The Painter |Niall Horan fanfiction|

My eyes well up with tears and I pull myself into a ball shape. Which isn't a very small one with my belly. I eventually get up, sticking two fingers down my throat, puking up my dinner.
Liam doesn't know, he doesn't know I'm starving myself for these reasons. He knows I'm fat, but he's to kind to say it.

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