Harry: Harry looked so close to tears, after he learned of the secret you tried so hard to keep. "But-but you're so perfect. Why would you starve yourself?" You looked at him through blurry eyes, "I'm not perfect Harry. All I hear is how I'm not pretty enough to be your girlfriend." A flash of anger passed over Harry's face, followed by even more pain. "But you are good enough [Y/N]." "Then why does everyone say I'm fat and ugly?" Harry shook his head, feeling so much disgust towards the people who said that. "It's because their jealous. They only say those things to be cruel. Don't let them get to you like this." "I just don't feel good enough, and I want to be." Harry reached towards you, and put an arm around you tightly, "You are more than good enough. Don't read those rude comments anymore. Please. I don't want you hurt like this." You knew it was a lie, you'd read more cruel comments again, but for Harry's sake, you nodded. "I won't."
Louis: "I can't believe I didn't notice before," Louis sighed, after what seemed like an eternity of him just staring at you. He had caught you getting rid of the supper you had just eaten, and it shocked him to see that. "Louis, p-please, listen," you stumbled over your words, not quite sure what to say. You never actually thought you'd get caught. You'd been doing this for so long, and this was your first time getting caught. "All those times you'd leave in a middle of a meal, and go to the bathroom for so long. I can't believe I was so blind." "Louis," you sighed, "I hid it." "I still should have noticed," Louis responded, leaning against the counter nervously, "I'm sorry it took this long, but I'm going to help you now. However I can."
Niall: "So it just started? That's why you're telling me?" "No. it's been something I've done on and off for years," you explained, feeling ashamed as you said it, "Just when things get bad." Niall sat next to you, looking down at his lap, "So this was going on before we even met?" "Mhm," you nodded, "I-I think I was 13 or so when it started. Not eating, just, it made things better. Or so I thought." You reached for Niall's hand nervously, when he said nothing. "I'm telling you, because I want help. I don't want to do this anymore. I can't do it alone though." Niall squeezed your hand, "Then I'll help. Whatever you need." "I knew you would," you smiled as you said that, "And I love the feeling of knowing I have you."
Liam: Liam paced back and forth in your bedroom; as you were lying in bed, crying your eyes out. "I just don't understand. Why did this start?" "I was just. I felt. I don't know." Liam stopped pacing, and looked over at you, his heart breaking a little more, "Please don't cry." "I let you down. I'm sorry," you responded, hugging the blanket close to your chest, "I tried to stop. I would eat good for days. But I'd feel the weight coming on, and I'd just go right back into this. My brain just doesn't understand how important food is." Liam's eyes stayed on your fragile frame. He never thought he'd come back from tour to see you looking so weak. "I just wish you knew how much you don't need to do this." "I do. Or I think I do. That doesn't stop this though. I can't explain it. I'm sorry." Finally, Liam made his way to the bed, and sat down next to you, "I'm not mad at you. You just need to get help. And real help. You can't do this yourself." More tears fell from your face, as you leaned against Liam, "Okay."
Zayn: "Are you going to eat?" Zayn questioned, as he saw you just staring at the plate of food before you. You looked up at him, and a lie fell from your lips, "I had a big lunch." Zayn's face fell at your answer, "Niall told me you had half of a energy bar." "Why were you talking about me?!" You asked defensively. "He just mentioned it in passing. [Y/N], are you okay?" You rolled your eyes, "I'm fine Zayn." "Eat then," Zayn answered, a worried look in his eyes, "Just eat." You looked down at the plate of food, and forced one small bite into your mouth, "There, are you happy?" "No, because something is wrong here." "Nothing is..." "Don't deny it. You aren't eating anymore. How long has this been going on?!" When Zayn raised his voice, you felt tears in your eyes, "It's not..." "Please tell me," Zayn said, a lot calmer. You looked down at your full plate, "If I eat all this tonight, will you please stop?" "I won't talk about it, if that's what you mean. But I will be watching from now on." You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, who you felt was treating you like a child; even if in the back of your mind you were thankful for his concern.
-Jasmine❤
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