The rest of the week passed by quickly: I went to Chris’ graduation with Liam as my date because Niall had a game and then Niall drove my parents to the airport that Friday night.
Once we got back in the car, right after the plane flew over our heads, I sighed, relieved.
“Do you want to get something to eat?” he asked as he put the key in the ignition.
My stomach was empty since last night, when I made myself throw up after that pizza Jake insisted on ordering for everyone.
“Uh, not hungry right actually.”
He frowned.
For the past few days I’ve been throwing up and starving myself and hating myself for it because I just wanted to be skinny again. Just like six years ago. Relapse was the worst thing ever and I wasn’t sure I wanted to recover this time.
“What did you have for lunch?”
