Just By Chance || Niall Horan (2)

Chapter 16.

• Sixteen : Hard times •

  ✨November 18th 2017;

Tears of frustration run down my cheeks as I attempt to eat more of the meal in front of me. It's been like this for the past three weeks. I have no appetite whatsoever since leaving hospital.

"What's wrong, boobear?" Louis asks, sitting himself at his kitchen table beside me. I've been staying with Louis since we got back to London three days ago, as Niall has some football tournament up north in Yorkshire or something. He'll be back soon, though.

You're probably wondering why I haven't stayed at home with Perrie?

Well her and Jake are currently holidaying in Ibiza since they spent so much time apart when she spent so much time in LA with me.

"I'm anorexic!" I cry.

"Freya, you're not," he shakes his head. I raise my eyebrows at him, standing up and pulling my top up to show him my slim stomach. He seems surprised when he notices my ribs and hips sticking out, but continues to shake his head. "You're not anorexic, it's because of you being sick," he reassures me.

"It's been weeks and the weight isn't going back on!" I cry. "How can I expect Niall to be comfortable with me when I'm not comfortable with myself?"

"Stop putting yourself down, Freya," he demands, "You are not anorexic, now get your shoes," he tells me, heading to the bench to grab his car keys. I slip my shoes on my feet with difficulty, limping as I follow him to his car.

It's half an hour later we pull into Tesco's underground parking, Louis doesn't say anything as he gets out of the car and goes straight to get a trolley. I sigh, shaking my head as I follow him.

"Lou, what are we doing here?" I ask, slowly following him into the store where he begins browsing the aisles.

"Shopping? I need groceries," He hums, turning down the sweet aisle where a group of boys stand messing about. I'd say they're only around 17/18. If I'm being honest, Tesco seems to be a lot of teenagers hang out place, they'll come in here, sit in the café, or simply walk around the aisles messing. I've never really understood it.

"What do you want?" Louis asks, putting about six £1 bars of Cadbury's dairy milk into the trolley. I spot Niall and I's favourite sweets and popcorn, sitting them in the trolley.

"Can you slow down?" I hiss in pain, limping after him down the aisle. In the corner of my eye I notice one of the boys nudging his friends and nodding his head towards Louis. "Louis Tomlinson!" I demand. He stops, bursting into laughter as he turns to look at me.

"Freya Clarke!" He screams, causing many shoppers to turn and look at us.

"If Niall was here, he'd beat your ass," I teasingly threaten, "but seriously, stop walking so quick, it hurts."

"Hey man, can we get a picture with you?" One of the boys asks, trying to contain his excitement. Louis smiles, as I'm handed six phones, each of them asking me to take a picture on theirs.

"You're Horan's girl, right?" The brunette asks as I hand him his phone back. I nod, smiling. "Is he here?"

"Um, he's actually at a football tournament in Yorkshire," I explain.