Chapter seven
As I stood there in the bathroom in Niall’s arms, I compared myself to the beautiful man. Why would he stand here holding me, me who was not far from anorexia. I looked like a freak, a circus show, yet he stood here holding me, he told me that I had beautiful eyes. Once I finished degrading myself I spoke into Niall’s chest, “I’m sorry” was all I could say. “what do you mean you’re sorry” said Niall , “I’m sorry you have to see me like this” I said as a wave of sadness swept over me, “don’t say you’re sorry” said Niall raising my face to look as his “your beautiful, I can see it, just because you’re not yourself right now that doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful”. I felt slightly better as Niall carried me back to the couch. “So what are we going to eat” Niall asked me, I thought about it, I wasn’t hungry considering I hadn’t eaten for three days. “I don’t know anything will be fine” I said, “okay”. Niall disappeared to into the other room whilst I snuggled into the pillows and watched the TV.
There was a knock on the door and I shuddered, “Niall” I called, “NIALL”, I started to panic, Niall came running, “it’s okay, it’s just the delivery guy” he said touching my cheek as he ran passed me and he opened the door. Niall said goodbye and walked back inside with his arms full. I pulled myself up and put my feet on the ground, I tried to stand up but Niall quickly put the food down on the table and sat me back down. He sat down next to me and pulled the throw around my shoulders and covered my legs. “Okay, we have chicken and corn soup, Italian sundried tomato and pesto pasta, a tray of chips and gravy, and special fried rice”, I giggled, “what are you giggling at” Niall smiled, “do you normally eat such weird combinations of food” I said jokingly, Niall laughed too, “no, I promise, I just thought I’d get a few different things for you to choose from”, Niall looked suspicious, for some reason I had a feeling he did eat like this all the time, but it was cute. Niall retrieved some bowls, plates and cutlery from the small kitchen and set everything up on the small glass table, he put a little bit of everything onto my plate, but nothing really grabbed me. Niall had cleaned up a whole plate of food within the time I had stirred my spoon in my soup and moved some food around on my plate. “Kady, you have to eat, please” Niall said desperately, I looked at him, “I’m trying” I lied and he knew it instantly, he grabbed a fork full of food “Open wide” said Niall as he aeroplaned some food into my mouth.
We finished dinner and Niall cleaned up, he then went and packed his suit cases. It was dark outside by the time Niall had finished packing all his belongings, “the taxi is waiting for us down stairs, are you sure you are okay to walk?”, “I’m fine” I said. Niall had given me a pair of his sweat pants and a huge hooded jumper to keep me warm as we were swapping hotels. We walked down to the taxi and buckled up our seatbelts, I was feeling very nervy and jumpy, watching everyone closely, but Niall was right on my tail the whole way down comforting and reassuring me that we were fine. I noticed the taxi driver looking at me, my palms started to sweat and I suddenly felt cold, in the tiny confined space of the cab in the dark, I felt the driver’s eyes piercing me in the review mirror. He looked tallish but I couldn’t tell because he was sitting down, he looked thin from behind the bars in the front seat, I didn’t even realise the iron bars that locked me in the back like a police car when I first got in. His eyes were starting to burn me, he had dark scraggy hair and dark eyes, and then he smiled evilly and I realized who it was... “GET AWAY FROM ME” I screamed as loud as I could, I undid my seatbelt and pushed myself up against the windows, I tried to open the doors but they were locked. The walls of the taxi started to close in on me, and the taxi driver jumped around trying to grab me from me behind the iron bars, the only thing separating me and him. My heart accelerated and I thought I could almost see it; I couldn’t feel my chest anymore, I was drowning in pain, “NOOOOOOOOOO” I cried as he grabbed me.
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London Calling
Fanfiction“Find a lovely Irish boy with blond hair and blue eyes” said Kate as she turned and walked away. As 17 year old Kady and her two closest friends head off to London on a summer vacation, in the mist of all her excitement she never expects to wind up...