Empty Inside (Diall)

Part Two

“You don’t have to. I mean, we could just like, hang out and talk. There’s no need for food, I’m not choosy on dates!”

“It’s normal for a boyfriend to want to do these things for his girlfriend, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but—”

“Then don’t worry. I’m doing this because I want to.”

“I know, and I think that’s really sweet and all, but…”

“But…? Do you think picnics are a little out of style? Louis kind of said so, and I don’t want to bore you…”

I giggled. “No, no, it’s nothing like that! Trust me, I just think being with you is enough.”

“Demi, this is the first date we’ve had in…almost three months, really. Let’s make it memorable! And I’m sure I’m not the only one thinking we don’t go out together very much.”

He was right. Even I yearned for a few romantic dates, with him. If it weren’t for these two disorders I was dealing with, I would have been jumping for joy. “Mmhm, yeah, you’re right. But I think it’s be good if you told me when you were coming beforehand, you know, so I could—”

“Haha, nice try, Demi! Nope, it shall be a surprise! I gotta go now! Love you!”

I rolled my eyes. “I love you,” I placed my phone on the kitchen table, and grabbed myself some orange juice.

Fries wasn’t such a good idea for a healthy new diet, so we’ll start as slowly as possible. Orange juice is packed with Vitamin C after all, this is definitely healthy.

I did my best to swallow down the whole glass. Once I did, however, I started to gag like crazy. I covered my mouth, and just kept doing my best to keep it down. I was going to keep my toilet sink vomit-free. I’ll take one step at a time and overcome this. Yes, it’ll definitely work.

I can only hope that eating with Niall will increase my motivation, and help me keep my food down.

But that was definitely a one in a million chance.

My phone buzzed. I snickered, thinking that it was probably Niall, but it wasn’t. It was a text from Tyra, my publicist. I wasn’t so thrilled. She was one of the obstacles Niall and I had to pass through, defeating the management and being able to date officially.

It was a long way to go, but definitely worth it. Hate would be a little too much though, I just disliked Tyra’s decision when it came to my publicity.

Tyra Mason: Meet me at the studio. There are things we have to discuss and catch up on –Tyra.

I really didn’t want to. But she was my publicist and I couldn’t just act like such an immature person and ditch her like that. She had a job to do. I know it was really nothing personal.

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Soon enough, I was able to meet up with Tyra. There was a waiting area in the studio, where there were these comfy platforms you could sit on and a few higher ones as tables to place food on.

Wonderful, knowing Tyra, she’d probably brought food. Whenever there were times I’d get angry at her, she would either get angry back or bribe me with food. And this time, it was more on her fault, so she was most likely going to bribe me.

I turned the doorknob and stepped in, being waved at by Tyra who had a box of doughnuts on her table. I stared at the box of doughnuts, terrified. And I waved at Tyra, even though I really didn’t want to.

“It’s been really long!” she says, as I sit across her.

“Well, I guess, if you consider a month long…”

“It is to me, usually I’d at least see you twice a week.”

There was an awkward silence, and I knew I had to fix it. “So,” I began. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”

“Ah, yes. The recording went pretty well, and we’re thinking you should record one more song to finish your whole album, how’s that sound?”

“Yeah, sure, I think I’ve got a song on hand.”

“Feel free to have a doughnut, I can’t eat this on my own, Demi,” she giggled.

Right, it’d be weird if I don’t at least take one. And I thought keeping my food down was hard; eating in front of someone while trying will be so much worse.

“Yeah,” I said sheepishly. I took a doughnut but didn’t take a bite at all. Even the smell was starting to ache my hunger. But I didn’t want to. There was a risk that of all people, my publicist would know.

She started asking about Niall while taking doughnut by doughnut. Sweet, she’d probably be able to finish without me. It went well, and I was able to enjoy talking about Niall with her. And here I thought she was against the decision of me dating Niall.

The publicity stayed alright, a bit of hate mail that I didn’t allow myself to read, but other than that, I honestly loved being with Niall. At least, knowing he was finally mine was alright really.

I would find myself thinking if he was thinking of me, how girly of me.

“Demi?”

“Yeah?”

“You haven’t even taken a bite out of that one doughnut while we were talking. Is there something wrong?”

My heart started beating louder than it should have. I swallowed the lump in my throat. She couldn’t noticed it now. She just can’t.