WOW! We're at chapter 14 already! So so so so so sorry it's taken me so long to update. I swear I will update more often.
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Harry's P.O.V
I could feel my body shake as Louis slammed the door to the room. I could hear his loud footsteps fade away, and I could feel my body begin to heave, but I had nothing to heave up. I was empty.
A few tears slipped down my face, and I felt Liam's strong arms wrap around my body and pull me into a hug. "Haz....." Liam whispered into my ear. "Stop shaking, please." I felt him hold me even tighter, and I let my body fade into his embrace.
I felt hurt. Louis, the one person who I could totally trust with all my heart and soul had left me. He was the only one who I could trust. He was my best friend, even before he found out about my eating disorder. And that's just it. Now, he hated me- he hated me for a secret that wasn't his to share. He hadn't even said goodbye. He haden't even said sorry. He just....left.
After awhile, I stopped shaking. I felt dead and exhausted, but at least I didn't feel like I was going to get sick anymore.I slowly got up off of the bathroom floor. Liam helped me up out of the stall, and walked me over to the sink. I felt like an old woman, who is not able to walk without support from another. I felt so weak that I could hardly stand. My vision was blurry, and my heart rate was increasing. Why was I feeling like this? What was happening?
Liam seemed oblivious to anything that I was feeling. He was concentrating on how I looked other than how I felt. "Harry," He simply said looking into my dim green eyes, " We really should get you out of those clothes." He began to take my shirt off. I wanted to resist, but I couldn't. Maybe it was because I was too tired to stop him, or maybe I knew he was going to find out anyway, or maybe it was because I really did want someone to help me and I had been deceiving myself the whole time, but for someone reason, I let the words come out of my mouth.
"I'm anorexic Liam." I said. The words hung in the air. They pierced right through my own heart. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see the hurt on his face. Why did I just say that? Was I too exhausted to understand stand what I was saying?
I could barely understand anything anymore. All courage that I had when I was eating was gone. Al hope that I was feeling to begin my recovery faded into the dimness of the day. I felt lost and alone. I felt exposed, and I suddenly wished that I could take back what I had just said to Liam.
I could feel Liam shuffle closer to me."What?" He whispered. It was almost inaudible.
I didn't want to answer him. I didn't want to see the disappointment in his eyes. I just kept my eyes closed and whispered back, "I'm anorexic. I haven't been eating for a couple months now. And I don't want to take off my shirt because I don't want you to see what I've done to myself." I hung my head in shame.
After afew minutes I opened my eyes. I didn't look at him though. I felt Liam's arms wrap around me again, and I instantly fell into his embrace. From the way that his body was shaking, I could tell that he was crying. I was crying too.
My tears didn't last long though. As soon as I realized that I my walls were falling down, I dried away my tears. I turned away from Liam. "I'm so sorry." I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. I felt weak; so weak. It again dawned on me what I was actually doing to myself. I was killing myself and everyone around me who even cared once to give a shit about how I felt. I didn't want to die- I don't want to die. I don't want this disease to kill me. I love life. And I know that I have people here on earth who love me too. There are people here who love me not for how thin I was or by what I was wearing. There were people who wouldn't criticize me for how I feel or for what I was doing to myself. They love me for me. And these people- these extraordinary people- are here for me. Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Louis- well probably not Louis anymore, but the others do. And they're willing to help me get better.
I turned back to face Liam. I felt the tears coming back into my eyes. I bit my lip to push them back. "Liam, can you help me. Please?" I said quietly. He just nodded. "Who else knows about this?" He questioned. I sighed, and brushed back my curls. "Louis and Zayn."
I felt like he was itching to know more. Like he wanted to know how it all started and how I have kept this big of a secret from him, but I interrupted him. "Can I go to my room now? I'm exhausted." And that was the truth. I felt drained. Not just mentally, but physically too. I felt that if I didn't get some more rest that I might faint. I was too tired to eat my lunch. I was too tired to try want help. I felt too tired to even walk to the car.
I latched onto Liam for support. He held me tighter. I think that now he could feel just how thin I was. I think that he began to process what I was doing to myself. The secret that I had kept from the world for so long was finally out and I let it escape. I knew what would come next. Therapy. I was going to go through therapy. I was going to get better. Did I want it?
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Liam basically carried me to the taxi. I felt too weak to stand. I felt myself fading in and our of conciseness. One second my eyes were open and the next they were closed. I knew that the other boys were around me. I could see their faces in the distance. I couldn't see Louis though. It was like he had disappeared.
He had left me. He was gone. Maybe my disease scared him too much. Maybe he couldn't handle my problems; he couldn't handle my scars.
I knew that we were driving. I didn't know where. My head was killing me and it hurt to breathe. What was happening to me?
Everyone around me was saying something about hospital? Shock? What?
I couldn't ear my own thoughts. There was a buzzing in my ear that wouldn't leave. I couldn't tell what was happening to me. I heaved- again, and again. I then fell out of consciousness. Why? I was heaving up blood.
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Sorry if you couldn't understand that last part. It was a little confusing. And I'm really sorry about not updating for forever. And this chapter sucked, I know. I just had to write something.
I've been super busy so that is what I will use as my excuse for not updating. And my friend died a little bit ago, and I just haven't felt like writing.
But yeah, that was the chapter. Sorry if you hated it. There is more drama to come. I love you all, and thanks for all of the votes, reads, and comments. It means a ton to me :)