him in the eyes.

"Well, we still have the rest of the day; what do you want to do?" Harry asks me, changing the subject to something more happy. I shrug my shoulders as a reply. I don't know anything around here.

"Well, we could go hang out by the pool?" Harry tells me. "Or maybe we could walk to the coffee shop. It's up to you, El."

"Let's go to the coffee shop," I say. I would like to go in the pool, but my scars still need a few more days to heal. Hopefully I won't relapse; I haven't been in a pool in ages.

Harry nods his head. "Okay, lets go," he says and lifts me up before standing up himself. He grabs the keys from the kitchen table and we walk outside.

The sun was shining and the air was warm. For some reason, I feel a lot better now that Harry knows about my relationship with food. Maybe I can actually get better and I won't hate my body. It would be hard, but I might be able to if I try.

Harry grabs my hand and begins talking. "You know, the coffee shop is right across the street from a bakery I worked at when I was younger," he says.

I giggle a little. "Why'd you want to work at a bakery?" I ask.

Harry smiles down at me. "Hey there, missy. Don't you laugh at me," he jokes causing me to laugh more. "But, in all honesty, I really liked the ladies who worked there. I was a frequent customer before I applied," he informs.

I nod my head understandingly. "Well, you are a good chef, I guess it makes sense," I say. And it was true. Of what Harry has cooked over the past week has been absolutely delicious. Too bad I didn't eat most of it.

"Well, Thank you, my love," he replies. "Maybe we can head over to the bakery after we get our drinks," he says and I nod my head in agreement.

When we arrive at the coffee shop Harry gets an iced tea and I get a hot green tea. Yes, hot tea even though it is hot outside. Call me crazy, but I like it.

After we get our drinks we walk across the street to the bakery. The smell of freshly baked pastries pervade my nose as we approach the door. "You want to spilt a muffin?" Harry asks me. "Trust me, they're delicious."

"Okay," I say. I know Harry is just trying to get me to eat more food, but I figure I could have a cheat day here and there where I eat some sugar. If I was going to get better and eat more food, then I am going to eat as healthily as I can.

"You have many options to choose from," he says pointing at the menu that hung down from above the display.

"I can't see them," I say with a frown. The shop was really crowded, and also really small. I guess Harry was right, they do have good food.

"I'll fix that," Harry says and lifts me onto his shoulder so I could clearly see.

There were many options:
Blueberry
Raspberry
Cranberry
Banana
Chocolate

"Anything look good?" He asks looking up at me with a goofy grin.

"Blueberry," I say, returning the grin.