*Chapter 1* The Twitcam

"Not our fault lukes fat!" Ashton yells with a giggle, Michael and Calum laugh at the drummers choice of a joke, all of them glancing back to the laptop. What everyone misses though is the way Luke frowns slightly, and presses a hand over his tummy, he rubs an arm up and down his side for the rest of the twitcam, 'lukes fat..lukes fat...lukes fat' He chants over and over in his head. 'I'll be perfect, i won't stop until i am perfect.'