Harry devours his lobster as I only pick at my food. I end up eating the broccoli and taking three bites of steak before sitting back in the booth.
“You’re aren’t going to say you’re full, are you?” he whines from next to me.
“But I am,” I mumble, afraid he will call Louis.
“No, you’re not,” he states as he picks up my fork and knife, cutting a few pieces up and feeding them to me.
“Harry, please. I am full. I don’t want anymore,” I proclaim.
“Fine, but you are eating again after the concert,” he tells me sternly.
Ever since the boys found out that I was mostly starving myself, they have been on my back about eating. I just hope they let up. Otherwise, I will end up even fatter.
After he pays the bill (with my objection), we head back to the hotel and up to our room. We pretend as though we never left when everyone leaves for the concert, knowing about Zayn’s annoying and crazy habits.
I spend the duration of the concert in the front row. Liam and Harry would jokingly sing to me from time to time, but it was one point in the concert that was definitely my favorite. It was when they sang Little Things. Harry would keep looking at me during all of his solos.
I go to meet the boys backstage and immediately give Harry a huge bear hug.
“Thank you,” I whisper into his shoulder.
“No problem, love,” he replies.
I am beginning to feel like I have a few more brothers in my life besides Zayn. I pull away and give hugs to the rest of the boys, mine with Niall being extremely awkward. I don’t try to give Zayn one.
They meet the fans once again and we all take the short ride back to our rooms. Harry and I plop down on our beds without changing, absolutely exhausted. We stay like this for a few minutes before I grab some pajamas and go to change.
When I come back out, Harry is fast asleep. I guess he isn’t going to make me eat again after all. I throw a blanket on top of him before climbing into my bed and nodding off.
I am shook awake early in the morning and I sit up sleepily. I look over and see a cheeky, curly-haired boy sitting next to me.
“Why are you waking me up?” I question as I yawn.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go grab some Starbucks before the rest of the boys are up?” he whispers, already dressed in new clothes and smelling of cologne.
“Sure,” I reply, now partially awake as I change once again.
I look at a clock and find that it is only seven. I groan. Harry and I have to convince one of the drivers to take us to Starbucks, but we eventually get there and order some drinks and muffins. I eat mine fully, knowing Harry will not accept anything less.
We only make small talk while we're there and soon head back to the hotel. We find the rest of the boys eating breakfast in the buffet room, but sneak by to get upstairs. We pack our things and hand them off to one of the guards next to the bus before heading in to greet them.
To not raise any suspicion, Harry and I both grab bowls of cereal before walking over to their table. I sit down next to Louis and Harry.
“You are eating all of that,” Louis demands from next to me.
Well this is great. I already ate a muffin and now I have to eat a bowl of cereal as well. I reluctantly do as I am told before we all board the bus. It is mostly silent for an hour as everyone scrolls through their phones.
I spend my time trying to guess what Harry changed my password to. I try things such as:
Nothing works. I give up and climb into one of the bunks, hoping to get some peaceful thinking done. I begin to think about Zayn.
I know I am mad at him about Niall, but now that that relationship is ruined, should I forgive him? Should I tell him about the night? No. Not until I get through this problem first.
I stand up and walk into the main area. I find Zayn on his phone in the corner.
“Zayn,” I address him as he looks up at me. “Can I talk to you? Alone?”
He doesn’t answer, but follows me back into the bunk area. I close the door that separates this space from where the rest of the boys are.