Saved In The A.M.

2-Wolves

The reaction I got for the first chapter has been so lovely thank you so much! I have always wanted to write but I've been hesitant but the kind comments I've received have made it worth while.
PS. I recommend listening to every song I mention bc they're all so good but listen to Harrys cover of Girl Crush, it will change your life :)
- All the love xo
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I woke up the next morning with a sore stomach growling like a pack of wolves from the lack of food it had been allowed recently. I checked my location and discovered we had driven to Sydney throughout the night. We were up in Sydney for some TV and radio interviews with channel 7, 9 and 10 and station 101.1, 100.3 and 101.9 before we flew back to London for the short break. It was 9am which means we'd probably just arrived and would have to get up any second to get ready for the many interviews that were planned today.

"Rise and shine lads!" The familiar voice of Paul our security exclaimed.
Moans and groans were heard throughout the bus from the boys that didn't want to get up... except for me of course because any chance to get up and move is more opportunity to lose weight.
"C'mon boys, last early morning before you have a month to wake up at whatever time you want!" Paul voiced trying to improve the situation.
More moans and groans were all that followed however the others all reluctantly got up anyway.

When we filed out of the tour bus, crazy, screaming fans were being held back by barricades. All of them were saying things like "I LOVE YOU HARRY!!" And "KISS ME NIALL" or "YOU'RE PERFECT LIAM" but all I could hear them say about me were things like "LOUIS YOU FAT PIG LOSE SOME WEIGHT" and "I HATE YOU LOUIS KILL YOURSELF" or "I WISH YOU LEFT NOT ZAYN, NOBODY WANTS YOU THERE ANYWAY". I felt like breaking down and running inside and never coming out but instead I put on a brave facade while waving and smiling at the fans despite knowing they obviously weren't here for me. I'm disgusting right?

I was lost in thought, anticipating the day that was to come, ready for the same old questions being asked, "how's it going without zayn?", "is the upcoming hiatus permanent and when do you expect to be back?", "so Louis you're expecting a baby with Briana Jungwirth, are you excited to be a father?" all of which were tediously expected. The baby was just a promotion stunt used to get more sales and the rest of the boys knew that but what they didn't know is I would never have a baby with a woman of my own because I only have eyes for Harry. And even then I'm never gonna get him so why even bother, I'll just end up forever alone in a big empty house with no one to love except for Clifford but I love that dog so I guess it will be good enough.

"Louis?!" Niall says, snapping me out of my thoughts that had all but consumed me
"Hi, sorry. What? Yes." I said, accidentally rambling on.
"God you were gone for a bit there what the hell were you thinking about that had you so distracted?!"
Oh you know just about how much I hate myself and how much everyone else hates me too and how much I'm in love with Harry and how much I wanna cry knowing I'll never have him and how I'm gonna be forever alone.
"Oh um I don't know"
"Well anyway" he drags out both words with a confused look on his face
"Lou just told us we are getting our hair, makeup and clothes done after breakfast so c'mon let's go eat"
SHIT I think to myself.
"Um listen Ni, I'm not actually that hungry so I reckon I'll just stay here"
"What do you mean? You haven't eaten since before the show... yesterday!" Niall argued with emphasis on the "yesterday". I realised that he was right and there wasn't nothing I could do about it.
"Wow you're not wrong! Time flies when you're having fun am I right" I say trying to lighten the mood and take away the attention from the fact that I didn't want to eat.
"Okay let's go then!" Niall says enthusiastically, looking forward to his next meal as always.

We reach the studio and there's a table with tonnes of croissants, bagels, cereals, fruits, juice, eggs, bacon, pancakes and so much more. It's overwhelming and I decide to opt for the healthiest option which is an apple. I pick it up and take a large bite appreciating the sweet taste. The boys all grab plates and pile heaps of food onto them. Niall, bacon and eggs, pancakes and a bagel with a bowl of cereal in his other hand and a small bottle of orange juice tucked under his arm with a straw clenched fittingly between his teeth. Harry, a ham and cheese croissant and a chocolate croissant, a bunch of grapes, a couple slices of watermelon and an apple juice. Liam, smashed avo on toast topped with feta and tomato, some orange eighths, and a ham and cheese croissant for himself as well as an apple juice. I was jealous that all the boys could just eat whatever they wanted and not feel guilty so I quietly sat in the corner eating my apple and reading through tweets to remind me why I wasn't eating like them.