Bromance One-Shots [Closed]

20. Nouis: Hungry For You

Prompt: Louis only wants to be good enough for Niall.

This is about eating disorders, and if that upsets you or if you have/had one, please do not read this, I'm sorry.

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Too fat. Too fat. Too fat. Too fat.

The words played through Louis' mind like a mantra, an annoying yet motivational mantra that was going to make him perfect, it would make people want to know him, he'd be skinny, finally thin enough for Niall to love.

Louis got down on his knees and peered into the toilet before him. Did he really want to do this? Yes. He needed to loose weight and this was the quickest way.

Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.

Louis placed his middle and index finger into his mouth, he was shaking a little, this was his first time. He rested the two fingers gently on his tongue as he tried to muster up the confidence to do it. Louis had always hated vomiting and the idea of making himself do it was less than appealing, but he had to; he couldn't stop eating all together because too many people would notice.

Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.

It's now or never. With his fingers shaking slightly, he slowly eased his fingers further into his mouth, very quickly gagging. Tears sprung to Louis' eyes as a reflex from all the gagging and very soon, all the food he'd eaten that day travelled up his throat and into the toilet.

Louis had been led to believe that it would be clean, that all the partially digested food and stomach acid would cleanly end up in the toilet for him to just flush and walk away. No. His fingers were covered, there was a little bit down his front and around his mouth, and a little on the toilet seat because he'd gotten a small fright and jumped as the food came up.

Again. Again. Again. Again.

Louis' fingers very quickly found the back of his throat, and more food was in the toilet, on his hands and around his mouth. Choking slightly, Louis got up from the floor and made his way over to the sink where he washed his hands, lathering them twice with soap before carefully pulling his shirt over his head. He looked away from the mirror, he didn't want to see all of his flab. He wiped his mouth and then the toilet seat clean with his shirt before throwing it in the hamper to be washed later.

Louis made his way across the hall and into his room where he sunk to the floor and cried. How did his life get to this point? He'd always had problems with his weight, nobody had actually called him fat, that's just how saw himself. Louis didn't really know when he became so unhappy.

Happiness.

Louis could hardly even remember what is was like to be happy any more. The only time he felt something even resembling happiness was when he was with Niall, but Niall probably didn't feel the same, Louis was too disgusting and fat.

He pulled himself off the floor and dragged his body over to the bed. Niall and Louis had been together for roughly eleven months. Niall was currently down stairs completely unaware of Louis' problems. Everything about Niall just made Louis feel even more insecure because Niall was definition of perfect while Louis was the complete opposite.

Louis had almost fallen asleep when he felt the bed dip slightly and a pair of strong arms wrap protectively around him.

"How ya feeling baby?" Niall whispered gently into Louis' ear.

Louis had told Niall that wasn't feeling very well and that was why he hardly touched his dinner. Niall didn't know he was lying, he had no reason to even assume so. Their relationship was built on love and trust. Louis and Niall made a mutual promise to never lie to each other.