Narry Story

Chapter 15

Niall's Pov:

I was limping back to my house.

Why was I so god damn clumsy?

Story of my life.

But at least it was the weekend.

I didn't have to worry about school or anything for two days.

Thank god, because my eating disorder was becoming a full time job.

My knees were even more banged up than before.

I was worried the pebble got stuck in there.

I lift my leg up carefully, and to my relief there are no pebbles in there.

I would have to still clean it up, and bandage it.

What a fun life I live.

I make it to my house, and go to the downstairs bathroom.

I wash my knees off in the sink, and shrug my shorts back on.

I wasn't going anywhere, so I would just put these back on.

I was gross and sweaty, but I didn't have the energy to even shower.

I was drained.

From keeping my secret, and running.

I don't know how I kept doing it everyday.

I sat down on my couch, and took a deep breath.

Then I snuggle back under my covers, and fall asleep.

All I did was exercise, and sleep.

I was wasting my life away, but I didn't know how to stop.

Whatever nobody cares about me anyways.

Or at least that's what I convinced myself.

I was comfy, but some reason still cold.

So I grabbed another blanket, and started closing my eyes.

Then I fell asleep.

I woke up, and didn't know where the hell I was for a minute.

Then I remembered I had fallen asleep on the couch.

I stretched, and had a bad taste in my mouth.

So I walked to the kitchen, and grabbed a water bottle.

I was proud of myself, I hadn't eaten anything in days, except for that soup.

Zayn had gotten it for me, and I had to eat it.

The water bottle was half full, and my stomach growled at that moment.

But I ignored it, and went to weigh myself.

Now I was paranoid I had gained.

Deep breaths, deep breaths.

I looked down at the number, and saw a lower number.

95.

Only two pounds lost, but at least it was a loss.

I had been super distracted lately, and I needed to get back on track.

I couldn't let myself get fat, that was a big no no.

I had to get down lower, that was all.

It would be worth it.

To be skinny and perfect.

Like Zayn, Harry, and Louis.

Liam especially.

But I was a blob, compared to all of them.

I was half tempted to run again, but didn't want to run into Harry.

Plus what if I passed out again?

I would be in trouble.

Then someone would be bound to know.

I couldn't risk it, so slowly I climbed the stairs to my bed.

My bed was warmer, and more comfortable than the couch.

It took alot of effort to climb those stairs, and I felt like my body was about to give out.

What was happening to me?

I went to my drawer, and grabbed a brush.

My hair was super messy, and I ran the brush through it quickly.

Strands of my hair fell out into the brush, and I almost threw it back.

I ran my hands through my hair, and more fell out.

What was wrong with me?

Why couldn't I be normal?

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