This could be triggering for some, as it concerns eating disorders. If this topic could or will trigger you, please don’t read. My ask is always open if you need to talk.
For those who requested it.
Harry:
And he’s blinking back tears; upset that you were hurting yourself, that he hadn’t done his job and kept you safe. He wonders if things would have been different if he had have realised. And maybe if he had just said that he loved you or that you were beautiful a little more, you wouldn’t have done it; and you really were beautiful, but you just weren’t seeing it.
“Please,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead as he held you in his arms, “Please stop hurting yourself.”
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Liam:
And he’d been noticing how your bones were starting to stick out a little more, and how you’d lost your appetite. He’d noticed how much more fragile you seemed, how small you were in his arms, and it worried him that you were just so weak and tired all the time, and how you were lacking energy. And he knew, and he can’t help but think that maybe he always knew, but chose to ignore it and hope that maybe he was wrong.
“I don’t want you to think that you can’t tell me things,” he tells you, “Because you can and I’ll listen; always. You’re going to be okay. We’ll fix this.”
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Zayn:
And he isn’t sure how he didn’t notice earlier, because it all made sense to him now; how you’d skip breakfast and lie about having lunch, and how you’d turn down his offers of dessert and whatnot. And he’s annoyed with himself, because he knows that he could have stopped it – if only he’d seen it sooner. But he hadn’t.
“We can get through this,” he murmurs, wiping away your tears, “I can help you.”
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Louis:
And he can’t help but notice the way you’ve been skipping meals as of late, and haven’t really eaten a proper meal in days. And he’ll ask you about it too, and usually you’d just lie about it, but you didn’t that day. And he gets a little emotional, and he can’t help the tears that stream down his cheeks. He’s disappointed, in himself, for not noticing there was something wrong earlier.
“I’m here,” he tells you, just a soft whisper between his heartbreaking sobs, “I’m always here.”
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Niall:
And he doesn’t know what to say, when you admit to him, because he doesn’t really know how to make it better. So he just sort of breaks a little, and a few tears fall from his hurt eyes, blue eyes, before he wipes them away; trying to be strong for your sake.
“I’ll fix this,” he tells you, wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb, “I promise.”
