one direction imagines(english and dutch)

You have an eating disorder (Niall)

complete silence. That's the only thing heard except for the scraping of forks against the plates. Nobody says anything, the tension stopping them from doing so. The tension only increases when my father started to glare at me. One look in his eyes, and I knew he was angry. His eyes are gleud to me, making an uneasy feeling to form in my stomach. "Why aren't you eating" he demands. "I I'm not hungry" I stutter out and hear him scowl. "Just it eat, now" he orders before taking a bite himself. "I can't, I really can't. I'm sorry" I whimper. "Yes you can! the doctor gave you medication so stop being a drama queen and just eat your food already!" he growls. Tears try to find their way out of my eyes but I push them back, knowing he will think I am putting up an act to avoid eating. "I really can't do it dad" I say with a cracking voice, but regret it the moment it left my mouth. "QUIT THE ACT, I KNOW WHY YOU DID IT, YOU WANTED ATTENTION! YOU'VE HAD YOUR ATTENTION, SO JUST EAT THE DAMN PLATE ALREADY!" he yells making me flinch and squeeze my eyes closed. "I TOLD YOU I CAN'T DO IT! YOU DON'T GET IT DAD, IT'S HARD FOR ME! PLEASE JUST... leave me alone" the last part is lowerd to a whisper as I get up and run towards the door. I quickly grab my jacket and run out in the cold decembre air. I run towards the only place I know I can always go to for comfort, my boyfriend Niall his house. My dad has been this way ever since I passed out 2 weeks ago. He thinks I do it to gain attention, but I'm not. I just had a really rough time and people pointing out your flaws when you are feeling down doesn't exactly cheer you up. that is the reason I started to eat less, I thought that if I would statify the people that critisized me, my problems would fade. but they only became worse so I kept trying harder and harder to lose weight. That's where it went wrong, I tried to hard and couldn't see that my ribs started to stick out just like my hip bones and I ignored the way my body protested. I have drilled the progress of ignoring my hungry stomach and making up excuses in my mind, I have trouble getting all those thoughts out of my head. With trembeling hands I ring the doorbell at the familiar house. Shortly after that I hear the pounding of his feet down the stairs and see the door being opened. "(Y/N)? Babe, hey why are you crying?" He asks while guiding my trembeling body towards his, engulfing me in a much needed hug. "H he doesn't understand it Niall, h he won't listen to me" I sob in his chest. "Who baby?" He asks while guiding me towards the couch and softly pulling me on his lap. "M my father, h he forces me to e eat. E every meal of t the day a portion I wouldn't b be able to finish even before all o of this" I explain while burying my face in his shoulder. "Oh princes" he says before kissing the top of my head. "I think he doesn't really know how to handle it, after all he still loves you" he says while slowly rocking us side to side. "Have you eaten anything at all?" He asks and I softly shake my head. "No" I mumble and hear him sigh. "I'll cal your parents to let them know you will be staying with me for the night and then I'll make us some soup, yeah?" He asks and I sigh but nod. "I love u princes, no mather what" he says while pressig a kiss to your forehead. "I love you too Ni"

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Hey everyone!
New imagine, I figured I didn't make an english niall imagine yet, so there you go!
I do have a request:
I am searching for a co writer, someone who can pre read my chapters (not only of this book but also others) to take out any grammar mistakes and give feed back. If you are really good at english and would like to do it (ofcourse u will get promoted in the books you help with) please send me a message!!

Byee!!
Love y'all xxx