"What do you want for dinner?" Harry questions, stretching as he stands from the couch.
"Nothing," You mumble, frowning slightly.
"Why not," He pouts, "I’m not that bad of a cook. I could order out if you really don’t want my cooking."
"It’s not that, babe." You smile casually. "I’m just not hungry…had a big lunch."
"Ohh," He nods slightly, "You should still eat something, though. It’s not good to skip. At least a few bites, okay?"
"I don’t want it." You frown again. "Nothing sounds good right now anyways, and I’m not hungry. I’ll be okay."
"All right…" He frowns. "Just, uh… Just tell me if you want something whatever time it is. I’ll make or get whatever you want."
You sat around in your pajamas all day watching movie marathons and eating when you got hungry. It was normal for you, and you’d never had a problem with it before. Then you met Liam.
"Liam, (y/n)!" They all shouted. Bright flashes were everywhere you looked. The cameras were hard to ignore.
"Pretend like they’re not there, okay? Don’t say anything to them even if they say something mean. They just want your attention." Liam whispers in your ear, tightening his arm around your waist.
"Okay," You nod.
"Liam, why are you dating her?"
"Liam, she’s not skinny like your other girlfriends."
"That dress doesn’t suit your body type!"
As they began to poke and prod at various insecurities you didn’t really know you had, you began to let their voices fade away and ignore all the lights. You were focusing on what they had already said.
They were calling you fat.
You tried to forget about it. You really did. And when dinner was served at the party you were attending… You tried to eat but within the first couple bites, you felt sick. Maybe they were right…
"Hungry babe?" Louis asks, picking up his phone. "I’m thinking Chinese. What do you want."
"Nothing." You shrug. "Not hungry."
"But you haven’t eaten anything all day."
"Yeah, I did…" You look over at him. "I had cereal this morning."
"I’m not stupid, (y/n)." He sighs, putting the phone back onto the table.
"Excuse me?" You ask, not catching onto what he was saying.
"You didn’t eat it. You took one bite and waited until I went to the shower. Do you really think I can’t tell when you shove your food down the garbage disposal?"
You don’t reply.
"Why?" He asks.
"Why what?" You finally make eye contact with him.
"Why won’t you eat? Why do I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes without you beside me and why do I hear you in the bathroom throwing up things you haven’t even eaten?"
You don’t reply.
"I called a doctor. I asked what it might mean."
"What did he say?"
"It was an eating disorder. He talked about bulimia but he said it’s also anorexia."
"I looked up some stuff about it. I don’t think you have any idea how bad it is, (y/n)."
"It’s not that bad," You frown.
"It really is though. It’ll waste away your muscle and you’ll get sick because you’re not getting vitamins and minerals you need, and you’ll be cold all the time because you don’t have any fat on your body."
"I don’t want to be fat."
"Just because you have some fat doesn’t mean that you are fat." He defends.
"So…" You mumble. "I need to lose weight."
"No you don’t."
"If you really think that you do, then I’ll bring you with me to the gym three times a week. Okay? We’ll do that and you’ll go back to eating."
"But if I eat I’ll get fat!"
"No you won’t! If you eat serving sizes of stuff and count calories and stuff and do exercise with me three times a week, you’ll be back to your normal weight in no time."
"I don’t want to go back to that, though."
"You need to. This isn’t healthy and I’m really worried. If you won’t do it for yourself, at least do it for me? For the people who are worried about you? Those who care?"
"I don’t want to." You sigh. "But I’ll try. I’m not promising you anything."
"I’m not asking you to. I’m just asking that you at least try."
Niall: Effects on You
"Have your hip bones always stuck out like this?"
"Not always, no." You smile to yourself as he lightly brushes his fingertips against your hip.
"Is it just ‘cause we’re laying down or what?"
"No, it’s like that when I stand up, too. Not just as much…" You mumble.
"That’s good." He says.
"Good?" You furrow your eyebrows. I think it looks better now.
"It looks painful, babe. Your hip shouldn’t stick out like that."
"It’s pretty." You grumble, sitting up and pulling your shirt back over your hip.
"(y/n) I didn’t mean to make you angry," Niall starts but you cut him off,
"Too late, Niall. Just forget it." You get off of the bed where you were laying with him and walk out of the room to the bathroom to inspect the bones in question…
Zayn: Effects on Other People
You came home that night to find every mirror shattered. Everything that could show a reflection was either covered up or gone. The scale that was in the bathroom was shattered to pieces. Zayn wasn’t anywhere to be found.
You walked around the house and assessed the damage. You had already suspected that Zayn was catching onto your lack of eating habits and over active exercise habits.
As you were walking to the kitchen to see just how far Zayn had gone with the no-reflections, he came in the flat carrying at least four grocery bags on each arm. He walked to the kitchen where you were and dropped all of them onto the ground and looked up at you.
"About time you got home. Thought you usually got home at four?"
"I added a bit onto my workout…" You mumbled.
"Two hours? Added onto the two hours you added before that? And before that? It’s not healthy to work out this much, you know. I called the gym and cancelled your membership and basically bought out the grocery store down the block."
"You what?!" You gasp, balling one of your hands into a fist. His eyes glance down at it before he frowns.
"You’re done with it. You’ve been working out almost all day and hardly eating anything. It isn’t healthy.”
"It’s perfectly healthy." You ball up your other fist.
"It’s not, though. Drinking energy drinks and taking pills you help you stay awake are not healthy ways to get energy. You need food to get energy." He points to all the stuff on the counter.
"This is going to be gone by this weekend and you’re eating most of it. I don’t care if you don’t want to. I’m not going to sit back and watch you hurt yourself anymore."
"It’s not hurting me…" You mumble feeling the tears gather in your eyes.
"It is. Maybe you can’t see it, but I do. You’re too thin. I’m worried that one day you’re going to collapse and I’ll have to take you to a hospital and I’ve read what happens after that… it’s usually not good and I’m not letting it happen."
Tears drop from your chin. You hadn’t realize you were crying, and he hadn’t realized that he was. He slowly crossed the room to you and picked you up almost effortlessly. “No more working out unless you do it with me, okay? And no more energy drinks. Those things aren’t good for your insides.” He carries you to the living room and sits you on the couch.
"I’m gonna go get some of that stuff from the kitchen and we’re going to pig out and watch movies for the next three days. Okay.?"
If you have an eating disorder, I hope you know it’s a very serious problem whether it’s skipping a meal or only eating tiny bits or making yourself throw up. In case you want to know ‘what the big deal is,’ look here: [link] I have faith that you can make it through this and though I most likely can’t help, I’ll be here if you need someone to talk to (about this or anything, really. I won’t bite).