Aimee's P.O.V.
~1 week later~
I can't believe Harry's making me see a counsellor. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine.
I stood in front of the mirror like I do every morning. I don't look any different than yesterday. I don't know what Harry thinks I looked like but I think I look normal. If anything, I look tired. I pulled out my consealer and applied it under my eyes to cover up the purple-ish coloured circles. I then put my foundation over the top, along with mascara and the usual bits and pieces. I pulled my hoodie over my head and pulled it down to my waist. It felt rather empty but I ignored it and went out of the bathroom to find Harry waiting on me.
Harry's P.O.V.
I've done my research on anorexia. Apparently 'individuals suffering from it may practice repeated weighing, measuring, and mirror gazing, alongside other obsessive actions, to make sure they are still thin, a common practice known as 'body checking'. Aimee always spends her time looking in a mirror. She's a bit like Zayn... only Zayn isn't losing weight I've taken her to a doctor and he said the exact same thing as Meghan - to get her to trust me then bring her to a counsellor. It's her first meeting with him today. She doesn't believe she needs to see one and "doesn't have time to eat" which is nonsense. There's still something bothering her which I hope the counsellor guy can find out to stop this craziness before it takes over Aimee's life.
She walked out of the bathroom to find me waiting on her. "Hey, you look gorgeous today." It wasn't a complete lie. Under her slight makeup, I can still see her pale face with her tired looking features. I don't care what anyone else says, I still think she's beautiful.
"You're just saying that. I don't need to see this guy. I'm ok." This is the really annoying part. I haven't actually said to her that I think anything is wrong, but she assumes I'm thinking it and denies it before I can even get the words out.
"Come on, we'll be late." I smiled.
"We"
"I'm coming with you. I'll wait outside for you." I held out my hand for her. She didn't take it but walked passed me and opened our front door.
"I don't need you running after me like this. I'm 18; I can do things for myself." And this is another thing. Pushing me away when I'm only doing what's best for her. I can't take this for much longer.
~
The counsellor she saw called me in at the end of Aimee's session. He told me everything I already knew was wrong with her. He says after a few more sessions she should start to realise what's wrong. Then he hit me with some shocking news. "I think I may have found the source of her problem."
"Yeah, my fans sent her quite a lot of hate recently and it went straight to her head-" I started to explain.
"Not exactly. I think that may be a small part of the problem, but she's using that as a cover up as to what really happened." I raised my eyebrows. He's uncovered a mystery. "She informed me that her parents have recently divorced."
"What?!" She didn't tell me anything about this. How could I have been so stupid?! I thanked the guy and I found Aimee in the reception. We drove around to the 1D house.
Liam's P.O.V.
Two weeks and 3 days until Meghan's home - not that I'm counting. "Not long now." Meghan said.
"I know. I can't wait." I could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke. That made me smile too but I soon stopped when I realised she couldn't see me. Zayn saw however and smirked, shaking his head so I decided to leave the living room and head upstairs. Just as I was going up, Harry and Aimee came home. "Hey, how'd it go?"
