It was twelve o’clock now; lunchtime. I was laying on the sofa with my head resting on Liam’s lap and my feet up on Zayn’s lap. I was really comfortable if you ask me. I was facing sideways watching some television program I wasn’t even paying attention too. I was busy eating.
Honestly I don’t know what had happened to me. I’ve been eating non-stop since this morning. I have been eating more the Nialler and I could tell he was starting to get jealous. I had three plates of green apples, strawberries and cream. I was about to go for my fourth, when Harry said that the strawberries had finished and Niall had finished the cream, in attempt to eat more than me. My recorded had never been beaten.
I wanted to help Louis and Harry make lunch, but they wouldn’t let me get up. I think it was because of all the times I’ve been sick. I mean, I don’t feel sick, it just comes out. I have to tell you its really horrible; the after taste is really bad. But what’s worse is that Liam shoves some horrible liquid medicine down my throat. I know he’s only worried about me.
I was bored at home. Kyra went to her modelling session and Eleanor went to attend a lecture at her university. Danielle popped by to see me, but had to leave for another dance class. Liam and Zayn took the day off. Louis didn’t have a class to teach today and Niall was given a day off. Personally I think they gave Niall a day off because he kept eating all the food at Nandos. And my infamous cousin Harry was going to be a home anyway, because he hasn’t got a job yet. It was good he was cooking at home.
“Is the food ready yet?!” I shouted through to the kitchen. Liam chuckled at me; I gave him a pouted face.
“Still hungry?” he asked amused. I nodded as a response. “Honestly Ally, if you don’t stop eating, you’ll be even sicker. Plus you’ll be the one to clean the house dry of food, instead of Niall.” He said eyebrows raised. I rolled my eyes at him and went back to watching whatever was on the telly. I caught a glimpse of Niall pouting and Zayn Chuckled, fluffing Niall’s hair.
After a good ten minutes Louis burst in saying “Lunch is ready!” I shot up straight away, staring at the food Lou was laying out in front of me. Everyone chuckled.
“What?” I asked.
“Your tongue was sticking out and you were drooling.” Zayn answered, imitating me He kind of looked like a dog.
“I did not look like that!”I defended; however I didn’t hesitate to pick up a good looking taco. I licked my lips and was about to take a bite when, my tummy started hurting really badly. I put the food down and held it tight. Please don’t make me vomit. I prayed over and over again.
“Ally are you okay?” Lou and Liam both asked by my sides. I groaned as an answer. I was going to be sick wasn’t I? I waited for signs of bile to roll up my throat, but it never came. I sighed in relief. Phew!
Suddenly I felt Lou prod me in my fore arm. I turned my head to look at him, confused.
“Can I speak to you in private?” he whispered. I looked at the food on the table then at Lou, I pouted and then rolled my eyes. But inside I worried; what if he found out that something was wrong. What if he found out about Damen. Will he tell Liam? Questions surrounded my mind, never the less I got up and followed him into the kitchen.
“What Lou?” I breathed, my hands behind me clenching the kitchen counter. Inside, I prayed he didn’t know about Damen and what happened that day. Lou stood right in front of me, with arms folded across his chest. Did he know?
“Are you really okay?” he asked. I rolled my eyes. Wow, I was doing a lot of that today. He brought me into the kitchen to ask if I was okay? Well that was a waste of energy.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me or they are going to stay that way.” He commanded. I let my shoulders slump.
“Lou, I’m fine. How many more times do if have to say it?” I sighed. I was literally going to cry if everyone didn’t stop asking me if I was okay. It was getting irritating and deep inside I knew I wasn’t going to keep the truth from everyone for much longer.
“I know you’re lying Ally. Tell me the truth.” He stated. How did he know that I was lying.
“Lou, I’m not lying.” I answered back.
“Really? Then how do you explain this?” he said pointing towards the side of my stomach. I looked at where he was pointing and my eyes went wide. I tamed myself before I looked back up at him.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I stuttered, trying to but the best brave face on. I don’t think it worked, because he rolled his eyes and walked towards me. I froze in place not daring to move or show any signs, that I was disturbed and hurt on the inside.
Louis walked towards me and lifted up my top, just enough to see a big purple bruise, near my hip. I gasped. Lou looked at me with eye filled with sorrow.
“What’s this?” he asked in a whisper. He seemed so pained.
“I-I- um” I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t want him finding out what Damen had done to me. What would he think of me if he did find out? I’m sure he would go tell Liam, and he would he want to see my face. They would all hate me. No, I wouldn’t let anyone find out.
“Spit it out Ally!” he urged me. I felt tears start to brim in my eyes. I had to think of something quick to say to him, but what?
“I-I fell down.” I mumbled, fiddling with my hands.
“You fell?” he asked again, not believing me. His eye brows were still raised and his arms were folded across his chest.
“Yes, I fell.” I confirmed. I mentally slapped myself. Couldn’t I think of anything better?
“Where?” he narrowed his eyes. Why didn’t he believe me?
Oh great, now I had to think of a place where I would most likely fall down. Now where could that be? In the bath? No, that was just stupid. Maybe I just tripped over thin air. No, I don’t want to make myself sound clumsier than usual. Then I had an idea.
“I fell on the stairs.” I lied. Lou’s face saddened even more.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Look at how much you’ve gotten hurt and you didn’t tell anyone?” he asked his face softened.
“I didn’t want anyone to be worried.” I whispered.
“You didn’t want anyone to be worried? Ally all of us are going to be worried about you, all the time. You’re making it worse by not telling us what happens to you. How were we supposed to help you when you got hurt, if you didn’t tell us?” he said pacing the floor and making hand gestures. I, however, just stood their silently listening to his rant.
If only he knew I couldn’t tell him the truth. In fact I couldn’t tell anyone the truth.
“Sorry.” I said. He stopped in front of me and looked at my face.
“Ally, I spoke to El on the phone when we were in London.” He said quietly.
My ears perked up at this. I knew that El spoke to Lou, but what had this to do with me?
“And?” I urged him, wanting to know why he was telling me this.
“Well, she told me that you weren’t acting like yourself. I didn’t believe her, until I saw it myself. You’ve changed Ally. I don’t know what it is, but you’re not acting like yourself.” He explained, leaning his palms on the counter next to me.
I forced a nervous laugh out. “Lou, I’m still me. I’m not acting different.” I waved my hand dismissively.
“Ally, you’re putting on a fake smile, trying to act as if everything is okay. When I can clearly see something is bothering you. It’s not only me who sees this. El has too and I think everyone else is a little confused towards the sudden change in you.”
“Nothings bothering me Lou, I can assure you that. Yes, I am feeling a bit ill, but everyone feels a little ill and out of place every now and then.” I said trying to sway him of the idea that I may be hiding something.
Louis was like another brother to me. In fact all the boys were, but I was the closest to Louis. He was the first to know about my past with Damen, apart from Harry of course. I trusted him and especially after my own brother, Jake died, I became even closer to him. Lou really reminded me of Jake. I could tell that if he was alive right now, they would have been best of friends. I shook the thought away from my mind. Jake was gone, there was nothing I could do than to move on.
“Ally, if there is anything. Please tell me.” He said taking my hand in his. I forced a smile and let my tears slip.
“I will, Lou.” I squeezed his hands, and he wiped my tears.
“Okay, now come on. You’re hungry aren’t you?” he said pulling me towards the lounge. I giggled at his certain change of mood, but never the less I followed him.
“Ally I saved you a taco. Niall was eating them all, he was going to take the last one, but I snatched it off him for you.” Liam said as we entered the room. I gave him a smile, and plopped down next to him. Zayn was snoozing on the sofa beside me. Suddenly I had a wicked idea.
“Harry?” I called his name dragging it out.
“Yeah?” he replied.
“Can you pass me a pen? Pwease.” I said batting my eyes lashes. Hazza looked towards Zayn then me and smirked.
“Why of course Miss Hylton.” He said grabbing the nearest pen that lay on the table and handing it to me. I took it gratefully and popped of the cap.
Niall and Lou, were both trying to force their laughter in, and jumping up and down with excitement. Liam layed his chin on my shoulder, observing what I was doing and Hazza was recording my master piece.
I drew a thick moustache on his face and gave him a big mole on his chin. I drew around his eyes so they looked like Egyptian eyes. I held the pen back observed my work and pushed the cap back on to the pen. There. My master piece was done.
Suddenly I noticed Lou hand me a dark red lipstick. I looked at him and smirked. Oh Zayn was going to have a big surprise when he woke up. I opened the lipstick lid and twizzled the bottom so there was enough poking out at the top. I pressed it to Zayns lips and started smearing.
Once I was done I threw the pen back at Harry, who was now looking through the video on his phone with Liam. I threw the lipstick back at Lou, who went to put it away and came straight back. Niall was eating a taco.
Wait. Niall was eating a taco? I thought all the tacos were finished. I looked back at the place where Liam kept a taco for me, but it was gone. I looked back at Niall and glared. He licked his lips finishing it and burped really loudly. Ew!
Suddenly my head snapped to some groaning beside me. Zayn was waking up. Oh no! Harry got his phone out ready to record his reaction and Liam held out a mirror directly in front of Zayn’s face. This was going to be fun.