Depression Returns

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Miranda’s POV

            I sat down at my bag and started tearing out clothes. I put on my splattered leggings, zipper skirt, and a white shirt. I felt my stomach complain for food and I hit it.

            “No! Not until were back down to 100 pounds!” I said sternly. My stomach stopped growling.

            The scent of pancakes hit me and I cursed to myself. I laid on the couch and started to doze off. I felt myself fall into slumber and I smiled. My phone went off saying someone has mentioned me on Twitter. There were so many people saying mean things to me.

            @HarrysGirl: you dirty whore, your just ugly and fat @Melluvsyou

            @MarryMeLouis: are you pregnant? Eww, you whore no one loves you @Melluvsyou

            @LuverBugForever: leave @Melluvsyou alone!

            I turned off my phone and went to the bathroom and threw up. I felt better afterwards and just sat there. I got up shortly after and found the boys cleaning up. I hid my phone in my pocket. The phone started singing the Three Best Friends Song from hangover. Mint was calling.

            “Hey, girl.” I said into the phone.

            “Oh, my God, ignore those girls on twitter! They’re so mean! You’re not pregnant of course you’re going to be a virgin until your married remember!” Mint said.

            Crap. “Uh, change of plans. It happened last night.” I whispered.

            “What? I couldn’t here you speak up.” Mint said.

            “Uh, change of plans. It happened last night.” I yelled.

            The boys looked over and Harry put his hand to his forehead and the boys fell to the ground laughing.

            “Ooh, you go girl!” Mint said laughing.

            “Your turn, Mint.” I laughed.

            Niall went silent. Mint busted out laughing.

            “No.” Niall said grabbing the phone.

            “No, no no no no no no no no.” he just kept saying that into the phone.

            Harry hugged me and set his hands around my waist. I felt a surge of sickness and I sprinted to the bathroom and puked again. I hit the side of the toilet. This is not how I’m going to lose weight! I refuse. Wait a minute. I slammed the bathroom door shut and brought out my bag. I know I packed tests just in case. Thank God I did. Harry tried to open the door but I locked it.

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