On the Run (Zayn Malik fan fiction) [UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 21

I am so sorry I haven't updated, but I have been hardcore editing this book. I was reading it over one day and I thought

"What the hell was I trying to say!?"

So I've changed a couple chapters. Some have new parts added and others just have bits and peices added. Every chapter,however, was edited. I would suggest reading it over, but only if you want. Not really a big deal if you don't.

Once again sorry for the delay!!

Hope you guys like this chapter. Don't hesitate to comment!

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~Chapter 21~

Heather's POV

"Miss Fields?" I looked up at the doctor with tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.

"Yes?" I asked with a little sniffle.

"I'm sorry. I know this might be hard to think about, I mean your young and all but you just gotta face it. With help, you'll be just fine." He finished saying. I barely listened to what he said. His voice seemed so far away. I was lost. I didn't know what to do. I don't know what to think nor say.

"Ok." Is all I managed to say back. I got up from the chair and walked out of the doctors office. I headed out the door and waved over a taxi.

"Where to Miss?" The driver asked.

"Hotel Tiki Taka" I replied. He started the car and drove in the direction of the hotel.

After a couple of minutes, since the doctor wasn't that far, I arrived at the hotel. I didn't want to see anyone or talk to anyone. I just wanted to go to my suite, lay on my bed and just cry. So that's what I did. I went up in the elevator as the tears started getting thicker and thicker at each ding the elevator made as it passed a floor. Then with the last ding, the doors opened on the 20th floor. I ran to the suite, unlocked the door and threw myself onto the bed. I was bawling my eyes out. I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't talk to anyone. ESPICIALLY not Zayn. I love him with my life, I don't want to lose him over this. It's not fair. The doctor MUST have gotten it wrong. There was a point that I couldn't even cry anymore. I just stared at the window, still on my bed. I felt my eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second. Soon I was lost in my own little world in my head, also known as my dreams.

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When I woke up my eyes felt heavy. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked Awful. Hideous. I couldn't look at my self anymore, I turned around and headed towards the bathroom. I decided to take a quick shower, maybe it would calm me down.

I got out of the shower wrapped a towel around my body and looked at myself in the mirror again. I had bags under my eyes and I looked way too stressed. I shook my head and left the washroom to get my clothes. I lifted up my luggage and put it on top of the bed. I unzipped it and started searching for something to wear. I didn't really know what the plans were for tonight so I just decided to wear some jean shorts with an off the shoulder crop top that said 'Dream' on it. I put on light makeup to cover up the bags to make me look less revolting then before. I didn't really feel like going anywhere, but I know if I mope around everyone will know something's up. I don't want anyone to know until I can actually process this myself. I looked at myself in the mirror for like the 100th time and stared at my reflection. I felt disgusted with myself. Never in a million years, would I have thought that I would be mildly anorexic. I promised myself I would NEVER become anorexic after I saw how many good people turned to that. How bad it was. It's not something to be proud of. But I just don't get it. How can that be the case with me. I just, I don't understand. I felt tears starting to swell up in my eyes so I looked away. I shook my head and walked out of the room with my flip flops in my hand. As soon as I left I threw the flip flops on the floor and and put them on. I headed towards the elevator doors. I didn't know where the guys were, and at the moment I don't think I really cared. I wasn't ready to see them anyway. So I decided to just go for a walk.