Eating Disorder. [NH AU] III

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irish born, new york raised niall horan was popular, loved and cared for. he caught the attention of both genders even though he was fully straight. he was straighter then the guy who owns playboy mansion. niall loved the feeling of being free having independence, he wanted to settle down some day with a girl. 

wait. i forgot to write that all in the past tense. that was then. now niall hardly answers his calls, if you try to talk to him on the streets he would flip you off. he keeps to himself and has an irritable attitude. this is mainly due to the lack of energy he has, he hasn't got enough time or effort to deal with other human beings and their so called drama. niall locks himself in his bedroom, blasts music and works out non stop to the point his parents are starting to forget what he looks like. he comes down for dinner though, eating his amount of food. but what no body knows, he throws it all up straight after. he leans over the toilet basin, and sticks his fingers into his mouth and moves them about until he feels his stomach churn and his undigested food all pours out of his mouth. it's not a pretty sight at all.

he has his fair amount of friends who would be as supportive as friends could ever be, but the problem was that niall felt the fear that they would be afraid of him and leave him all alone. so what niall did, he left them before they could leave him. he changed his appearance, and his parents moved him to london. it was a new start. a fresh and better start. 

starting a new boarding school has never been easy. especially an all boys school, an all boys one that requires everyone to be at their bests at sports. usually that wouldn't be a problem, however... now that niall had changed and niall was losing energy every day due to his eating and then throwing up... he of course wouldn't be as brilliant as his classmates. his parents didn't know this though. they thought he was fine. they thought he was as good in his sports as he was when they last saw him... that was two years ago. 

niall horan in an all boys boarding school, needing energy everyday to succeed in sports that would be graded.. was basically screwed. 

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"i'm going to miss you so much my little duckling. i can't believe you're going to be away from us for a whole week! this is a BIG step for us all. call us on your mobile whenever you can, send us letters, emails whatever- please. anytime! i love you so much little ni, pie." maura, my mother brought me into her arms, squeezing me close to her, in a bone crushing bear hug. you see she wants to nurture me for as long as possible... i don't understand why though. i want to be independent. she doesn't understand that though. she just wants to protect me and shower me with love an affection forever. 

"bye mom. i'll miss you too." i sigh back, wiggling myself from her overprotective grip. i back away from her, and drag my over packed suite case behind me as i walked into the massive not so modern building. what confuses me the most is how all boarding schools are so old fashioned. gosh. 

making my way into this ancient building and looking around i saw a lot of people with suitcases that were bulging out which relieved me slightly but also there was a downfall. all these people were more muscular, taller, toned and looked like they had been doing sports on a completely different level to me. why did i let my mother talk me into this again? 

everyone seemed to know one another which was crazy because i'm not even late or anything. in fact i'm half an hour early before registration starts; how did everyone know one another? i feel so left out already and i've only been here for two minutes. it's an two hour walk to get back home, should i do it? maybe-