A/N: Please comment. Thats what means the most to me.

Louis P.O.V.

I blankly stared at the ceiling above me as I ran my hand over the empty side of the bed.

"Are you ever gonna get up?" Zayn's voice asked.

I didn't reply.

"Come on. Just going out with us once isn't gonna change anything. Shes in a safe place right now. Shes trying to get better." He explains.

I really should get out of bed. I want to. Its just something is holding me back. Something is telling me to just lay here and stay emotionless, like its gonna help me.

"Louis you're a mess." Zayn sighs. "When was the last time you ate?"

"I ate a bag of chips on Monday." I mumble bluntly.

"That was 4 days ago Louis. This is seriously getting out of hand."

"Why are you here?" I groan, bugged by his presence.

"We have a concert today," He smirks.

"What!" I say frustrated.

"Yep, get ready. We leave in a hour." He laughs.

"God, you're an asshole," I mutter in anger.

"Stop hating and go shower," I watch as he plugs his nose in disgust. "You stink."

"Ha ha. Fuck off." I tell him.

"Glad to see the real you again Lou." He smiles and leaves the room.

He really did bring out the old me for a minute. But it only took seconds for me to realize that I'm in a bad mood, so I instantly began to feel the laziness consume me, but I managed to make it to the bathroom and let my body warm up while the steam from the shower engulf the room.

After a few minutes of just sitting and swaying I gained enough courage to jump in the shower.

I stood for a moment and actually apprecaited how good the shower felt since it had been nearly a week since I had taken one.

I quickly scrubbed my matted hair down and washed my body. I stepped out inti the cool air and shivered in response, I quickly reached for the fluffy, white towel besides me and wrapped it around my frail figure. How am I gonna survive this concert?

*********

"Ready boys?" Niall smiles at us all.

We all nod in agreement and wish each-other luck before we go on. I step on my platform and stand there anxiously. How am I gonna do this? I can barely dress myself without feeling sad and lazy. I crouch down and look at Harry who gives me a reassuring smile.

"You'll do great mate," He mouths and I give him a slight smile.

"One Direction!" The crowd chanted as our introduction played, the loud beats of the drums ringing through my eyes, cuing my to put my ear pieces in.

Within seconds we all popped up, fear flashing through my eyes. Thousands of flashing lights and screams filling the arena.

"Katy Perrys on replay, shes on replay," One of the boys sang.

As always I moved around and waves, singing along to the chorus like always.

*******

"Hello Miami!" Niall shouted. "Now we're gonna answer your twitter questions!"

"The first one is from...... @ForeverOneD_1: Hi boys! Give us your best tiger impression!" Zayn smiled.

"Lou, you first?" Harry suggested.

"RAWWWRRR." I yelled, making the room fill with laughter, and for once I actually laughed with them. I know the boys noticed cause they were all starting at me with wide smiles.

"Theres the famous Tomlinson laugh!" Liam cheers. "You know how Louis has been through a lot guys... And Louis we want you to see something... Okay guys, NOW!"

I look up and she nearly every girl holding up a sign saying "We love you Lou" or "Stay Strong Boo Bear"

"Guys.." I mumble. "I love you all so much. Thank you for all the support."

I saw all the boys run up to me and tackle me to the ground.

"Group hug!!!!!!" Niall laughed.

The crowd cheered, and seconds later we all stood up.

"So heres One Way or Another!" Liam smiled, and thats when the music started.

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"How was it Louis?" Harry asked, patting my shoulder.

"It felt amazing. I almost forgot how much I loved performing." I smile, remembering back to the concert.

"Great to see the old you back," He tells me, pulling me in for a hug.

"Me too." I mumble.

Mia's P.O.V

"So Mia, what made you starve yourself?" My annoying therapist questioned.

I just shrugged in response, refusing to answer her question.

"Mia." She huffed.

"Fine. I was bullied all of my life and my parents gave me no attention. I don't know okay?" I spat.

"Okay. How old were you when the bullying started?"

"How the fuck would I know?" I mutter.

"Okay, you may leave." She said looking over to the door.

"Thanks," I mumble and scurrying out of the room and into mine.

I glanced around and saw a box of my belongings on the ground. Someone must have dropped them off. I make my way over and see my piano, some clothes, my sketch pad, and a note.

"Sorry we didn't wait. Heres some of your stuff. See you soon. x ~Rose and Niall." It read. I smiled and picked up some of my belongings.

I looked down and opened my sketch diary and looked through some of my drawing. Many of them consisted on the wonderful place I escaped to in my head. A place where I was only welcomed to. A place where depression never existed.

"Mia you have a guest." Some one told me through the door.

"Again?" I mumble.

"Yeah, he said he really needed to speak to you." She said.

"Let him in," I huff, and hear the door quietly opened.

"Hey Harry." I say, still looking down at my sketches.

"Hi Mia." Louis voice carried in, my eyes instantly looking into his.

A/N: Hiiii! Heres an update! Remember I update every Friday! (:

Sorry for the blah chapter again. Busy week. And I start school Tuesday ): Anyways, I saw This Is Us yesterday! Gah, it was amazing! Haah. Remember to check out my Louis/Marcel fanfic as well as my Niall one!

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