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You Have An Eating Disorder ~

YOU HAVE AN EATING DISORDER:

LIAM:

'Did you try it?' Liam questions, excited.

'What?'

'The cake I got you yesterday. The death-by-chocolate cake?

It's from this brilliant bakery. There was just one piece left, I got lucky! Did you like it?' His eyes shine.

You almost gag at the thought of the excess chocolate, at the calories, at the fat.

'Yeah. It was great' You smile weakly, remembering you'd thrown the box in the garbage as soon as he told you what it was, without even opening it.

'I'll be right back' You say.

5 minutes later you hear Liam calling you.

'Yeah?' You walk into the kitchen and your face falls.

Because on the counter is the box.

'Why?' He's so hurt.

'I..I'm sorry. I didn't realise that was the cake' Your excuse not well thought because the question that follows is -

'But you said you ate it?'

You look at him, realising there's no escape.

'What's wrong?' He asks, unsure.

You sit down and begin to explain. Two hours later, he holds you while you cry, hating yourself for dissapointing him.

LOUIS:

'Y/N, Can I speak to you for a second please?' He calls, displeasure in his voice.

'What's up babe?'

'What the hell is this?'

You stare at Louis, who's holding your Vomiting-Inducing Pills.

'How did you get that?' Your voice shaky.

'WHAT is this?'

'They're painkillers'

'Don't lie to me Y/N. Why are you having these? What's wrong?' Expression softer.

'I was feeling sick and I thought I'd feel better if I threw up'

'Y/N..'

'What?'

'Do you have an eating disorder?' His eyes not leaving yours; begging you to tell him the truth.

You drop your gaze, ashamed and mumur a small, insignificant 'Yes'.

Louis comes over, his eyes wet, hugging you while he repeats just once phrase 'I'm right here babe'.

HARRY:

Your fingers are pushing down your throat as you try to throw up.

It hits the right spot and out comes the food.

You'd just had dinner with Harrys mum and him, and she'd fed you till you couldn't breathe.

You ran up to the bathroom as soon as you could, feeling disgusting.

You get ready for round 2, shoving your fingers down your throat.

'Y/N, you in here?' He opens the door and stops, his face horrified.

'What are you doing?'

You stare at him, there's nothing to say. Nothing you can do to salvage the situation.

'Are you..are you throwing up the food?' Answering his own question.

You look at him, not saying anything.

'Why are you doing this?'

'Cause I'm fat. I just wanted to look better for you' You hold his hand.

'You're doing this because of me?' He asks, as he starts crying, unable to understand.

'Harry, don't cry. I'm sorry' You look at him, upset you've hurt him.

'Y/N, I'm..so sorry' He holds you tight, crying as he blames himself for your illness.

ZAYN:

Zayns hands travel to your shirt, lifting it.

'No Zayn! Stop' You push him away.

'Y/N, what's wrong? I'm sorry' He asks, confused.

'You..you..can't see me without my clothes' You stammer.

'Y/N, we've had sex' He stares at you, thinking it's a joke.

'Yeah, but I've put on weight recently.' Your voice drops.

'No babe, come on. I've just been gone for 2 months' He comes closer, lifting your shirt.

He takes it off, his mouth drops.

'Wh..at?' He gasps.

'I told you, I'm fat' You cover your stomach.

'Fat? Babe, your ribcage is sticking out. You're so..thin' He shakes his head, running his hands across each bone.

'Thank You' You smile, mistaking his words.

'No, this..this is..bad. You look starved. What's wrong? Are you not getting time to eat? Is there..' He stops, as it dawns on him.

'Are you anorexic?' He chokes.

'No Zayn, I'm not anorexic' You laugh.

'Y/N..what did you eat today?'

'I had 2 slices of bread' You say matter-of-factly.

'Oh my god' He whispers, hating himself for not being there and hating that you don't what you're doing is wrong.

He walks to you, whispering 'I'm going to fix this' while holding you in his arms.

NIALL:

'You've lost weight' Niall says as you enter the kitchen.

'Thanks' You smile, happy he's finally noticed.

'Not in the good way'

Your smile fades 'Excuse me?'

'Have you been eating?' He ignores your question, getting to the point.

'Yes' You shrug, grabbing an apple.

'Okay, let me rephrase. Have you been eating real food?'

'Yes' You snap, annoyed.

Suddenly, you smell something familiar.

Niall pulls out a 'Big Mac' from a brown paper-bag.

'Eat' He says simply, pushing it towards you.

You gulp, hating the sight of the burger, which is dripping with oil, cheese and fat.

'I'm really not that hung..'

'Eat' He interrupts.

You've never seen Niall like this, his face devoid of any compassion.

You grab the burger, turning your head away because you're so disgusted.

A tear rolls down your cheek.

But Niall doesn't budge, he sits there, waiting.

You close your eyes and bite into it, hating yourself.

A burst of flavours enter your mouth as you wince gulping it down.

'Are you happy Niall?' Your voice harsh.

'Yes' He nods, coming over to hug you, letting you know he'll help you through this, even if it means you hating him.

- Just wanted to say, I'm sorry if this is a sensitive topic for anyone.

And if any of you beautiful people are going through this, I'm here to talk to you if you need :) -