Niall's POV:
That was probably the best day of my life.
Until I got into the car and checked my phone.
Some paparazzi got pictures of us holding hands and kissing and it was all over twitter and a bunch of other social media sites.
Someone also gave an anonymous tip about who Kylie was, and they found her twitter as well.
@its_kylie_marie is an ugly bitch, she doesn't deserve @NiallOfficial.
who the hell is this @its_kylie_marie chick? #fatslut
rt if you think @its_kylie_marie needs to drop a few pounds!
Some of these tweets made me boil inside. Kylie was absolutely perfect and she didn't need anyone telling her otherwise.
Savannah was scrolling through her phone and I know she saw them too. My thoughts were confirmed when she shot me a text.
Savannah Broweeerr(: what the hell is this?
Me: damn paparazzi. she can't see these tweets, it'll break her.
Savannah Broweeerr(: you don't even know.
Kylie's POV:
And to think I was starting to eat again because Niall made me feel beautiful. To think I was able to eat the food my dad and I made together. To think I was finally getting over this time in my life.
I'm a fat slut, and everyone thinks so.
***
As soon as we got home, I threw up again. I had eaten a lot that day and I needed to get it out of my system.
I leaned against the wall and sunk down to my knees, feeling completely numb inside. After I was done, I heard a knock on the bathroom door.
"Kylie? Kylie, are you alright?" a worried Irish accent called from the other side of the door.
"I'm fine, I think I'm just coming down with the flu," I lied, annoyance clear in my voice.
He turned the doorknob without even bothering to ask. He helped me to my feet and led me to my bed.
"Kylie, we need to leave in 15 minutes. There's no way you can come to the airport like this," Niall said, rubbing circles in my back.
I didn't respond. All I wanted was for him to leave me alone. Like directioners said, he deserves better.
"I'll bring up the rest of the boys so we can all say goodbye," Niall announced, heading out the door.
He came back with a can of Sprite and Zayn, Louis, Harry, Liam, and Savannah with him.
Zayn sat on my bed and I looked at him, tears brimming in my eyes.
"Thanks for letting us stay here, Kylie. It means a lot. Feel better," He kissed my cheek and walked out.
"I'm gonna miss ya, kiddo. Call me any time, okay?" Louis gave me a huge hug and joined Zayn in the hall.
"We'll see you soon. Thanks for everything Ky," Harry flashed his dimples at me for the last time and walked out.
"That's a load of bullshit, don't you believe any of those tweets," Liam assured me, engulfing me into a hug. Savannah and him walked out the door.
And it was just me and Niall.
"Thanks for the Sprite," I told him, not bothering to look at him.
"You don't have the flu, do you?" Niall asked me, the worry clear in his eyes.
That was all it took. I broke down in tears and he took me in his arms for one last time.
"I can't do this, Niall. Maybe when you guys get back we can start over. But for now..." I couldn't even finish my sentence.
"I understand," He told me, kissing my forehead.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." I could barely get the words out.
"I'm sorry too," he said, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
With a shaky breath, he got up. And walked out the door. He hesitated to turn the knob, and looked back at me to say one last thing.
"I love you."
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Fix You (Niall Horan)
Fanfiction(Formerly known as Just One More) Kylie Marcus is a normal 16 year old girl. Well, not really. Ever since the day her and her best friend, Savannah, went to a One Direction concert, her life hasn't been the same. She had been housing an entire band...
