*Amelia*

I sneak into the bathroom, checking around me in case anyone else on this floor of the house is awake. All of the lights are turned off from what I can see through the cracks in the doors so I think that I am safe.

"Amelia?" I hear a croaky, tired voice from nearby.

I turn around and see Vic standing outside of his bedroom door, his eyes squinted and his hair messy from a deep sleep getting disturbed.

"Hm?" I say, acting as if I am unaware of the stupidity that I am displaying as I walk through the house for 'unknown' reasons at early hours in the morning when I should be asleep.

"It's..." He starts and pauses to turn around and look at his clock in his room. "It's 2:45am. What are you doing up this early?"

"I need to use the bathroom." I say truthfully.

"Have you even been to sleep yet?"

"Uh... I had a bit of a nap earlier on, but it's okay. This is normal for me." I lie.

"Okay. Well, if you promise to get some sleep really soon. You need to rest because of college - especially when you have Gray as a teacher." He laughs and I laugh too.

"Thanks, Vic. I promise I will go to sleep as soon as I am done."

"Okay. Goodnight, Amelia." He says to me and smiles.

"Goodnight, Vic." I reply and blow him a kiss sarcastically.

He laughs and shakes his head to himself, walking back into his room and closing the door behind him.

I head straight into the bathroom - my initial destination - and twist the lock shut after closing the door.

I take a deep breath and let go of all of the gross carbs and fats that I ate in the cottage pie that I made today with Matt, feeling a million times better when I know that it is all out of my system.
I flush the toilet after me and brush my teeth, the lingering taste of vomit still at the top of my throat and at the back of my mouth.

I open the door of the bathroom warily, looking around me again to see if anyone is lingering or waiting for the bathroom. Or more importantly, to see if any lights are on in the nearby rooms in case they heard me and what I was doing in here.

When I see that the coast is clear, I briefly make my way down the stairs and to the kitchen to make myself a cold glass of water to soothe the dull scratching sensation at the bottom of my throat.

Once I have softened my airways and calmed my breathing down to a more regular rhythm, I start to make my way back up the stairs again, bumping into someone I would rather not be facing right now - Eloise.

"Oh, sorry." I say.

I move to the left side of the staircase to get out of her way and walk up towards my room. She moves to the right as I do so, blocking my way once again and causing me to look up at her in confusion from her actions.

"I need to talk to you." She says bluntly, and I raise my eyebrows at her. "Don't give me that look, just come with me."

She turns around and heads into her bedroom, and I have no other option but to follow her lead.
When I step inside of her extremely girly room, I immediately feel uneasy. My attention is drawn to the pictures of her and everyone in this house on the walls, the photographs of Vic kissing her cheek, looking happier than I have seen him so far since I started my stay here.

When she opens her mouth to speak, my first expectation is for her to warn me about how I should stay away from Vic. And when those words don't come out of her mouth, for some unbeknown reason, I expect an apology.

But what actually slips from between her lips makes me feel sick to my stomach.

"I heard you in the bathroom, Amelia. And don't think that I don't know what you were doing."

The first emotion that I feel surging through me is self loathimg and remorse. The second is hatred towards Eloise for humiliating me like this. "W-what do you mean?" I stutter pathetically.

"I'm not stupid, Amelia." She says and takes in the expression on my face. "I also didn't bring you in here to shout at you for it. I can't say that I am your biggest fan, but I know how it feels to go through what you are going through. And no one deserves it."

I look at her in immense shock and then smile at her, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. "I-"

"You don't have to say anything. I get it. We can talk about it another time, but I want to go to sleep now."

I nod, smiling slightly at the way she twisted her voice when she realized how kind she sounded towards me. Maybe the relationship between us isn't going to be so bad after all.

"Thank you." I say.

"What are you thanking me for?" She asks.

"For offering to talk to me about it."

She nods. "Well I had no one and I know how that felt."

I look down at the floor. "Uh... See you later."

"Yeah. See ya." She replies awkwardly.

I walk out of her room and shut the door behind me. I think about what she said as I walk up the steps to my room and realise that she must have had an eating disorder in the past too.

I feel a rush of sympathy towards her and push my previous feelings of dislike towards her out of my mind. If I had had any idea that she went through the same thing that I am going through currently, I would never have tried to avoid her in the first place.

I reach my room and close the door behind me, not bothering to lock it as everyone in this house is a person that I am learning to trust.

I get into bed and close my eyes tightly in hope for some sleep before the day ahead of me tomorrow.

Notes

Kind of a filler but a very important one i promise!!