Strong(sequel to Still the One)

(Still Niall)
"Sounds great babe!" She answered.
After we hung up I made the reservation. I was picking her up at seven and we were going straight there.
When we had arrived, the waiter led us to our table, took our drinks, and gave us a moment to decide what to order.
While he was gone, I took full account of Jordan.
She was wearing a pink lacy dress that looked straight from the fifties. I noticed she looked skinnier than usual but I said nothing of it.
"What are you having, Princess?" I asked.
"I think I might get a steak?" She seemed to be asking for permission.
"Ooh me too! Are the steaks good here?"
"Yeah! They're the best!" She smiled.
The waiter had just returned.
"We'll each have a steak. Mine medium rare and hers medium well." She was going to be impressed that I knew her bake. But in all honesty, I called her mom yesterday.
As soon as he left, Jordan inquired about it.
"How'd you know how well I like my steak?" She asked surprised.
"A gentleman never tells," I smirked. "Just kidding. I called your mom yesterday."
She laughed. "I should've known, Niall Horan!"
"You really should have!" I teased.
Thirty minutes later, the waiter came back with our steaks cooked to perfection. We finished them in fifteen minutes flat. Along with two refills of Coke and Strawberry Lemonade.
Almost immediately after, Jordan placed her napkin on the table(it had been in her lap), and announced she was going to the restroom and she'd be right back.
She'd been doing this quite a bit lately, and I wasn't about to let her go unquestioned. I signaled to the waiter that we were just going to the restroom and would be back for the check upon finishing. He seemed okay with this and I took off for the ladies' room.
I was just about to go in when an older lady gave me a questioning look, so I settled for putting my ear to the door. It sounded like someone was throwing up. Just then, a middle-aged woman walked out with a little girl.
"Excuse me," I said.
"Yes?"
"Was anyone else in there?"
"Just one girl. Why?"
"That's my girlfriend. And I think she's doing something she shouldn't be," I said. It was pretty blunt, but this woman didn't need to know.
She held the door open for me as I walked in silently.
It was definitely Jordan throwing up. I walked into the stall next to hers, quietly stood on the toilet and looked over at her.
She was gagging herself! A thought occurred to me that she might be bulimic.
I hopped off the toilet and walked out of the stall to stand in front of hers.
A moment later, Jordan emerged, wiping her mouth. When she noticed me, she screamed.
"What the heck are you doing in here, Niall Horan?" she hissed. "This is the GIRLS' restroom!"
"I had to check on you."
"Well, now it's inappropriate! Get out of here, Horan!"
"Jordan, you need help!" I protested.
"No! What I need is to be skinny!" she shot back.
"I'm signing you up for counseling. Will you go?" I said.
She seemed to back down. "If I have to," she said submissively.
"Good. Now, let's go get some cheesecake. And you're not throwing up good cheesecake!" I said kindly.
"Fine. This is too good anyway," she flashed a fake smile.
"That's my princess!" I laughed and pushed her out the door, receiving several weird looks.
I was going to get Jordan on the right track. It was the least I could do.
"Oh my God!" Jordan said. "Harry's calling. He never calls me! Hello?"
Jordan put the phone on speaker so I could hear too.
"Jordan! You need to come to the hospital right now! Lauren's in trouble!"
"Are you sure? Lauren hurts herself a lot!" Jordan asked quizzically.
"She does. I found her unconscious in the bathroom," I heard Haz sigh.
"Okay, well which hospital are you at?" Jordan asked.
"The one by your school. Christ Hospital or something."
"Harry, it's Niall. We'll be there in twenty minutes," I said as Jordan hung up."You're not off the hook missy!" She scowled.

Notes

okay the end more to come with lauren. but this chaper is done