Turns out I was nervous for nothing! Nobody suspected that I was, me, they all think I'm Alice.
"I'll be right back," I whispered in Zayn's ear. I couldn't find Louis. It's like he disappeared. I walked to the bathroom, where I last saw him. Gone. I walked around the club looking for him. I saw someone sitting at the bar. Louis. I ran over to him, "Louis?" He turned around.
"Who are you?" A man barked. Not Louis.
"Sorry, I guess..." The man shoved his hand in my face to shut me up. I turned around slowly and walked away.

Lilah POV:

Me and Zayn where talking and goofing around, when I felt a pain in my stomach. I stumbled to the ground.
"Lilah!" Zayn yelled trying to catch me. Everything got really blurry and dizzy. I blacked out. I opened my eyes and got blinded by the bright light. I wasn't in the dark club anymore, I was in a uncomfortable mattress. I looked at my hand and saw a needle in it.
"Why did you tell me?!" I looked over and saw Zayn, "Why?!" He yelled. I mouthed, 'What?'
"You know!" He yelled Louis trying to hold him back, "You are anorexia and have a bulimia problem!" He yelled.
"Zayn.." I said weakly.
"No! How could you this to me? To all of us? Your just a selfish little bitch!" He yelled and then stormed out. I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes close.
"Lilah, He didn't..." Someone started.
"Just go!" I interrupted. I heard feet dragging and then a door close. I opened my eyes and saw Niall asleep on a chair. I smiled, "Niall." I whispered. I grabbed a stuffed duck that was on my end table and threw it at him.
"Wha.." He whispered, hitting the end tables corners, "Ouch!" He looked over at me, in disappointment, "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.
"Niall, you have to understand." He grabbed my hand.
"Make me understand," I sighed.
"Okay, when I was 8 everybody made fun of me because I wasn't skinny, I was fat and ugly. Nobody loved me, at least it seemed that way. One day a popular girl at my school started calling me really mean names like, elephant and hippo." I took a deep breath, "So at lunch I snuck out and went into the bathroom. I grabbed a unsharped pencil and stuck it down my throat. I have been doing it every since." Niall slid his hand over some scabs on my arm.
"Cutting too?" He asked.
"Mhmm, I did that a week after I started puking, around the same time I starved my self. My parents asked about it, but I just made up different excuses."
Speaking about all of it really made me feel better.
Alot better.

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