Secret Lovers *not finishing*

Chapter 6, Niall.

2 Days Later

The boys, Anne and Gemma would visit every morning, afternoon and night. Niall would bring me food but I was never hungry, I haven't eaten for days. But the boys, mostly Niall would make sure I ate. But I would just puke it up anyways. "Eat it" Niall demands and pushes the burrito towards me. "I'm not hungry" I hiss. "Louis, you look like shit, you haven't eaten in days and don't you dare lie to me and say you have, now eat the god damn food!" Niall yells and a tear slips down his cheek. I look up, Niall never got upset, never got angry. I can see the pain and pleading in his bright blue eyes. "Please Louis, just take a gander at yourself, you need it" he whispers and pushes the plate towards me again. I can see his eyes start to water and single tear drops start to fall. "Niall, please don't cry I'm fine, I promise" I say and stand up and pull him into a hug. I glance quickly at the other boys who are fast asleep. I hear him gasp and look down to see his eyes looking at my torso but I quickly look back up. I can feel his body shaking against mine and I feel my shoulder become wet from his tears. I can hear his short, quick breaths escaping his trembling lips trying to hold back a sob. "Ni, shh don't cry I'm fine, I'm fine" I try soothing him. "No, no your not!" he sobs. I pull away " I am!" "Look at you." he shouts throwing his arms in the air. " I used to not be able to wrap my arms around you! Now my hands can overlap!" he screams at me. My eyes begin to water as I take in the truth. "I'm fine." I repeat. "Louis! Your not, your lying to yourself! Just listen to me! Please just eat something for me for Harry." he whispers out the last word. I glare at him "Ill be right back." I see him reach out to stop me but his arm drops as I push him away. I run to the bathroom and slam the door. I start to sob and my stomach growls. I walk towards the mirror and then see someone. I gasp. The person was thin, all skin and bones, his eyes red and swollen, dark bags beneath them, his hair greasy and in every direction and his cheek bones were sticking out just like his ribs were. He was a mess, no smile, no emotion, he looked empty almost dead. I close my eyes and fall back.

"That can't be me" I mutter trying to catch my breath. "No, no, no I'm healthy looking I don't look like that." I begin to cry and lean my back against the wall and pull me knees in. "No. no, no." I mumble, my vision becoming blurred by my tears. "Hello" I hear a soft, sweet Irish accent say. I just continue to sob. "Louis I know your in there mate." I hear the door open and then warm arms are around me, trying to help me up, "Come on Lou." he grabs my hand and lifts me up then pulls me into a hug. "You need a Horan hug" He whispers. I chuckle but sob at the same time. I try to smile for him but can't lift my cheeks. Niall was a very sensitive lad, the littlest things would hurt his poor, fragile heart. Seeing any of us cry would kill him and he would begin sobbing with us, which made us cry more because there was no worse sight then seeing our little Irish man cry. He is the sweetest guy in the world, and I knew he was trying to help and comfort me, but it didn't work. "Come on, wrap your arms around me, give me a hug" He whispers. I give in and wrap my arms around his tiny body. He brought me in closer, and even though he was shorter and smaller, it felt reassuring, I felt loved again and it was actually very, very comforting. Niall did give the best hugs out of everyone but I still miss Harry's hugs, but Niall's were close enough. I laid my head into his blonde, scruffy hair and he put his head right underneath my chin. I begin to cry again. "Shhh" he coo's.

He starts to sway us back and forth and rubs his small, soft hands up and down my spine. "I-I can't stop crying" I choke out. "I know, me either, but it will be alright, I'm here for you, the boys, Anne, Gemma, were here Louis." I can hear the sadness in his voice as he reassures me. He begins to hum moments and I cry even harder. "I'm sorry" He mutters. I release him and put my hands on his shoulders. I lift his head up with my finger and see his eyes getting watery and a tear slides down his red cheeks. I sigh and kiss the top of his head and he looks up to me. "No, don't cry, your trying and thank you, you made me feel so much better." I say and put on a fake smile. His face immediately brightens. "Really" He sniffles and wipes his eyes. I smile "yes you did, your hugs are amazing, now how about that burrito, eh?" I smile and his smile widens. I hug him one more time and he pulls back. "Let's go! Trust me that burrito is delicious I had a bite!" He laughs and runs to the room. I chuckle, but my smile fades, I didn't want to eat, and I for sure didn't feel better.

I still feel like curling up into a ball and sobbing, but who could not be happy by that boy's face. For the rest of the day I try to smile, eat and laugh just to make Niall happy and the boys happy. But inside I was crumbling to pieces.

Oh Harry, I miss you.