Empty Inside (Diall)

Part Two

Empty Inside – Part Two

     I woke up to the ringing of my phone. And the fact that it was an Irish jingle didn’t really help the fact that I really wanted to just sleep it off. Niall was probably wondering why I hadn’t texted back, because in all honesty, I fell asleep pretty early last night.

And I wasn’t sure if that was exactly a good thing or not.

Sitting up, I grabbed my phone, and answered the call. I yawned a bit, and waited for Niall to speak.

“Demi! Hey, love, did you see my text?”

“Yeah, I did. Sorry, I kind of fell asleep, after and couldn’t really…reply.”

“Oh, I see! Well, I was really hoping you’d ask when,” he laughs.

“Why's that?”

“I wanted to tell you about how I was keeping my flight a secret to you.” At this point, my usual morning-phase faded away, but the hunger was starting to develop. It easily started to scare me.

“Uh, what do you mean?” I asked, trying to get my mind off the painful need for food. I wasn’t going to eat. Not for at least three hours. I just can’t.

“I’m not going to tell you when I’m coming there, it’s going to be a surprise!”

I cursed mentally. There was definitely no way of trying to get better before he comes. I didn’t even know when he’d be over. On one hand, I could eat now and lose it as fast I could, and on the other, I could squeeze the date out of Niall.

I chose the second option.

“Aw, come on! Don’t leave me hanging! I need to make sure I’ll look good enough before you come here!” Well, it wasn’t a lie.

“Don’t worry you’re beautiful just the way you are, love! How many times does a person have to tell you this for you to understand?”

I frowned. I really didn’t know why I doubted him, or everyone else in that matter. I took this as an opportunity and gobbled down on the French fries I ordered yesterday. It lost a bit of its flavor, and I wondered if it was alright to just plain out eat it, but I did.

I swallowed as hard as I could because it seemed like it didn’t want to go down. I exhaled, and took in a bit more, taking Niall and people who complimented me before I came back to my pitiful ways.

“Hello? Demi, you still there?”

“Yeah! Sorry, I got…hungry.”

He laughed on the other end. “That’s good!”

No, it’s really not.

“So, tell me, do you prefer sandwiches or subs?”

I raised an eyebrow at his completely random question. I wasn’t even sure what I preferred. So I turned to my previous self, before all this pitiful non-eating came back. “Uhm, subs, I guess? Actually, no, sandwiches are fine. Those really cute and tiny triangle-shaped one, you know?”

He laughed, and I heard a bit noise on the other end. I guess he was still busy. The thought of him charging his phone in haste just to call me made me smile. “Sandwiches it is, then! I’m thinking we should have a really good picnic packed with food!”

I frowned, and looked at the ground sadly. He was planning a date already, and packed with food even. If I barfed it all down, it’d be like a mother frowning at a child’s hard work. This was definitely bad. At least, the self-loathe I’d drown myself in, chimed down. But I still felt so bulimic every time I’d swallow a piece of food.