*One Month Later*
No sooner than I got to feeling better, I felt worse again. I got deeper and deeper, loosing my grip and loosing my faith. Things were going good, I just didn't feel like me. I sighed as I heard Niall come in, drifting from my thoughts. "Hey babe." He said grabbing a plain white t-shirt and his jeans. I smiled softly, sitting up. "Hey." I said shyly. He came and sat beside me. "Tired?" I shook my head, as he intertwined our fingers. "Let's all go out tonight." He said, as I ran my fingers through my hair. "Yeah." I said letting a small smile come out. He kissed my cheek, and smiled. I loved his smile so much, I wish he hadn't have gotten braces. I loved his smile either way, but his crooked smile, sent shivers down my spine. About thirty minutes later of getting ready, I slid on my hoodie, to hide my arm. Drew hadn't been the only one to relapse, I went almost two months before I let it come back. This time, was almost worse than the others. But they didn't need to know, I could blame it on my hormones and they wouldn't think anything about it. As I walked downstairs, everyone was just lazily sitting around. After about five minutes I asked dryly, "Are we just going to sit here, or?"
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"I won!" Zayn said as he jumped up and down. Niall and Louis the two cometitive ones rolled their eyes, "Congrats for the millionth time." Niall spat, pouting like a little kid. I giggled softly at how they were so mad. "She laughed!" Harry cheered. I nodded and smiled. "I'll be back." I said walking towards the bathroom. I locked the door, looking into the mirror. My freckles were so annoying, and I had no way to cover them up. My hair flowed down my shoulders. My eyes a dull green. I pulled out some eyeliner hoping it could make them pop out some more. I walked out, and see the boys waiting for me. "Hey babe, we have rehearsals tomorrow, so we've gotta go." Niall said, grabbing my hand, intertwining our fingers. I took in a deep breath as I got into the car between Niall and Harry. Both knew I wanted to give up desperatly. I rested my head on Niall's shoulders, and watched Harrys hand soothingly rubbing my knee. I soon realized I was going to have no one. Soon the boys would be off to concerts, touring. They wouldn't have time for me. Ever. This is a fimilar feeling to me, being alone.