Teasdale's Daughter | l.p (Completed)

I'm Jenny Teasdale. My life isn't the regular 18 year old life. My mom is the make-up atrist for the band One Direction. Me being her daughter, i'm on tour with her all the time because she likes to have help. I'm around them non-stop because well, my mom wants me to date on of them. Not that i'm complaining...
~Cover credit- CorkyPorky


10. ~10

Jenny's pov:


"Here." A hesitant voice said.

I looked up and saw Niall holding out my 6 pills, blue, yellow, pink, green, red and white. I took them one by one and placed them on my tounge, took a swig of my water on my bedside table. 

"Thanks." I said.

"Look Jenny, I'm sorry. I don't even know what to do anymore, say anymore, I-I don't know" He sniffed, running his hands through his hair, resting then on his temples with a distressed look on his face.

"There's nothing anymore." I answered, wrapping my fingers around my wrist.

He sat on the end of my bed and looked at me in the eye. "It'll get better." 

I nodded and he nodded back, then left the room. I sighed and ran my hands up my face, squeezing my eyes shut and letting out a yawn. I laid down and wrapped the thin blanket around my body. Funny thing is, my mom hasn't even bothered to visit me. She went back home and decided to leave me here because i'm 'too sick'. We all know it's because she can't bear to look at me anymore, knowing I have a disorder. 

I got out of bed, not wanting to think any longer about anything. I shuffled out of my door, blanket still wrapped around me tightly, like a cocoon.

"Jenny!" The boys chorused giving me smiles.

I gave them a tiny wave and sat down on the couch beside Niall.

"How are you feeling?" Zayn asked.

"Rather alright, Thank you." I answered in a small voice.

"The prescriptions must have kicked in!" Harry cheered.

"You can actually stand us today!" Zayn agreed. I chuckled slightly and then stood up.

"I feel like getting ready. " I said and walked into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and gasped. The reflection i was seeing can't be me. All I see is a skinny girl who is underweight. I let the blanket fall to the ground and my arms were bones ans skin, my chest was peeping out too far, my face looked like it caved in and my ribs were showing through my tank-top.

"Niall" I called automatically.

"Yes?" He asked walking in.

"Why do I look like i'm 70 pounds?" I asked him. His eyes dropped and he sighed.

"You lost alot of weight." He answered quietly.

"Is this another reason why my mom hasn't came to visit? Why she won't take me home?" I asked, my eyes getting watery.

"Answer me, Niall."


"Yes.. " He responded and reached for my arm, but I was already pushing him out of the doorway.

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