Chapter 7!

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The first crack of lightning struck when I was half heartedly packing me suitcase. The rain was pouring crown harder and harder every minute. Sighing, I went into the bathroom to grab my toiletries, when I opened my cabinet I picked up the razor blades. They had blood stains on them. I stuck them in the skin of my suitcase, then zipped it up before takin it out to the Sutton room where everyone was waiting. Paul was talking the lads but stopped when he seen me

"I was just telling the lads that we have to go in the bus instead of flying..." he informed me.

I groaned and without replying left the flat with my suitcase and went out toward the bus. The fans screamed when they seen me appear. I put on a smile and waved before jumping into the bus. It was the same one we had on the previous tour, so the bed where probably the same. I shove my suitcase into the cupboard and jumped into my top bunk bed then pulled over the curtain. I pulled out my phone and clicks on the Twitter app. I typed in some words and instantly endless pages of hate came up

'I don't know why they let him stay in the band. Niall Horan is a fucking worthless piece of shot.'

' GO DIE NIALL GAY HORAN'

there was worse. I couldn't take it. I could feel the last bit of food that was in my body come up. Throwing my body out o the bed and towards the bathroom was challenge. I'd just made it before throwing up. I felt so weak. My stomach ached increasingly. The cuts where opened fro my body moving so quick. 'Shit!' I curse putting a bandage over it in hope to stop it bleeding.

Outside, I heard screams escalating and new the Netherlands where coming, so I jumped back into bed , pulled the covers over me and hoped for sleep to take me away fro the he'll I live in and that when I wake up, I won't nee to be faced with 24/7 publicity and being surrounded by people who don't want me here. Wish me good luck.

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