Authors note: This story was written by me and was written to reflect the possible effect the media could have had on Bryan. This story in no way reflects my personal thought or feelings about Bryan!

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BRYANS HELPER!!!

Chapter One

"What do you want from McDonalds, Bryan?" asked Nicky.

"Nothing thanks. I'm not hungry."

"Bryan McFadden? Not hungry? Well, there's a first," quipped Kian.

Bryan forced a smile. He was hungry. In fact, he was starving. He had nothing to eat at breakfast either.

"OK! If you're sure," said Nicky writing down everyone else's order.

"I'm sure. Thanks anyway, mate," Bryan lied.

"OK! Let's go then Shane," Nicky said cheerfully. He too was hungry. He had missed his breakfast because he had woken up too late and had only twenty minutes before he had to be at work.

Bryan watched them walk out of the door with Paul, their security guard.

'Clever one, Bryan!' he thought to himself. 'Why did I say I wasn't hungry? I'm ****** starving! Oh well.'

"You OK, Bry?" asked Mark.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just gunna go lie down in the lounge."

"OK! You sure you're alright?" quizzed Mark. He was a bit bothered about Bryan. He wasn't looking too well and it wasn't like Bryan to turn down a McDonalds.

"I'm fine I said!" Bryan snapped back.

"OK! Sorry," Mark replied taking Bryan's response as a sign to shut up.

Bryan walked down the corridor to the lounge room. It was called the lounge, as it was a big, warm, quiet room with a large settee and two big comfy chairs. In the corner was a table with tea and coffee making facilities. Westlife were at work in a big, old building. Bryan could never remember the name. Bryan sprawled out on the settee and decided to get an hour's sleep. As he closed his eyes he heard the same things that had been haunting him for weeks. 'Fat! Fat! Fat! Bryan McFadden is fat! Bryan McFatten! The blob! His wife must be so embarrassed of him as he is a whale! Fat! Fat! Fat! ' All were comments Bryan had heard about himself in newspapers and on the radio and television shows.

Bryan woke up crying. He was fat! He stood up and looked in the mirror. As he wiped away his tears he saw it. A whale! It repulsed him. He felt sick. He had a fat face, fat hands and his tummy was fat! He was huge! He had a double chin. 'That's it! ' he thought to himself. ' I need to cut down on the amount that I eat! You don't lose weight by eating! I will diet then Kerry, Molly and the lads wont be embarrassed by me and the fans will like me! '

awww i nearly cried at that. i went through the same kinda thing when i was in school n it aint nice bein called fat.
its good tho

I know... I had the same problem... people used to think I was pregnant until a few weeks ago when i started to lose weight.
I really feel for Bryan when he talks about being bullied about his weight... I really know what he went through!

:( R i know the feeling and all, it does make you feel that way, not that Bryans fat at all!!

I could smack the b******s who wrote that he was fat, there only jealous!

hes soooooo gorge the way he is. im trying to lose weight but hmm dunt seem to be workin at the mo lol

Are ye ready for Chapter two of my bad imagination?? Lol!! :lol:

Chapter two

It was a few weeks later when the lads all voiced their worry about Bryan. He was losing weight rapidly and was always in a bad mood. He hadn't been himself for a while now. He began wearing baggy jumpers and baggy trousers to hide his weight from everyone.

"Do you think he is ill?" asked Shane.

"I don't know but whatever it is, it needs sorting out and fast!" answered Kian.

"Kian's right. At this rate he will waste away to nothing and all the work he is doing here won't help him either," commented Nicky.

"You guys. I think he is ill but not in the way you all think!" Mark chipped in.

"Whaddya mean?" asked Shane looking at the worried expression on Mark's face.

"Mark? What are you getting at?" asked Nicky becoming alarmed.

"Well, think about it. He hasn't eaten in weeks, he is weaker every time we see him, he always bites our heads off for no reason, he is always wearing baggy clothes, he won't sit near us when we eat and he is obsessed with the way Ronan Keating looks," Mark replied.

"Mark, will you just tell us!" demanded Kian getting angry.

"OK! But you are not going to like it!"

"Just tell us!" Nicky said getting even more worried.

"I think Bryan is Anorexic!"

"WHAT?" shouted Kian. "NO WAY! NOT BRYAN! YOU HAVE GOT IT ALL WRONG!"

"Have I?" Mark responded calmly.

"Yes of course you have!" said Kian still trying to take in what Mark had said.

"Look at the evidence OK!" Mark said as he stood up to walk out of the room. "One way to find out is we ask him. He will get angry and go absolutely mad instead of just ignoring us or laughing at us. It's called denial!" And with that Mark left the room giving the others time to digest what had been said.

Mark walked down to the lounge and made himself a cup of tea. As he sat on the master chair, he slumped back and thought really hard about how he could help Bryan. Then the realisation got too much for him and he began crying softly.

aww well done hun. im thinkin positive n next year my nan n grandad might be re-newing their wedding vows cos it will be their 40th anniversury n they said that i can be a bridesmaid lol n i'll be the only 1 (how embarresing) lol im their only grand-daughter. yeah n i wanna find summit nice to wear. probs wont b a bridesmaid dress tho lol
ye fic is bbbrrrillliant hun, add more soon ;)

I don't really see the point in adding more... No-one seems to be reading it. :(

ohh i am :(

I know but I want everyone to read it... I wrote it while I was ill after a nervous breakdown and I am proud of it... and only one person cares... sometimes I am lucky to get that!

I know I can't write but I try my best!

Ok, Ok, I give up... here is the next chapter!


Chapter three

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? ANOREXIA IS FOR GIRLS! BLOKES CAN'T BE ANOREXIC! KERRY, TELL THEM I'M NOT ANOREXIC! THIS IS BL00DY RIDICULOUS! HOW CAN YOU ALL THINK THAT?" Bryan screamed at them all in disgust.

"Bryan, all the evidence is there. Anorexia is a disease that affects both men and women. It's not ridiculous," Mark said taking control of the situation. The other lads watched and wondered how Mark managed to stay so calm.

"YOU THINK YOU BL00DY KNOW IT ALL! WELL YOU DON'T! KERRY, TELL THEM I'M NOT ANOREXIC!" Bryan shouted as loud as he could.

"I'm sorry, Bryan. I can't. I think they're right," Kerry said beginning to cry. Kian put his arm around her and gave her a hug.

"WHAT?? THIS IS SO STUPID! HOW CAN YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT? I AM NOT ANOREXIC! I'M JUST ON A DIET!"

"Why?" asked Mark, taking control again.

"WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK? I'M FAT! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT! I LOOK LIKE A BEACHED WHALE!"

"No you don't. Bryan, trust me, we would tell you if we thought you needed to lose weight," Mark said calmly.

Just then a young girl walked into the room. She only looked about 19. She had long red hair that fell in waves down her back. She had the most beautiful blue eyes that looked around the room in wonder at the situation in front of her.

"Sorry. Am I interrupting something?" she asked politely and quietly.

"YES! THESE TW@TS THINK I'M ANOREXIC!" shouted Bryan again.

"Oh. Well I hate to say it, love, but you do look it," she replied, unfazed at the tone Bryan had taken with her.

"WHAT? WHO THE FU(K ARE YOU ANYHOW?"

"I'm Lynn," she answered. "I heard on the grapevine that you weren't well so I phoned Louis. I asked if I could come and see you, talk to you. He said yes, so here I am."

"WHAT SORT OF NOT WELL? HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU ALL BEEN TALKING TO?"

"Bryan..." began Mark.

"They don't need to tell anyone. You look ill, Bryan. Please can we go somewhere quiet? Just us two?" asked Lynn.

"FINE! WHATEVER!" cried Bryan throwing his arm's in the air. He was not impressed with the situation unfolding around him.

Please excuse the naughty words! Lol!
Please can I have feedback?
Thanks.

awww its gr8 Lynn

Chapter 4 will be posted later!

that is a brillian fanfic dont ever think you cant write cos u can and i wish i could write like that look at my pathetic attempt at writing one lol it was crap and i didnt even bother adding me more cos its crap i may end up printing 2nd chapter one day but well done with yours and cant wait for next chapter

Lynn your fic is wonderful!!! :D

Don't ever think that you can't write...

'cause if at least one person reads it and they like it that's all that matters...

:D you're a brill writer Lynn!!!

sadly it's about Bry though.. the last one i read about Bryan that was anorexic *it's on Westlifeweb under story corner called, "Slan agat a chairde"

it's terribly sad.. if you read it please grab a tissue box...

I'm guessin' this fic is gunna be a sad ending too..

Chapter four

As Lynn and Bryan entered the lounge she clicked on the kettle ready to make a cup of tea. Bryan sat on the settee and hid his face in his hands. He was trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall at any minute.

"You can cry if you want to, Bryan. It might even help you," Lynn said softly and as she watched him he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I am so fat! I need to lose this weight. But I'm not anorexic," he sobbed as tears slid down his cheeks.

"Yes you are, Bryan. Right now you are in the denial stage. Here," she said reaching into her bag, "Look at these. These are photographs of men with anorexia."

Bryan took the photos and began looking through them all. He looked up at her as she handed him a cuppa. The photos horrified Bryan and he felt more tears work their way down his cheeks.

"Bryan, stand up and take your shirt off please."

Bryan did as he was told then turned and looked in the mirror. Lynn could see the look of anger and disgust spread accross his face.

"Tell me what you can see."

"It's horrid! I hate it! I am so fat! I look so bad! I wish it would all go away!"

"Bryan, you are not fat. You are getting dangerously thin. All those men in those picture died not long after they were taken. Do you want that to happen to you?"

"No!" he cried as he felt a new set of tears stinging his eyes.

"Think about Molly and Kerry!"

"What can I do? I need to lose weight!"

"Then we will work out a way for you to lose weight safely."

"How?"

"Read this booklet and follow it. Read it all. Then tomorrow we will look at drawing up plans for exercising. We will draw up another looking at what you do and don't eat. That way we can work at what you need to change."

"OK but how do you know it will work?"

"Because I believe in you. I know you want to change it before it gets too much!"

"I hope you are right!"

"I am. I will be back tomorrow at ten OK?"

"OK!"

"Bye for now, love."

"Bye, Lynn," said Bryan as he buttoned up his shirt again.........

lovely chappies hun!!! more please?? hehe

cleo
xxx

Chapter five

"So? How did it go then?" asked Nicky.

"It was OK. She is coming back tomorrow to draw up plans on how to get me back to normal. I still think I'm fat though. And I'm not anorexic! Got it?"

"Got it!" the other lads said in unison. However they didn't get it, they just didn't want another argument. Just then Louis walked into the room.

"Hey Louis! Why didn't you tell us you had someone coming in to talk to Bryan without telling us you even knew he was sick?" asked Kian.

"I'M NOT SICK!" yelled Bryan.

"Whoa lads!" said Louis trying to keep the peace. "Who did I get to come in and see Bryan?" he asked looking puzzled.

"Lynn! She said she phoned you the other day and you told her to come and speak to Bryan!" replied Shane looking suspicious.

"I have never spoken to any 'Lynn'," he said looking a bit worried.

"THEN WHO WAS THAT I JUST SPOKE TO?" roared Bryan.

"Don't look at me. I would have told you if I had someone coming in to see you."

"You better get on to security then," Mark said quickly sensing that Bryan was about to kick off again.

"Yeah. I will go do that now!" And he left the room.



An hour later Louis walked back into the room with a confused look on his face.

"Lou? What's wrong?" asked Nicky.

"I have been talking to security and checking CCTV footage. The security never saw anyone come in. There is no one on the CCTV videos coming in within the last three hours. It looks like no one has been today. She must be clever to get through without being seen by anyone else but you guys. Sorry."

"I dont understand it!" said Shane looking confused.

"Well, I am damned if she thinks I am talking to her now when she lied and sneaked in like that!" exclaimed Bryan.

"This time I agree with you," said Mark. As much as he wanted to help Bryan, he did not want a lass lying and sneaking around like that.

"I don't understand it!" said Shane again shaking his head.

"She made so much sense though. She got me believing I could get better," said Bryan with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"If you see her again, tell me!" ordered Louis as he walked out of the room.

"I just don't understand it!" said Shane.

"You have already said that," said Kian in a very matter-of-fact voice.

"I know but I just don't understand it!" he joked making the rest of the lads laugh.

Please, please, please can I have feedback?? :unsure:

hmmm i wonder who this lass is lol add more so we can find out

I don't think I should add more!

Chapter six

A knock at the door disturbed the conversation. Kian got up to answer it.

"Hi. Is Bryan here? He is expecting me," said Lynn.

"Oh yeah. Come in."

"Hi Bryan!"

"I'm just going to get Louis. Wont be a minute," said Kian.

"Wait! Why are you off to get him?" Lynn asked panicking.

"He wants to meet you."

"Why are you so scared, Lynn? He only wants to meet you!" quizzed Bryan.

"I can't tell you!" Lynn's voice began to shake.

"You better tell us and now!" Bryan demanded as he walked towards her.

"But it's complicated! You won't believe me!"

"Try us!" said Bryan walking closer to her. "Louis never spoke to you, you never checked in with our security, you weren't an any of our CCTV videos. Now tell us or we go get him!"

Lynn found Bryan's tone very menacing and she began to cry.

"I'm dead!" she sobbed.

"What a load of rubbish!" exclaimed Nicky.

"You are right. We don't believe you!" said Mark getting angry.

"No really!" she sobbed again.

"What do you mean you are dead? It makes no sense!" shouted Shane.

"Here, this is my death certificate," she said handing over a sheet of paper.

"How do we know this isn't a fake?" said Bryan reading the 'death certificate'.

"OK! If you don't believe me keep hold of it and take this too. It's my birth certificate. Go to the registrars and check with them."

"OK! We will!" said Bryan getting confused.

"When you have done that come to see me. My address is 104 Cranehill Road. You will know by the time you get there."

"An address? But I thought you were dead?" said Mark sarcastically.

"Trust me. You will know by the time you get there," Lynn said as stood up to leave. As she reached the door she stopped and turned around to face them all.

"I had hoped you wouldn't find out like this, Bryan. I wanted you to see what will happen to you if you don't get better without you finding out like this.!

"Bye!" Bryan said, his voice cold.

I really need some feedback or I will not post the concluding chapter to this fan fic!!
Please can I have feedback!!

Last chance... I will be back on tomorrow and only if I have had feedback will I post the concluding chapter to this fan fic!!

Ok, fine!
I am posting it but I am not happy... no one other than Lianne is reading it! I don't know why I bother! :rolleyes:

Give me some time to find it and I will post the last chapter soon!


Wtf?? I am only talking to Lianne! :rolleyes:

Hi please post the concluding chapter.
It actually made me cry.......my ma is anorexic.

Chapter seven

Bryan came out of the registrars looking pale.

"Well?" asked Mark.

"He looked at me weird and told me to go to 104 Cranehill Road."

"Well, let's go find her then," said Nicky feeling strange inside.

They set off walking. Cranehill Road was only 10 minutes walk from the registrars.

' She can't be dead. She touched me, I felt her. She spoke to me, I heard her. Plus the registrar didn't say it was true so it can't be,' Bryan thought as they turned on to Cranehill Road and began searching for number 104.



After 15 minutes of searching they decided to ask someone. Kian knocked on a door and waited for a response. When no one answered he turned round to face the other lads and he saw a man in the cemetary opposite. They crossed the road and went to ask him.

"Hi. I was wondering if you could help me. I am looking for 104 on this road. Do you know where that is, please?" asked Mark.

"Oh yes. You are already here. This is 104," replied the man. "I work here. Can I help you?" he asked looking at the confused looks on the faces of the five Irish men stood in front of him.

"I hope so. Do you know Lynn Myers? Does she work here?" asked Bryan.

"Not quite. I know where you can find her though. Follow me." The lads followed the elderly man through the graveyard, weaving through different headstones. Eventually he stopped and pointed to one in the corner.

"I think that is who you are looking for," he said. "Poor soul."

"What do you mean?" asked Bryan, tears stinging his eyes as he watched the man cross himself.

"She died from a disease. Anorexia I think they call it. She was only young," he answered as he left them.

They all slowly walked over to he headstone that had been pointed out to them. When they stopped Bryan began to cry as he read the words on the stone.

HERE LIES LYNN MYERS

1983 - 2002

MUCH LOVED DAUGHTER AND SISTER

FOREVER MISSED

NEVER FORGOTTEN

"She came to stop me dying from this too," Bryan cried as Mark held him. Eventually he broke free from Mark's grip and knelt down in front of the headstone.

"Thank you, Lynn," he whispered. "I promise I will work at getting better. I am so sorry I was nasty to you. You didn't deserve this. Please forgive me. Sleep well."

As they left, Bryan was sure he heard her say, "I forgive you, Bryan. Get better soon. Take care. Good luck, love!"



The End!

Please can I have feedback?

omg ive actually got tears in my eyes, that soooooo sad but yet sooo good

So you like it? :huh:

yea i do :D

:D :D :D :D

Thank you.

Do you think I got my points accross??

wot, about the storyline?

Yeah... I wanted people to notice the effects that even the slightest critisism could have, the effects on a person during the propblem (they way they look, their manner and everything), the possible outcome (health probs and even death) and the fact that men do suffer it too... it is not a womens eating disorder!

Can I also just point out to anyone who might be wondering... No I am not and never have been anorexic! I did that for the story!

That is brill!!!!!
I think you got your point across really well!!