Step Siblings (James McVey/The Vamps)

What's Happened?

James' point of view

The Chinese had arrived, and instantly Tris and Con made a mad dash towards the door, they never say the like Chinese food, but they seriously do. Brad was staring at Olivia and I, but Liv just looked sick to her stomach. I pulled her up from the bed, giving her a sympathetic smile.

"you know you'll still have to eat, weather you're good at acting ill or not." I tell her like a smart Alec. She groans in response, but I just ignore it.

When we got downstairs we realized that instead of just ripping open the boxes and eating, the guys had actually made an attempt to serve it properly. Tris handed Livi a plate full of...everything.

"Tris, I can't eat that much, my stomach can't hold that much food." she says panicking, I wanted to tell her that she would be okay, and to just eat what she could, but the I realized she hadn't had one bit of food in the last 72 hours.

"Just eat half,okay?" he asks her, she nods at him ut still looked disturbed. Half, that plate was full, but I still though she should at least try to do more. We didn't talk much during this dinner, we were to busy stuffing our faces, or in Olivia's case, moving the food around to look like she'd eaten.

"Liv, we can tell you've only had like 3 bites." Brad tells her, she looks a bit embarrassed, but then she tried to eat more. About seven more bites in, she looked really ill.

"Livia, I think you should stop, you don't look too well" Con told her, she just nodded. and sat back.

"I think I'm going to go to bed now, night!" she said, faking a bit of happiness for us.

Olivia's point of view

That was more food that i had eaten in months and I didn't even get a 3rd of the plate down. You see, I'm not skinny enough so I've been keeping myself away from food, just until I was size 0 and not 8.

I could tell the food was setting well with me, so I went into the guest room's toilet and attempted to quietly vomit it back up. I only had to trigger it a bit, and before I knew it, all the food in my stomach was rushing up my system and out my mouth, just the way I like it. I just needed one more movement before my stomach would be free of all content and I could sleep on an empty tummy like normal. I did push my tongue down far enough or something, and instead of vomiting, I just gagged, really loudly.

Within seconds all four boys were in the guest room's bathroom. James was rubbing my back, Con held my hair, Tris attempted to calm me down with words -that I wasn't listening to- and Brad just stood there, trying not to get sick on himself.

As soon as I finished and cleaned up a bit, the boys wouldn't let it go. They kept asking me why I was doing it, and why I hadn't talked to them, all that jazz.

In all honesty I didn't have a reason for that, I guess I just didn't think it was important, I mean I don't have much practice at being social, is it that needed to tell your friends if you make yourself sick?

Just then I hear my phone ringing.

"Magda?" Connor asks,

"No, it's my neighbours," why'd they call me? Was our house okay? Were we robbed? I answered the call worried,

"hello, this is Olivia Burgundy?" I say, though it comes out as a question.

"Ah yes Livia! We were just wondering if you wanted us to tell the police officers outside of your house that you aren't home, or if you'd like to talk to them?" Myrtle my very sweet elderly neighbour asks.

"Police? I'll talk to them I guess." I say unsure,

"Alright deary, let me just hand you off to the officers, she say with a laugh.