We'd been on tour for a month and it was already set in motion, from day 1. The only thing I had noticed was, Perrie must not be the traveling kind because, she got very moody and occasionally sick. The heat between Meg and Harry rose, they made it official, and very public. Niall and I were, on top of the world, he was, my world. I was his from what I could tell. The only thing that got me was, the hate. For example.

De-de Simmons @dededirectioner7
@SarIngram maybe lay off the buds, they make you fat ya know?

Ouch, but the threatening ones scared me.

Moni Croe @momocrocro
@SarIngram you fat pig,kill your self, Nialls mine! I know ALL the dates and where you'll stay!

I didn't want Niall to know, but, I'd stop eating, except when he was there, only a little then. Then they couldn't call me fat. The only person that knew was Meg, who had taken up the same process. I was ashamed but we'd vowed to take some vitamins, sometimes. Overall the group had been lively but, at the same time, quiet and sad. Not open like usual. But closed like a flower waiting to bloom. We all felt it, it hung in the air, it bounced form the walls like an actual presents. But still, none of us did anything, except Liam who lets everyone vent to him. Meg (my anorexic buddy) and I've considered talking to him, but we knew he'd tell Niall and Harry in a heart beat. I just, I wish we were like were a month ago, happy, upbeat. Alive, not the hollow shell of the corpse of our old friendship that had fallen apart.

Notes

No one requested a sequel:/ but I'm doin one! I simply love this story.