Warning: If you don't like reading short stories with self-harm and eating disorders involved in them don't read this. Also it is kinda sad so if you don't like reading sad stories then don't read either.
Hate, hate, hate, and even more hate is all I see over the internet. Being Liam Payne's girlfriend of 3 years you think I would be used to it. But I'm not. Liam left for tour and I have been feeling really bad so I decided to go on twitter to tweet him. But before I decided to check my mentions, bad idea. Just hate, hate, and more hate, I read comment after comment and I couldn't bear it anymore. I ran into the bathroom and sat there hugging my knees crying for what seemed like hours, finally when I had ran out of tears I looked over to my side and saw my razor sitting on the edge of my bathtub. I slowly reached over and grabbed it, I stared at it for a good ten minutes then made a thin cut along my right wrist. A thin line of blood peaked up on my wrist, I sighed I wasn't proud of what I was doing, then I made another 2 cuts on my left wrist. I got up and put band-aids on the cuts then checked the time, it was 7:12. I went downstairs to go make me some dinner, I got out all the stuff then I looked down at my thighs and stomach then frowned. I was never happy with my body, and apperently so weren't the fans because some of the constant hate was about me being fat and too ugly for Liam. So I put back all the food then went upstairs.
~A Month Later~
I haven't ate hardly anything since that night, a small thing here and there but nothing big. And yes sadly I do admit I still cut myself, Liam is coming back today and I am as scared as hell to see him. I don't know what he'll say about my extreme weight loss, I was sitting on the couch playing with the edge of my long sleeve shirt when Liam walked in.
I ran over and gave him a tight hug, then he spun me around and kissed me. He pulled away and gave me a puzzled look, his hands were on my waist and he looked down at my stomach then slightly frowned.
Liam: Are you okay baby?
Me: Totally! Why wouldn't I be?
Liam: Because.... You've lost a lot of weight it seems... Unhealthy how much you've lost.
Me: Well how bout that! Hey do you wanna go out for dinner, or how bout I just make some!
I wiggled out of his grasp then I ran into the kitchen, Liam came in after me and grabbed my wrist causing me to turn around. His eyes were flodded with concern, I tried to wiggle my wrist out of his grasp and in the process my sleeve slightly went up revealing a scar. His grip on my wrist tightened, he yanked up my sleeve then his eyes widdened. He looked straight into my eyes with hurt and pain in them.
Liam: W-why would you do this?
Me: I-I... Don't know..
Liam: Have you been starving yourself the whole time I was gone Katey?!
I wouldn't meet his gaze, and I quietly said.
Me: I was so gross looking Liam... That was the only way I could think of getting rid of it....
Liam: KATHRYN ISABELLA! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THAT TO YOURSELF?! YOU ARE PERFECT IN EVERY WAY AND YOU WERE PERFECT UNTIL YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF! YOU REMEMBER HOW WE TALKED ABOUT WANTING KIDS SOMEDAY?! WELL NOW YOU SCREWED THAT UP BECAUSE GIRLS WITH EATING DISORDERS CAN'T HAVE KIDS! WHY, JUST WHY?!
Tears started streaming down my face, Liam never, NEVER yelled at me. He took a shaky breath and ran his hand through his hair.
Liam: I just can't do this right now.
He walked out of the house, I ran up into the bathroom and cried. I grabbed my razor and made a cut on my bicep, I started crying so more then I heard Liam start banging on the door.
Liam: Katey please open the door! I am begging you, please!
I dropped the razor then unlocked the door and opened it, Liam pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my forehead.
Liam: Please don't do that ever again, and please stop starving yourself. For me?
I looked up at him and nodded, then he held out his pinky and I interlocked his with mine. He gave me a small smile then lightly kissed me. He helped me clean my cut then we cuddled in bed until we both fell asleep.