Off One's Rocker - Lashton

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

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Anorexia is migraines, stomach pains, muscle weakness, shaky hands, blurry vision, unsteady vision, sobbing uncontrollably, self-hatred, passing out, dizziness, countless stares, screaming families, terrified friends, distorted mirrors, angry scales, disordered realities, failing organs, easy bruising, social withdrawn, starvation, coma, death.

But hey, you get skinny, right?

Wrong. You will never be skinny. You will look at yourself in the mirror every moment you get, and you will only see the fat hanging over the jeans, the fat clinging to your stomach, the fat on your legs, your arms, everywhere. You will never be skinny. At least not in your mind.

Also, many of those who are suffering from anorexia are either a healthy weight or overweight. 'Anorexic' is not, never has been, and should never be a synonym for 'skinny'.

Luke was just your stereotypical anorexic in how their bodies are said to look.

However, his mind was anorexic. His body was malnourished and dying.

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"How much longer?" the blonde groaned from where he sat next to Ashton in a chair opposite many nurse offices. His heart was pounding that they would conclude he was overweight. And it didn't help he was still shirtless and could see the little belly which had formed.

Already many people had given him weird looks as he made his way here and he was getting more and more insecure by the minute and that was not a good thing.

"He won't be long," Ashton assured giving Luke's knobbly knee a supportive, firm squeeze.

"Ashton?" Luke broke the silence which occurred for a while.

"Yeah?" He replied looking over at his blonde roommate, he couldn't help but take a quick glance at his abnormal torso.

"Do you think I have gotten fat?" he asked timidly. Ashton internally cooed, the way the small boy looked at him was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

His eyes flickering to the anorexics hand, he decided to risk the chance of slipping it into to his. To the curly haired boy's surprise Luke did not pull away just looked up at the elder and awaited an answer.

"You want the truth?"

Nodding eagerly, Luke had wanted the truth forever now and he was finally going to get it... or not.

"You are beautiful Luke. Whether you weigh ninety pounds or three hundred. I couldn't care less how big you are because you are perfect. But if you want to know if you've gotten fat... well I'm no body expert, but I don't think this is fat-" he admitted giving Luke's stomach a poke.

Luke squirmed at his touch as it tickled and let out a little squeak. "I think it's recovery to show you are getting better. You still have a long way to go until you are even healthy but you will always be the cute little Luke I've gotten to know."

The blonde couldn't help but grin widely and he insecurely looked down to his feet. It wasn't the fact that Ashton told him he was not fat, it was more that Ashton thought he was beautiful, and that meant something to Luke.