Hiiiii (oops) (or hey), I'm so sorry for not updating for two weeks, a lot has been happening, I dyed my hair, got a scene cut, and now everybody either calls me names or looks at me weird. So yeah. But, here's the story, no Ziam, a bit of Larry, but this focuses mainly on Niall since I haven't included him much in chapters and don't want him to be like a sidekick in my book.
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Louis and Harry awoke in each other's arms the next morning, both instantly smiling at one another, seeing as they were laying beside someone they thought were amazing.
"Morning Haz." Louis croaked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Morning Boobear." Harry said, returning a lazy smile.
"We haven't slept together in a while..."
"Maybe we should cuddle more often, because that was the best sleep I've had in months." Harry comments, sitting up and sticking out his hand as if that shake would form a cuddle alliance.
Meanwhile, a few flats down, a certain boy was standing, looking at himself in the mirror, frowning. He took off his shirt and looked again into the full length mirror. He frowned even more when seeing his tummy poking out ever-so-slightly of his loose sweat pants. Then, he took his stomach and squished it, seeing all the excess fat gathered in his hands.
The rather average, healthy weight boy started pacing his bedroom, thinking of how in the world he could let himself get this... "fat".
"I knew I shouldn't have eaten all of the food last night. I'm so stupid, I can't look like this!" The anxious bloke says to himself. "I have to do something, I will do something."
"Ni, ready for breakfast?!" He heard Zayn yell from the kitchen downstairs. Niall's heart quickly sped up as he yelled for Zayn to give him a minute. He went to go downstairs, but not before he wrote the word "overweight" on the palm of his hand.
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"Hey Niall. We made you breakfast, it's bacon, potatoes, and eggs, your favourite!" Liam told Niall, attempting to hand him a plate, but instead just gaining rejection.
"I'm um, I'm not very hungry this morning. Maybe you and Zayn just eat it? I'm gonna get dressed and go to the store." The blonde lad told Liam and Zayn, while they both looked at him with bulging eyes and gaping mouths.
"You're not hungry? Since when?" Zayn asked, trying to hide his astonishment. Niall shrugged while saying, "I'm jut not in the mood to eat, see you guys in a bit!" he yells, waving to his friends and heading upstairs, quickly changing into a plain white t-shirt and some blue jeans, putting on while Nikes and a SnapBack with sunglasses, then heading out the door.
As Niall arrived at the store, he couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated, as this was the first time in a year he's been to a store without at least one of the boys.
He slowly walked in, keeping his head low and shades on in hope no directioners would see him. He scanned the aisles in what he considers a healthy section, grabbing about twelve bottles of lemonade flavoured, zero calorie Viatamie water. He then got zero calorie Sparkling Black Cherry flavoured water. After that he took some grapes, eggs, bananas, and Kale from the shelves and tossed them in the cart.
As he was in the checkout aisle, he saw something that caught his eye. Laxatives. 'Perfect, these will help me be skinny like I've always wanted to be.' He thought to himself. So he snatched those up as well, throwing them down to be scanned, with the cashier giving him a look that said 'throw those down one more time, see what happens'. He apologised sheepishly, paid, and took his bags in his hands, carrying them to his car and driving back home.
But before he got home, he heard a familiar song pop on the radio, singing a familiar tune, a tune that sings, "Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe you don't know, you don't know your beautiful. That's what makes you beautiful."
He looked at the palm of his hand before rolling his eyes at One Directions old song on.
And without giving it a second glance, cut off the radio and pulled into his driveway, unloading the groceries and putting them away in his kitchen, going into his room and tucking himself in his bed to stare at the ceiling, with empty, blank eyes.
Dedication: LouisLovesPinkie because I just had a sleepover with her and she has awesome taste in books and she's just beautiful😘😍😝👌❤️
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