Strong(sequel to Still the One)

Jordan
We were both in trouble. Harry and Niall had grounded us for two weeks.
*flashback*
"Jordan, Lauren, you're grounded," Harry said sternly.
"What?" I said, laughing.
"You're grounded," Niall said simply. "For two weeks."
"You've got to be kidding me!" Lauren smirked. "You're our boyfriends. Not our parents!"
"Well, we're in charge of you, so whatever we say goes. Right, Kyle?" Harry stated.
"That's right, Barry," Niall said with a smile.
*end of flashback*
It's been three days. And I'm already sick of it. Our parents had never grounded us, so this was entirely new.
The boys secretly told me to monitor Lauren, and I'm sure they told her to monitor me as well, but we had completely different schedules. When I was at home, she was at school or practice, and vice versa.
When we were home together, we were doing homework or chilling. The only things we couldn't do while grounded were hang out with friends, go out aside from school and practice, and see the boys. Well, they came over to bring us food, since we weren't allowed to go out, and they always stayed 'til Lauren and I had finished eating. I knew why and I sure as heck wasn't going to comply. I mean, they wouldn't see me, but I'm very good at being deceptive.
Once, after the boys had left, it was a Tuesday, Lauren and I were actually home at the same instant. We actually had time together since our game/meet had been canceled due to the inclement weather. It was unbelievably cold, the temperatures were reaching down to five degrees. The wind chill made it even worse. A whopping negative three. Lauren and I hadn't seen conditions like this in years, and when we had, we hadn't been living on our own.
Lauren was bundled up in her zebra print snuggie, and I was wearing an oversized white sweater that could've covered my hands if I didn't pull the sleeves up.
I had introduced her to my favorite Hallmark show: When Calls the Heart. It's about a nineteenth century heiress who goes off into the west to become a teacher. My mother and I were frequent viewers.
"So this is about a rich girl who gets babysat by her cute army friend?" Lauren asked.
"Yup. His name's Jack. And hers is Elizabeth. Ahh! I ship them so much! They're my O-T-P!" I replied, with lots of fangirl. "But in the movie that came out before the show, the guy's name was Edward and I think he was much cuter, but my mom disagrees."
"Hmm," Lauren said with her eyebrows raised. "We might have to watch the movie sometime."
I giggled. "Of course!"
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Lauren
Only a week left of our grounding. Jordan and I are super excited. We cheated a little by making the boys take us to church. We said we had always gone to church every Sunday and our parents wouldn't be happy with them if they didn't let us go. So we did. We went to the Catholic Church nearby; I'm Catholic, but Jordan's Protestant. She's allowed to go to mass though because her grandparents are Catholic and she went to church with them quite a bit growing up. Niall's Catholic too, but Harry only pretends to be for interviews. So we went to church. Jordan had this really pretty new turquoise dress and I wore a purple maxi skirt. And church was really the only thing we did all weekend. It was really boring. It was the one weekend that neither Jordan nor I had sports. So we hung out at home all day.

I could tell Jordan missed her piano. Our apartment was too small for her pink baby grand, so she had to settle for an old fashioned upright. She had grown up on grands(her family owned three! Just for her!), so everything else was new to her.
She practiced everyday and still took lessons. After taking lessons for over ten years, she could easily play anything put in front of her. Right now, she was working on the Entertainer, or the ice cream truck song. You wouldn't believe how many kids in our complex she had tricked into thinking there was one outside.
Meanwhile, I hadn't exactly kept my promise to Harry. I wasn't cutting my wrists, but I was scraping the insides and tops of my thighs. It was painful,yes, but something about it made me feel better. Like nothing the fans and haters said mattered anymore. Well, it was the reason I couldn't keep my promise, yet somehow, I found myself cutting out of habit, rather than depression. I would have just finished breakfast and think 'Oh Lauren, go grab your razor!' I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm so ashamed, and yet, I can't stop. It's my addiction. In other recent news, Jordan hasn't stopped throwing up. She made it six hours and then threw up everything she had eaten, which wasn't much. Niall had sent her to group once, but she said all the people had already stopped, so it wasn't much help. She also whispered to me that they were all fat, so I have no idea. Maybe everyone who's not a twig looks fat to her. I don't know and hopefully I never will.
I want to confront Jordan and tell her to stop, but I feel like she won't take it the right way and end up being mad at me. Plus, it might be a little hypocritical to tell her to stop when I so clearly haven't.
I don't know what we're going to do, but for right now, we're just going to feign happiness and act like it's alright. I'm not sure what else we can do. We've both tried, but have we given it our best?

Notes

Finally done. If you are cutting or forcing yourself to throw up or starving yourself, please stop. I know it's not that easy, but you were made for so much more and you are beautiful. Somewhere in the world, someone loves you and I hope it's more than one person. I'm one of those people. So if you are self harming in any way shape or form, please message me and I will reply at my earliest convenience.
All my love,
Jordan
P.S. I'm on all three websites periodically so message me from any of them. Seriously. I want to help you. Don't forget that you are loved! By me and so many others!:)