Bones [a One Direction fanfic]

Chapter 9

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I hear a guitar play.Then I hear voices sing in harmony.

"Wake up.
It's a beautiful day.
Get up.
I think it's time we say..."

Pause.

"WAKE UP JAAADE!!!"

 I shoot up from the bed so violently that I fall out of bed, this time I land on... my face. Believe me, that hurts. I groan, standing up to see all 5 of them laughing their bums off.

I'll admit it was funny, but revenge awaits...

I pick up my pillow run towards them and hit the shit out of as many of them as possible.

"SHE'S GOT A WEAPON!!" Zayn shouts.

"RUN!!!" Liam chant.

Niall is too busy laughing even more to be able to move and Louis and Harry are getting beat up by my pillow.

When my arms are sore and I'm breathing heavily I put the pillow down. Stare at their bodies shaking of laughter, I burst out laughing with them.

And I feel great. I actually feel happy. I havn't laughed like this in ages.

We go to the kitchen, some of us still chuckling. I see the table is set. Egg, bacon, toast, orange juice, milk and cereal. I frown, and the boys see my expression.

"You can do it Jade!" Niall encourage. The boys agree.

We sit at the table, the boys immediately digging in.

"Come on Jade, pick something." Louis says, gesturing at the food.

"I'll have some... cereal..." I say and get up to get a bowl and a spoon.

I put some cereal and pour the milk, but as I'm about to eat, I feel my anxiety come. I put the spoon down. I see that Harry is looking at me from the other side of the table.. I looked back at him. He kept staring at me. I looked into his eyes, feeling the anxiety fade away. I'm filled with comfort and butterflies in my- 

Wait. Butterflies? I look down, and start to eat my cereal. This feeling is familiar. Butterflies in my stomach? It's not like I fancy Harry. I mean he's good looking and all, but he'd never fancy me like that... I'm over thinking this. I have a bad habit of over thinking stuff, I should stop. I finish my cereal and get up to put my bowl in the dishwasher.

Wait.

I finished my cereal. Why did I eat it? Ugh, I'm so stupid! I already look like a- I feel a hand on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turn around and look directly into his eyes. His beautiful blue-green, comforting eyes. Then I suddenly realize his hand on my shoulder. He's so close... I feel the butterflies in my stomach again...

"You should probably get out of that one piece." He says smirking.

He pulls back his arm and leaves the kitchen, leaving me with a quickened heartbeat.

What did just happen?

"Come on guys, we need to get to the studio." Liam says bossy.

I go to my room, strip out of my one piece, take a quick shower and put my hair up in a wet bun. I dry myself off and take out a pair of black pants, a long white t-shirt with "ROCK'N'ROLL" written on it and a simple black cardigan. But the clothes are hanging. My pants are slipping off, the t-shirt is almost touching my knees and the cardigan looks more like a sack. 

"Jade, are you ready?" I hear Liam say as he knocks on my door and slowly opens it.

When he sees me, his mouth drops and he stares at me with a worried look. I look at my self in the mirror. It looks bad. Really bad. I don't care how loose my clothes are, I'm still fat! Ugh, I hate my self! I feel the tears well up. Liam comes over and gives me tight hug.

"Oh, Jade... Don't worry, we're gonna get you help. Don't worry." He says. I pull away from him.

"What do you mean 'help'?" I say, my voice cracking. The tears start to slowly stream down my face. "I don't want help. I don't need help!" I increase my voice.

Louis walks in.

"What's going o-" He looks at me from head to toe. "Oh, my..." He whispers with a shocked expression on his face.

The rest of the boys rush in, imitating each others facial expression. Is it that bad? Harry walks towards me.

"Jade..." He embraces me. "This needs to stop."

I breathe in his smell. He just makes me feel so... peaceful. I push hum away, and dry my tears away.

"Thanks guys, I'm fine. Come on, we need to go." The boys agree.

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"And... CUT!" 

We all cheer. We finally finished filming the video! We all hug, and cheer and high-five each other before we leave.

We're back at the hotel, the boys are still discussing how we're going to celebrate. Except Louis. He has a serious expression.

"Meeting. In the living room. Now." He says.

He is serious. I sit on the couch with Zayn to my right, Harry to my left, Niall on the floor infront of Harry's legs, Louis sitting on the armchair beside the couch and Liam standing behind it. Louis looks directly at me.

"Jade..." His tone is telling me I don't want to hear this. "You need help. There are probably many great treat-"

"NO!" I shoot up from the couch. "I am not going to a treatment center!"

"Why?" Liam asks.

Why?

"Because... I-I'm not... like that..." I'm not sick. I don't have a mental illness. "I'm not like those girls... I'm not skin and bones..."

"If you don't stop, you'll soon be." Harry says in a low voice.

I'll soon be? I shake my head.

"If you don't go to a treatment center, how are you supposed to stop?" Zayn asks. "If we could help you, we would. But this isn't a cold we could just give give you some medicine for. This is serious."

But that's not true. They can help me. Well, Harry can. But I can't tell them that. Can I?

But there is someone else I can tell.

"I know someone... that can help me." I say with a low voice.

I take out my phone and search through my contacts. Ah, there it is.

I press the "call" button. She picks up immediately.

"Jade?!"

"Hey, Demi..."

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