Anything It Takes

Chapter 12

I'm sorry this is late but here it is! I was grounded off the computer for not finishing the laundry before seeing Oliver Stanley Murs~ idec it was soooo worth it.

OH!!! I changed my name from iluffonedirection to MyBeautifulCreature. iluffonedirection is so carroty, i just... idk i like my new user so much better <3

Enjoy~

-Morgan<3

Maggie's POV

I was laying with Zayn on my bed. We were close enough to have no space between us. I looked into his eyes, the familiar eyes that I've grown up with. They sparkled looking back into mine. I felt his grasp around my waist, as he pulled me in, making sure I couldn't get away. I smiled into his chest, this moment is perfect. I never wanna leave this position. He dipped down and kissed my lips with love. My body melted into his as my lips moved with his. I felt the same spark that I felt every other time our lips had touched.

"Maggie." My head shot up, and oddly enough, I was no longer in my bed, but I was in a club. Tears streamed down my face as he said this. I looked to my right, Jack. It wasn't Zayn. It wasn't the boy I've been in love with. No. The boy I was in love with was sitting across from me looking deep into my eyes trying to figure out the reasoning behind my presence.

"I love you so much. You're the one. I will do anything it takes to make you better." Zayn's angelic voice spoke to me. Once again we were in my bed cuddling. I touched my cheeks; dry. I hadn't been crying. Had I just imagined the club?

"Thank you, Jack." I managed at of my suddenly dry throat. I was in a bed, yes; not my bed and not with Zayn. I looked up to meet Jack's eyes. I clung to his shirt and fell asleep.

I woke up in a cold sweat and tears dried to my face. Jack was passed out, no use in waking him up and telling him about a stupid dream.

I slipped out of Jack's grasp and walked over to the bathroom as quietly as possible. When I looked in the mirror I was, as usual, appalled. If possible, I think it's fair to say I looked worse than when I got back to the hotel. I got a sick feeling, and I rushed to the toilet and threw up until tears were flowing freely out of my eyes. The feeling was so normal; feeling terrible, throwing up and then crying. It feels more normal than it should. My history of Bingeing and Purging came back to me.

"No!" I shouted. I am over those days, and I'm never going back.

I still had that terrible taste in my mouth, and I had no toothbrush with me, so I put on some shoes and took my phone and money with me. It was seven in the morning; nobody will be up or notice that I'm gone for a good three hours.

When I walked out of the hotel people walking on the streets were staring at me, but I payed no mind to them. To my luck, there was a supermarket just down the block.

I walked in and was greeted by an elderly lady.

"Hello Love, how are you today?" She said with a smile.

"Um, good?"It came out as a question, but she didn't push it.

I found the toothbrushes and  toothpaste and picked out the cheapest ones. I also picked up a hair brush, hair ties, and some make up remover. I quickly paid and got out. I wasn't ready to go to the hotel, but I didn't have anyplace to go. A cafe across the street, so I walked there in hopes of finding a bathroom.

The cafe served coffee, doughnuts, and muffins- the average cafe.

"Hello ma'am, how may I help you?" There was girl about my age standing behind the counter with a too happy smile. Her name tag read 'Maddie.' A very lovely name for a lovely girl.