Still the One

Jordan
I had been scrolling though my mentions on Twitter for three hours and all I had seen was hate.
"Jordan you're a slut!"
"Niall why are you dating that ugly bitch? You'd be much better off with me!"
"I would make a much better girlfriend for Niall than Jordan."
And that was some of the nicer stuff. And to top it all off, at my latest swim meet, I was told by a Directioner swimmer that a size 38 might fit better than that 34 I was wearing and wouldn't Niall want a skinnier girlfriend? I decided I couldn't take it any more. I walked into the bathroom and took off my shirt and pants to look in the mirror. All I could see was fat. I had just eaten, and that made matters worse. I took a deep breath and threw up everything I had eaten that day.
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Lauren
My tumblr was full of hate. I had no idea how they found it, I ran just a regular Directioner blog. And it wasn't even my name that I used.
I'm just a worthless slutty bitch, and Harry's using me anyway; my family was pretty well off, so was Jordan's. I knew there were better things for me to be looking at, but something about the hate made me keep coming back. Everyday for weeks I read the hate. Every last bit of it. I knew it wasn't healthy, but I couldn't give it up. It was my addiction somehow.
It wasn't until I saw photos of Harry with his hands on another girl's butt that I mustered the courage to do it. I grabbed my razor and dug deep into my skin, the blood pouring out almost immediately. Thankfully, I was able to stop the bleeding and cover it with a bandaid quickly. And this would be occurring for many months now.

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