Recovery (a one direction love story)

Busting out

Chapter one

I watched from the window as my childhood friend Zayn Malik stepped  

out of his car and walked through the front door of the Victorian eating disorder rehab of California. Which has been my home for the past 4 months. My mother was talking to my therapist. I stopped trying to eavesdrop about an hour ago. Zayn walked through the door to my room without knocking Nearly giving me a heart attack.  

"TORR!!" He yelled as he scooped me up into a bear hug. I giggled and yelled "ZAYNIE" mocking his tone and enthusiasm. "How have you been babe, how do you feel?" He questioned. "Today I feel okay, I just wanna get the hell out of this place." 

"I know love but they can't let you out until they think your ready." He said with a strange grin on his face that told me something was going on. "Zaynnnnn" I said dragging out the n in his name. "Why are you here again?"  

"Ughh, wow rude. I can't come visit my childhood bestfriend out of the blue" he said with a wink. I giggled but I knew something was still up. We were both startled by my mom beckoning us into the therapy room. Zayn grabbed my hand and I went in hesitantly. Zayn my mother and I sat on the couch opposite of the big leather arm chair my therapist sat in. I was so used to this couch. I had sat here for hours. Okay before I go any further I think you should all know my past. My full name is Victoria Anne Tinsley but everyone calls me Torr or Torri. Ive lived in Sierra Madre California all my life. I went to a rich prep school called la salle. Me and zayn met when I was 5. His mom and my mom had grown up together in Bradford. My mom moved to california when she was 18. Just one year before she had me. I never knew my dad he left is when I was in the womb. Zayn and his mom came to visit us when I was five and we clicked. We wrote all the time and visited each other at least twice a year. Everything was fine in my life until about a year ago. I was 16 I started to feel like I was too fat and that I had to be skinnier. I wasn't actually fat I weighed around 130 lbs but it felt like a million. I started restricting calories and working out too much. I landed my self in the hospital after 6 months having lost 50lbs the doctors said if I had kept going I would have been dead within a few months. And that's how I got here. This is the third time zayn has visiting me. Yes he visited me once a month. My therapist sat there with a smile in her face. "So Victoria do you think you're ready to go home?" Her question caught me off guard. "Yes, I do I know what I was doing was wrong and I know I will be recovering from anorexia all of my life." I answered. "Okay. Good because you're going home!" She said enthusiastically.  

"Oh my god really?" Zayn my mother and the therapist all nodded. Zayn had a cheeky grin on his face. "Any thing else I should know?"  

"Well your not exactly going home you're going to live with zayn and his friends in London!" My mother said excitedly. Zayn saw the shocked expression on my face. "Your mom and therapist think it will be good for you to get away from everything here. It'll be like having five older brothers to look out for you and make sure your staying healthy."  

"YOU TOLD YOUR FRIENDS I WAS ANOREXIC?"  

"What?! No they don't know but still it'll be good for you..."  

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth.  

"What do you think?" My mom asked.  

"Why the hell not." I said with a small grin.