Tahulah's P.O.V
I feel horrible. Sluggish almost. When I look in the mirror I'm disgusted with what stares back at me. I can't even stand to look in the mirror anymore, it's too replusing.
'Tahulah sweetie you have to get up, we have to leave in an hour.' Danielle mummers from beside me, stroking my forehead.
'I don't feel good.' I mummble before turning away from her.
'Honey I understand you haven't been feeling well that's why you have to get up.' Danielle soothingly tells me while patting the back of my head softly.
'No you don't get it.' I snap before shrugging out of her reach. I've been feeling strange for quite a while now. I go though stages of being depressed then being normal. Everyone says I need 'help' because I'm not 'coping', I only agreed to this stupid doctors appointment so everyone would just shut up and leave me be. I'm not mentally unstable, I'm just moody.
'Ok Tahulah your right I don't understand how your feeling, but I do want to help you. Please get up, go have a shower and get dressed and I'll have your breakfast ready by the time you come downstairs, ok sweetie? I love you.' She tells me before kissing my arm and leaving the room. I slowly heave myself out of bed and I stumble into my bathroom where I take my time in the shower letting the burning hot water run cold before I leave the shower. I pull on my yellow woolen jumper with my black leggings and slip on my vans, not even glancing in the mirror because I know I'll just be disppointed with what I see. I exit the bathroom to find Niall lying on my bed.
'Niall?' I question him cocking my head to the side.
'I've come to escort you to breakfast my fine lady.' He says in a posh accent. To be perfectly honest I don't have any patience for his stupid humor today.
'Whatever.' I shrug before walking out of my bedroom leaving him behind.
'Til's wait.' He sighs grabbing me by my arm and pulling me to a stop.
'What's wrong?' He asks confused, wrinkles forming on his forehead, I reach up and smooth them out with my fingers. If that boy's not careful he's going to age before his time.
'I just don't feel good today ok?' I snap at him. Gosh that's the second person I've snapped at this morning.
'I'm sorry.' He whispers before pulling me into a hug. What's with him and saying sorry all the freaking time? I shrink out of his embrace, not really liking being touched today and keep walking into the kitchen to see everyone in there; the lads, the Short Stack boys, Danielle and Eleanor all sitting around the table eating breakfast.
'Morning Tilly!' Andy chirps smiling and giving me a small wave. Which I return.
'Love there's a plate on the container for you.' Zayn smiles as he gets up and makes his way over to me.
'How are you feeling?' He asks, concern evident in his eyes. Why does everyone keep asking me that?
'Why does everyone keep asking me that? If I'm to be perfectly honest I feel like shit. So does that answer your question?' I snap at him before turning away from him with my plate and make my way into the family room to eat in peace, away from everyone staring at me. Niall makes his way slowly into the room he stops and looks at me as if his deciding on something before coming down and sitting next to me.
'Tilly were not going until you've eaten something.' Danielle calls from the kitchen.
'Niall can you eat it?' I ask him shoving the plate into lap.
'What? Why? You've got to eat something.' He says pushing the plate back into my lap while looking down at me with concern.
'Please Niall, I don't feel good.' I mummble shoving the plate back. I look up at him with pleading eyes before he gives in and starts eating.
