I can save you

Chapter 4

***Chloe***

The boys and me were in of the big tv rooms, watching some random movie, not really paying any attention.

Instead we were all talking, and for once I actually felt quite happy.

It was a long time ago I felt like this.

Having Liam back and meeting the boys, made me feel better.

I felt happier then I had in 3 long painfull months.

A hand squezed mine slightly, I looked up to see that it was Liam.

He smiled at me, and I smiled slightly back.

"Thank's for coming back.", I said.

"You shouldn't thank me", he said and smiled.

"I know", I smirked bumping shoulder with him.

He chukled slightly, before a yawn escaped both of our lips.

"You tired princess?", Louis asked and smiled warmingly.

"Yeah kind of", I said, and almost got lost in his beautiful ice blue eyes.

"Well, so is the Leprechaun", Niall said in a sleepy voice.

I laughed slightly and smiled at the blonde boy who couldn't stop yawing.

"We should go to bed then, your all kind of yetlagged ha?".

"Yeah kind of", Harry smiled.

"So were should we crash? I can take the couch...", Zayn started but I interupted him

"Of course not! We hace enough of rooms to last the whole town.

And five of the rooms are actually at the same floor as my room."

When we got up to the hall, were my room were along with eight others.

Five of them were guest rooms and the other remaining rooms were a music room, a VERY BIG closet and then there was the room that was filled with boxes of belongings that had been my daddys.

I hadn't gone through them yet, because I was to weak, I just couldn't do it.

Everything was my foult, at the same time that I hated the room.

Because of the simple reason that it shouldn't be there because my dad shouldn' be dead!

I also liked the room because, well there was some of his belongings in there.

I showed all the boys their rooms.

"Oh and you all have your own bathrooms to, just so you know", I smiled.

They all gave me hugs and kisses on my cheeks saing goodnight.

Before they all went in to their own rooms.

I stood there for a little while, before entering my own room.

After picking out a pyjamas, excisting of a light pink tank top with a text on the chest saying: "Just shut it bro", on it. And matching pyjama shorts, I walked in to my own bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

I quickley undressed and got in the shower, washing of my make up and the rest of my body, dried of and got dressed into my pyjamas.

I took a look in the mirror, without make up, you could see more evident that I hadn't slept well for awhile, and without my dress hiding my weight loss you could also see that I had lost like 12-13 pounds.

No I wasn't anorexic, I had always been skinny, not really really skinny more like, well just skinny with curves.

But now I knew that I had lost to much weight for it to be healthy, but I couldn't help it, well I could, but it was because of that I hadn't eaten much sense my dad died, I had lost my apetite, you know?