Okay, so before you go ahead and read this chapter, I want to make a quick rant I should have made at the start of the book. Firstly, I'm horrible at keeping books. Not only do I hate them after writing a few chapters, but I feel more motivated when I see I'm actually gaining readers. Of course, I'm not trying to be greedy or anything with it, I'm just telling you advance. Second of all, I've been updating quite a lot lately. A bit too frequent, I think. Do you guys like that, or should I stick to like, once or twice a week? I'm not sure. Thanks for reading, and I'm sorry for the long rant.

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I woke up. I didn't feel tired when I woke up, so instead of laying down, thinking about my situation, I sit up. My eyes scan the room for Niall, but I saw no sight of the blonde. With a small sigh, I tuck my hair behind my ear. I pull my legs out from underneath the fluffy covers, and I stand up. I felt Niall's sweatpants fall loose on my hips, so I quickly pull them up, pulling on the short strings to tighten the waistband. I walk out of the room, and downstairs into the living room. But, I didn't see anyone.

"Niall?" I call, getting no answer in response. "Louis?"

"Harry? Liam, Zayn?" I yell, stepping foot in the kitchen. My breath catches in my throat as I still am left with no response. But all panic washes away as I see a note stuck onto the fridge. I walk up to it, ripping it off.

Hi, we had an interview, and we'll be back around two. We locked the door from the outside, therefore you cannot escape. Yes, we thought ahead. Anyways, I can't wait to see you soon. Oh, and don't eat all my food. Also, you look pretty cute in my clothes. Anyways, see you soon princess.
- Niall xx

So, I guess that means I'm all alone.

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! PARTY!

I clutched onto the handle for the fridge, yanking it wide open with a large smile planted upon my lips. But that smile drops as I see the fridge empty; bare. One thing I wished I'd never have to witness in my entire life. I slam the door shut, sighing. I open up the freezer, expecting to see something. But, I saw the opposite.

Absolutely no food, at all. I think they want to kill me.

I marched over to the cupboards, quickly pulling them wide open, only to see them empty. I slam them shut. I haven't eaten in a while, and the hunger thats gnawing at my stomach is physically hurting.

"Damn," I curse, shutting the last cupboard door. I sigh, then make my way to Niall's room. I pull open the door, stalking into the room, having the need to walk on my tip toes as if I were being sneaky.

"It must be here somewhere," I say out loud, my eyes scanning the room that I still haven't familiarized myself with. My eyes
land on a small, black box that looks identical to a mini fridge. I walk over to it, and yank the small door wide open.

"Food!" I cry, smiling at the sight of it. I felt more hungry now that I stare at the food. I reach forwards, grabbing a container of strawberries, a package of sugar coated gummy worms along with a water.

I sat in the bed, eating my food while thinking about random things that popped into my head. At first, I considered leaving, yet something held me back. My mind wanders again, but immediately I turn into a panicked state as I think about school, and Simon. I drop the worm I was about to eat, and fumbled with my phone as I quickly dial Niall's number.

Did I mention I got his number? No? Okay, I apologize. I got his number awhile back.

"Hello?" I hear the familiar Irish accent, and for a second I calm down before the panic returns..

"Are you in the middle of your interview?" I question, hearing voices yelling in the background. Either the fans or One Direction themselves, we'll never know.

"No. It's about to start though, maybe ten minutes from now. Why?" Niall softens his voice. Well, I suppose we know now.

"Because I have a quick question."

"Ask away."

"Well, I just wanted to know what I'd do about school, my family and all that. I only had another semester to go." I hear Niall question the boys, and I try my best to listen to their response but I only managed to make out hushed whispers.

"Um, I'm not sure about the school thing, you might run away and uh, I'm not sure, alright? I think Simon is talking to your parents."

Well, way to help Niall.

"Wait, what about Simon? He knows?" I ask quickly. "And the fans?"

"Well, we told Simon and he yelled at us for fifteen minutes straight. He's going to talk about it with your parents, like I said. We'll tell our fans about you in the interview."

"Will I get hate?" I ask, my breaths coming out short. I already knew I was going to get hate, but I still felt like asking.

"I can only guess. But, don't take it to heart. They're only jealous you're with us," he says.

"Okay," I whispered.

"Alright. I need to go now, they're about to call us on," he says, quickly hanging up before I can respond. I sigh, rubbing my eyes. I may as well sign up for social media now, only because I can.

Approximately ten minutes later, I had made an account for the only social media I cared about.

(These accounts do not exist. If they do, it's coincidental and is not by any means mine.)

My Twitter, among Instagram, Tumblr and Wattpad turned out to be MorganWest. My YouTube was just Morgan Kaliea.

I preferred Instagram out of them all. I stay away from going on my Instagram I created before I was kidnapped, and I searched up the boys names. My eyes widen as I see how many followers they had. They're much more popular than I anticipated.

[ WHEN THE BOYS GET HOME ]

"Hello!" the boys yell as they stumble through the doorway.

"I made an account for all social medias. You should definitely follow me," I say. "I'm cool."

"Alright, what is it?" Niall asks, whipping out his phone. I tell him my username for Instagram, and about a second later I receive a notification saying he followed me. The other four boys followed me about a minute later. I smile, resting my phone down on my thigh. Ten seconds later, I get another notification. I look to see that Niall tagged me in a photo.

I unlock my phone to check out the photo. As I click onto the notification, I see it's a photo of Niall and I that we took when it was just him and I in the house. I smile, liking the photo. In the caption, it stated to follow me along with a couple other words.

"Niall," I say, looking up. "Now people will follow me, and they're going to make me seem like I'm either a slut, or make me seem like I'm semi-famous."

"Technically, you would be popular if you're living with us," Niall says, adding a small shrug to go with his sentence. I roll my eyes, and flip to the camera on the app. Niall jumps up, quickly sliding over to me so he could be in the photo. As I take the photo, Niall sticks his tongue out. Only half his face was in the photo, but he seemed alright with that.

I roll my eyes again, and post the photo anyways. Almost immediately it showed that I had received twelve likes. I refresh the page, and the number tripled up to thirty six. I go onto my profile, and see that I had about two hundred followers already. I refresh the page, and see it's gone up by one hundred seven.

I go back onto my photo, noticing that the likes were now at one hundred eleven. There were fifty six comments, and I decided to go through some. As I scan over the comments, I notice there were multiple nice ones, complimenting me on how I looked and what not. But then there were also rude ones, which I tried to ignore as best as I could.

"Hey, I'm gonna go to your room," I told Niall. He nodded, and I left to go to his room, a smile still on my face. I looked down at the comments on instagram.

vapourhoran: what the heck? you're so much more beautiful than i interpreted! you're so, so, so lucky. with the amount of beauty you have, and the fact you are technically living with one direction; you should NEVER be unhappy.

hairystyles: oMF YOU'RE GORGEOUS WTF MORGAN, SHARE SOME OF YOUR BEAUTY PLEASE I'D APPRECIATE IT

aestheticzayn: alright wow, the boys made you sound pretty in the interview, but you are beyond gorgeous omg

I decided to follow those three people, along with two others stating how I was extremely lucky to be in the place I'm in. After the good comments, there were a couple rude comments I had expected. I couldn't help but read them.

niallwhoraan: back off, niall is too precious and amazing to be around a nasty, ugly, worthless creature like you. please just go kill yourself, it'd make us all happy

directioner101: wow, i thought you were going to be prettier than that. well, you actually look like a fücking trashcan. get away from the boys, you fat useless slut.

leeyumpayne: task your hideous mask off, babe. it's not halloween. also, open your eyes; the boys would never like a disgusting, fat whore like you!

As much as I try not to let the comments get to me, I felt tears form in my eyes as the words relentlessly kept replaying in my head. I quickly rush to wipe my eyes, abruptly standing up, my phone kept in a tight, gripped grasp in my hand.

Fat, fat, fat.

I scurry out of the room and down the stairs, nearly tripping a couple times. As I arrive in the living room, I untuck my blonde hair that was resting behind my ear, allowing it to fall in my eyes to hide the baby pink edges.

Useless, ugly, whore.

"I'm going for a quick walk. I'll be back soon, I promise." I walk past the boys, and over to where a bunch of shoes lay in a small pile. I spot mine.

Please go kill yourself.

"Would you like some company? I'd be glad to come with you. I could use some fresh air myself," Niall spoke, beginning to stand up when I quickly shake my head, stopping him. "No! - I mean, no. Thanks, though. I just need some alone time, by myself. I'll come back though; I promise."

Worthless, worthless, worthless.

"Bye," I say as I slip my foot into my converse. Once I tie the laces, I hurry out of the house, my face immediately met with cold, fresh air I missed. I sigh, blinking past the tears. I walk down the sidewalk, slightly dragging my feet behind me. When I round the corner, I notice a group of girls wearing tight One Direction merchandise. They look up, and their eyes land on me, and almost immediately their soft facial expressions turn into hard, rude ones.

"Hey!" one says, using an obvious, sweet fake voice. The small group stride toward me, and I take in their outfits. Short skirts despite the weather, and tight One Direction shirts. Once they stood right in front of me, I shyly smile. "Hi."

"You're Morgan West, right?" Girl one asks, a fake smile latched onto her red laced lips. I push a piece of my hair out of my face, slowly nodding.

"Stay away from Niall, he's mine." Girl one snaps, menacingly stepping forward with her hands placed sassily on her hips. I clumsily stumble backwards over my feet, not wanting to get in a fight against three girls.

"Don't only stay away from Niall, stay away from the other boys. You're going to ruin their reputation," girl two retorted, backing up girl one. I bite down on my bottom lip, my eyes adverting to the ground as I momentarily had the urge to cry.

"Look at yourself. Your thighs are touching, do you know how disgusting that is? Your arms have so much fat on them, look at ours. Our bones are sticking out, that's pretty. Not whatever this is," girl one laughs, pinching a bit of fat on my arm. "You're disgusting."

I knew they could sense the tears forming my eyes, judging by how their voices became harsher and their words turned colder.

"Do them, and us a favour; and kill yourself. Nobody likes you anyways," girl three spat. Then, they rushed off, giggling to themselves. Once they were out of sight, I dragged myself to a close by bench, where I let out all my tears that had gathered up inside of me.

"What's wrong?" A random girl walking back questions, her black hair being pushed to the side so her brown eyes could study my face. I fumble with my hands to wipe my eyes, but she saw the tears before they were gone.

"Oh. It's nothing, I'm fine," I lie smoothly, though she didn't buy it.

"Cut the act, I know you're not 'fine'," she replies softly. "You're crying."

"Sorry," I mumble quietly. "It's just, um - my cat died."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. That's so sad, I hope you feel better soon," she widens her eyes, easily accepting my lie as the truth. For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt for lying to this girl, but it disappears as she speaks once again.

"Wait a minute," she says, squinting her eyes slightly as she studies my face. Her eyes light up. "You're Morgan West, living with the boys - right?"

I nod, faking a smile for her. "Oh my God, best day ever! I love One Direction and you're so pretty," she exclaims happily, smiling brightly. "I'm so happy right now."

I watch as she yanks her phone out of her sweater pocket, holding it up. "I know you're not exactly famous, but soon enough you will be! I know it. Can I have a picture?"

I hid my confusion with a large grin and a small nod. She held the phone up, and I kept my lips turned up to a shaky smile. I don't get why she'd want a picture with me, but I took one with her anyways. After that, we talked for about an hour, maybe even longer. I saw the sun beginning to meet the horizon, and Lily (her name) turns to me.

"I have to go now, I promised I'd be back before it gets dark," Lily frowns. "But, hopefully I'll see you around."

"Nice meeting you," I reply warmly. Then she was gone, leaving me alone. I breathe in deeply, leaning back on the hard, uncomfortable bench I was sat on. I close my eyes, debating on whether or not I should go back to the boys. Personally, I think I should run back home, forgetting about them. But then I remember my promise to Niall. And honestly, I regret it completely.

"Morgan?" I heard an all to familiar voice ask from a distance. I pop my eyes open, snapping my head to the right where Louis Tomlinson stood, staring at me.

"Morgan! There you are," he says happily, strolling over to me with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He then grabs my hands, yanking me up from my position. "Let's go back, it's getting chilly."

I nod, hiding my face to hide the fact my eyes were puffy and my nose was tinted a faint red. But, Louis pulled my hand away from my face, staring at me with concern written in his eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He questions. I shake my head quickly.

"Nothing. Just cold," I lie again. Louis frowns, but begins to walk back to the house. I sigh, focusing my eyes on the ground. They told me to starve myself, and I can't help but wonder if I did, would they like me then? Would I fit in? Or would I just get unhealthy?

"You must be very hungry," Louis spoke as we walked up the stairs to his home. "Do you want to order pizza or something?"

I bite my lip, then make my decision. "No. Not hungry at all."

"But . . . you haven't eaten - we hid the food," Louis spoke slowly, grasping the doorknob but only pausing there. I let another lie fall from my lips, "I bought some ice cream on the walk. Honestly, I'm feeling kind of sick because of it."

"Oh," he mumbles, looking back at the door, pushing it open. I sigh, stepping into the house. I shut the door behind me.

"Morgan!" Niall shouts, wrapping his arms tightly around me. Awkwardly, I pat his back. He steps back, smiling warmly at me. "It's been a long time, we were worried."

"You're home! Now I can finally make food for us all," Harry cheers happily. I watch as a happy grin forms on his lips, and a relieved sigh falls through everyone else's. With a strong but shaky voice, I tell them, "Actually, I'm not hungry."

"Seriously?" Niall questions, raising an eyebrow. I nod, tugging my converse off to reveal my bright, warm and comfortable fuzzy socks.

"I'm going to sleep," I mutter. Zayn stands up abruptly, "This early?"

I shoot him a pointed look, "I'm tired."

"Goodnight," I heard them say uncertainly. I grab my phone from my shoe, and hurriedly walk up the stairs and into Niall's room. I immediately plop onto the bed tiredly. I didn't lie then, I truly am tired despite the time. Though, instead of falling asleep, I go onto Instagram and hastily look at the comments. I got about one hundred more, and more than thirty percent were suggesting me to lose weight or stop eating.

I look back on my profile to see I officially reached ten thousand followers. Though, that left my mind and the hateful comments came back. Should I really take their advice and lose weight by starving myself? I heard some people have died that way; and I don't want to die. But, if I'm careful . . .

I shake my head, pushing that from my mind. I'll think tomorrow. Right now sleep wants to win me over. And so it did. I closed my eyes, and almost immediately drifted off to sleep.

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PLEASE READ// JUST KNOW THAT I AM NOT PROMOTING BULLYING/DEPRESSION OR ANY OTHER MENTAL ILLNESS IN ANY WAY. AND IF YOU SUFFER, JUST KNOW THAT YOU ARE WORTH EVERYTHING TO THIS WORLD AND YOUR SMILE IS WHAT KEEPS THE SUN SHINING. YOU MAY NOT FEEL AS THOUGH YOU BELONG, BUT ONE DAY YOU'RE GONNA WAKE UP WITH THE SUN IN YOUR EYES AND A SMILE ON YOUR LIPS BECAUSE YOU ARE STRONG AND YOU MADE IT THROUGH THE RAIN. I LOVE YOU!

Okay, so maybe it is a little short, but oh well. So, I am not going to update since I didn't even reach my reads + votes goal. I got 80 comments, well I have 90 comments, so my new goal is... 70 reads. 25 votes. 105 comments. LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH! Bye

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