Larry one shots (Self harm)

Louis' Secret Account

Louis' POV

They're trying to force me to eat. I mustn't give it. As I look at my phone I see the timer. 23.24 hours. I'm so close to my target. 24 hours then I'll eat a banana and purge. No one knows what it's like in my head and if they did then I wouldn't be allowed to be on stage almost every night.

Going through my secret twitter profile, skinnyornothing, I see a lot of girls who look about 12 looking for ana buddy's. I don't understand how a 12 year old can have body issues, they're not fully grown. Hell some haven't even started puberty yet. It breaks my heart seeing these young girls and boys hate themselves at such a young age. I tweet a girl who is looking for an ana buddy.

(I cbf doing the real layout. Just go with it)

@Skinnyornothing: @dyingtobethin You, are beautiful. You don't need an ana buddy. You are beautiful. You are skinny and perfect. Please love yourself.

@dryingtobethin: @Skinnyornothing
How do I love this? How am I meant to love the fat bitch that looks glares at me when I look in the mirror?

@Skinnyornothing: @dyingtobethin
Everyday look in the mirror and say one thing you like about yourself. Even if it's just your outfit. Do this for a wee bit and you'll find it will come naturally. Trust me love xx

@dyingtobething: @skinnyornothing I like nothing about myself but I will try it. Thanks for the advice xx

After I logged out of twitter I sat there and burst into tears. Why am I such a hypocrite? I tell people to love themselves when I hate every single thing about me. I logged onto my normal twitter and made a twitlonger, explaining how everyone is beautiful in there own way and without them there wouldn't be one direction. I also followed the girl I has given advice to and simply tweeted her

@Louis_Tomlinson: @dyingtobethin your beautiful the way you are xx

@Louis_Tomlinson had a lot more confidence then Louis Tomlinson.

I hear a slight knock at the door and in walks a very sad looking Harry.

"Lou, you know you can talk to me about anything right? He said slowly as he sat beside me on the coach.

"Yeah of course Haz" I replied with a fake smile.

"I've figured it out. Please just tell me Louis. I know everything, you don't have to hide anymore. Why? Why did you keep this from me? Why did you tell this girl to have confidence when you don't have it yourself? What differs between the two of you?" Harry asked, raising his voice slightly as he started to panic.

"Easy. She is twelve and I am twenty-two. She hasn't lived yet. She hasn't been through anything. Her body is still developing and changing. She is not matured. She's still growing. She needs to love herself. I don't want her to look back when she's my age and think 'oh I wish I had of loved myself'. I don't want young people to see themselves as monsters. It's hard for me to see this." I reply, desperation in my voice as I spill the words out as the lump in my throat forms.

"I see no difference between the two of you still" Harry simply stated as he stood up and walked out of the room.

I say there baffled for a while. Then it hit me.

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