The Roommates (Louis Tomlinson.)

Carter's Back?

~2 weeks later~

After Louis got back and insane catching up, we both split our ways once again but not for long. Jay wanted me to come down for his birthday and of course I'm not going to miss my babes 22nd birthday. It's something I can afford to miss. It's like missing Christmas or some shit. But you know, when we get back next Friday, I heard Kelsey and Harry are going to plan this whole New Year's Eve party in a plaza and it's just going some huge party. And it's Kelsey who use to throw the biggest parties in high school. Her parents didn't care. They act like they're 14 half the time. And then two days after Lou's birthday, I'm turning twenty. God, I'm growing old. I hate it. I feel like I'm thirty. But then again.. For a few more days, I'm still a teenager- so you know, I'm not going to be a teen for long. I can't wait too. Being twenty. I'm going to feel older and start off fresh. I will feel like an adult. Just kidding, I don't want to be that old. Maybe I can be like Kelsey's parents and act 14 for the rest of my life. That would be okay, for me at least.

'Okay honey, it's dinner time!' Mum yells from downstairs.

'Be down there in a second.' I yell, shutting my laptop. I lazily got off my comfy bed and scooted out the door. Once I came to the stairs, I groaned in annoyance- knowing I would have to actually walk down them. I took my time as I stepped on each step carefully. You know, someone said take one step at a time- and that's exactly what I'm doing.

'You know if you walk that slow, you will get down here by tomorrow.' Austin says, passing me on the stairs.

'Oh shut up you goof.' I snap at him.

'Hey! Santa's coming in two days. I wouldn't say anything mean.' She snickers, sticking his tounge out at me. I gave him a face before he just skipped into the kitchen. I could hear the chairs being scrapped against the floors, knowing they sat down. And without me? Like what the hell? Anyways, it's my day to eat so I don't have to worry about eating too much. You know, I'm actually taking this more serious than I should. It's really scary. I only eat once a week and I can as much as I want that day and then eat again next week. I don't really end up eating a lot either since I have grown use to not eating. I have lost weight though. It's pretty scary how much. I think in two weeks of being Anorexic, I have lost 5 pounds? That's a lot to me. And I do only eat very little so I don't gain as much weight. The problem is, when I go to Louis' I'm not allowed to eat that day (in my head) so I'm just going to be awkward sitting there with no food. I hope no one would notice. I will plan to tell Louis someday though. Maybe in two months. Just enough where I can feel better about myself.

'Im glad you can join is fianlly.' My dad snorts, while I watch Austin stab his pasta and shove it into his big mouth. I don't even remember walking into the kitchen? What the hell?

'Dad, she's been dead for a few days without Louis.' Austin says, rolling his eyes.

'Shut up Austin.' I say, sticking my tounge out at him.

'Hey, we actually cooked dinner for you. If you want to eat.' My mum says, just stopping my heart.

'W-what?' I stutter, starting to get this huge panic attack. I feel my legs shaking under me and that knot in my stomach with a lump in my throat.

'I mean, you've been standing there watching us. Do you want to sit?' She asks. I quiet sigh of relief comes from my mouth as I pull my chair and shakily sit on it. I take the bowl with pasta in it and take just enough to where I don't have that much. I put the bowl back and pick up my fork, staring at the noddles and sause sitting on my plate.

'Is that all you're going to eat?' Dad asks.

'Yeah, I'm not that hungry.' I shrug.

'You also said that yesterday when you didn't eat at all.'