I Believe That We All Fall Down Sometimes

Chapter 1

*Andy P.O.V*

I stared at the toilet, groaning at what I knew was about to happen. It was inevitable, not that didn't make it any more inviting. If only I had told the guys I wasn't hungry. The problem was, after thirty-six hours without food, I couldn't deny that I was hungry, really hungry. I ate two slices of pizza. Two. Fucking. Slices.

The pizza weighed heavily in my stomach and I knew I wouldn't have to put much aid in, I was already nauseous. After checking to make sure the door was locked I leaned over the tour bus toilet and jammed my fingers in the back of my throat. It took a few attempts before the pizza was crawling back up my throat. I repeated the action two more times. When I began seeing blood I was content.

Flushing the toilet I looked at my reflection. What stared back at me was horrifying. My jaws was covered I'm fat and I could definitely see a double chin. My stomach poked against my shirt in a disgusting fashion. My thighs were far too squishy and I was ready to break up their friendship. My arms were all fat and no muscle. I was a blob. A fat, disgusting blob and I was determined to change that.

"Andy."

Shit.

I opened the door to reveal a very concerned looking Ashley. Ashley eyed me up and down before frowning and feeling my forehead. Normally Ashley wasn't like this and I couldn't help but find it strange, although I didn't mind it. Not one bit.

"We're you just throwing up?" Ashley asks, eyeing me wearily.

"What?" I swallowed, hoping Ashley wouldn't notice.

"You were, weren't you?" Ashley frowned again.

"No," I shook my head, "I was taking a piss."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Ashley sighed and went into the other part of the tour bus. I followed and plopped onto the couch next to CC, who was watching some animal planet show for who knows what reason. Jake Jinxx were messing with their guitars, much to CC's obvious displeasure. Ashley sat across from me, texting. Probably some girl he was planning on hooking up with. Not that I cared... Okay, maybe I cared a little.... Just a little.

"You're looking a little pale Andy," Jake points out and I glare at him.

"No need to try and kill me with your glare man," Jake laughs, "I'm just pointing out the obvious."

"I'm just tired," I sigh, "I think I'll go lay down."

"We'll be at the hotel soon," Ashley tells me looking up from his phone, "I'll wake you up when we get there."

I nod and walk down the hall and crawl into my bunk. Exhausted from earlier activities I'm asleep within minutes of laying down. My last thought is that I need to go for a run when we get to the hotel and that I needed more laxatives. I'd have to get that during my run.

*Ashley*

"Is anyone else worried about Andy?" I ask, setting my phone down.

"Just because he's pale?" Jinxx says, "Not really."

"Why are you worried Ash?" CC asks me, looking away from the TV.

"He's just been really reclusive this past month," I shrug, "And it looks like he's lost a bit of weight."

"Ashley," Jake sighs, "Andy always loses a bit of weight while we tour. He's just moving around constantly and he probably hasn't been paying much attention to food. He's been distracted."

"And that worries me," I say, "He's also been tired. I've never seen him nap so much."

"We all nap on tour," CC frowns, "It's a nice break from all the hustle and bustle."