I rip my arm from her grip not caring how aggressive it was. I run to the nearest garbage can and shove my fingers down my throat, making myself throw up everything I drank and ate tonight. I heave and grab the can as I pant over it. I feel a hand on my back and groan trying to shove it off, feeling more uneasy. The grip tightens on me, "Get off me," I grunt and turn to the person that the hands belong too. "Liv... sorry." I whisper turning back to the bin, hoping I got it out of my system - Ni
When i finally spot him, I see him roughly getting out of someone’s grip and rush to a garbage can to throw up. I quickly run to him and put my hand on his back before he pushes me away until he notices me. “Niall.” I just whisper, letting my hand slowly caress his back. “You worry me.” I admit. He shakes his head slightly, still holding himself on the can. “Maybe we should go to the hospital instead?” I take a few tissues in my purse and hand them to him before to tilt my head. “Do you need anything?”






