Do you really know them? (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Louis POV

I walked back up the stair thinking about what Frankie had said to me, about myself about the others.  Why the fuck did I not notice Niall not eating, he’s like my brother.  Surely I’m meant to care about him and notice these things?

Because you’re selfish, arrogant.  No one likes you

I took a deep breath before walking into my flat, not wanting the company of the other boys anymore.  We were breaking apart and I didn’t know what I could do about it. 

Sure Zayn had always been quiet and secretive, Liam had always liked a drink and Harry’s mood swings where becoming obvious but they had never all clicked together like this.  Maybe all we needed was an outside opinion on everyone.  There was a knock at the door and I opened it, assuming it would be one the boys but was shocked when I found Megan, Zayn’s girlfriend on the door.  I mentally groaned, no one liked her, she was fake as hell but Zayn still seemed to be into her. 

“What do you want?” I asked, not letting her into the flat.  I was perfectly aware of what she could be like and I knew she had been rude to fans before.

“I want that little bitch to stay away from you.  All of you”  I frowned.  Who does she mean

“Frankie?”  She rolled her eyes and I took that as a yes.  “Why?”

“You really think she’s any good for you.  Zayn decides to have a strop and have her settle him down instead of you guys.  Jesus they were practically kissing at the club.  She’s going to steal him away from me and I cannot let that happen.  Understand?”  She ranted, I sighed before going to shut the door, I was fed up for her getting jealous as soon as Zayn got close to another female.

“She’s going to rip this band apart and take you all to hell.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you” she said before walking down the corridor towards Zayn’s flat.  I blinked a few times, still standing at the door.  Empty threats I guessed.  No I knew, I was happier than I ever normally was when she was around, there was something about her.  The voices never came to me when we were together.  Maybe.  Maybe I needed her?

Niall walked past the door, giving me a strange look and I realised I was staring into space looking like a madman.  As much as I wanted to talk to Niall I decided to leave it until the next morning, I was tired and when I was tired I usually got stressed and everything would go wrong.  I just had to hope that tonight I could get a peaceful night...

Nialls POV

As soon as I got into my flat I pulled out my phone and I was about to text Frankie, but it turns out I already had a message from her

Please eat something Niall, trust me you don’t need to lose anymore weight

I let out a harsh laugh.  Oh but I do Frankie, I do. 

Same goes to you

I replied.  Did she really think I hadn’t noticed her not eating much, I guess once you have this kind of disorder you become more aware of the people around you, whether they are eating, the length of their sleeves, if they go to the bathroom as soon as they’ve eaten.  You notice certain things that other people don’t because they don’t know what they are looking for. 

Okay let’s make a deal.  We meet up or skype whatever for one meal of the day so we make sure each other eat?

I thought about the situation.  Neither of us would probably keep up our end of the deal but there was no harm in agreeing to it.  I knew what I was doing was bad, and I knew that some fans were beginning to notice that I looked skinny and pale

Not skinny enough

I clenched my hands into fists and felt my fingernails dig into my palms to bring focus back.  I couldn’t let the voice inside my head win, I had to fight this, if not for me, for the fans, for Frankie.

Yeah sure, 8am at Costa?

Costa was always a good place to meet people, paps thought that celebrities would always go to Starbucks and always seemed to ignore Costa, which was great for me as I preferred Costa over Starbucks, plus they have less calories.

Sure, see you there, J

I smiled before gently throwing my phone onto my bed and collapsing after it.  I was tired, being social seemed to always tire me out which didn’t go well when you were an international pop star.  We were always being promised a break but all that happened was we would spend the break writing for a new album or making TV appearances.  It had been a long time since I had done nothing for a whole day, and I missed it.  I missed Ireland where everyone just accepted me, especially in Mullingar, no one questioned who I was they all just saw me and Niall who grew up there.  I missed it. 

I felt my eyes start to close but I couldn’t sleep yet.  I groaned as I got up and stripped off, walking into the shower and letting the hot water wash over me, relaxing me.  I looked down and for the first time I saw how much my ribs pocked out and my hip bones.  I felt like I was looking at someone else’s body,  surely it wasn’t me whose skinny?

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a repetitive banging noise into the wall behind me.  I frowned then remembered I was next to Zayn’s house and Megan had come over.  I groaned, wanting to throw up at what they would be doing and quickly got out of the shower to put some music on to cover the noises up.  None of us knew why he was dating her, all she was was a fake bitch who didn’t give a damn.  She was a bitch to Danielle which really bothered me, I was close with Danielle and I didn’t want her to get hurt, she was too good for that.

I collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep quickly, not bothering to check twitter although I had said I would follow some people, I was too tired to do anything like that at the moment.