(1 month later)
Another thing that's different about Harry is how he used to sleep naked but now he just wears his clothes from the day before because he thinks he's fat and ugly. Tonight I'm going to try to take off his shirt and see what he does. I hope he doesn't get mad at me..... He gets really defensive whenever I either mention his body or try to give him food or just things like that. As we're getting ready for bed, I ask Harry if he's hungry. He never eats anymore.
"Harry? Are you hungry? Do you want dinner?" I ask.
"No! I'm already so fat! Why do you want to make me even fatter than I already am!?"
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to upset you....."
"I forgive you." Harry says.
"Good. I love you, Harry."
"I love you too."
We climb in bed and after like 5 minutes, I try to take off Harry's shirt.
"What are you doing?!" He yells.
"I'm sorry, Harry.... Just, why won't you let me take off your shirt?"
"I'm so fat and ugly! Why don't you understand?"
"Harry, stop with that! You're so cute! I love you, Harry. You're so cute and sweet and I just love you! Stop saying these terrible things about yourself!" I say.
"No! I'm fat and ugly! I'm not cute at all! Quit lying to me!" He screams.
"Harry...... Please just listen to me. You're my little cupcake and I would never lie to you. Stop saying you're fat and ugly; it's not true. You're so adorable and sweet and I love you Harry. You're so cute and perfect." I say.
"I'm not perfect! Stop lying!" Now he's crying.
"Awwww, don't cry, baby. I love you." I say, kissing him on the forehead.
"I'm still not cute." Harry says.
"Yes you are. And whoever says otherwise is wrong."
"I don't care..... I want to die....." That's all he ever thinks about, isn't it? I just hope he'll be okay. He cuddles up close to me and I keep kissing him all over. My little cupcake is so cute! I don't know why he hates himself and thinks he's fat and ugly which he obviously isn't. He's gained a little bit of weight in the past month or so, that's good, right? He's back to the weight he was before he started starving himself, which is perfect. I just needed that to happen, then it's fine. I just gave him those Swedish nutrition bars from Mean Girls (they're real!) and told him the same thing Cady told Regina. Harry didn't suspect a thing!
"Can I ask you something?" Harry asks.
"Sure, baby." I say.
"Why do you love me so much? I'm not cute, I'm all depressed and suicidal, I'm fat, and I have no personality whatsoever." He says.
"Baby, that's just a stupid question. I love you because you're you. You're sweet, cute, funny, and you're just perfect to me. You're not fat and ugly. You're perfect to me. That's all that matters." I tell him and kiss him on the forehead.
We're just laying there, cuddling, when Zayn and Louis walk in.
"Oh hey AJ." Louis says.
"And hi-um-that." Zayn adds, gesturing to Harry.
"Stop it! He's so cute!" I defend Harry.
"Yeah sure. Maybe to a blind person." Louis scoffs.
"See! I told you I was ugly!" Harry says.
"Louis!" I shout.
"No, Harry, you're not ugly...." Zayn says.
"I'm not?"
"No. You're appearance challenged."
"But that's the same thing!" Harry says.
"I know!" Louis says.
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Suicidal
FanfictionI'm just going to write part of the story because I'm terrible at descriptions. "See, Harry," I say, showing him a beautiful picture of the city, "these are reasons to live." "Looks like a perfect place to die to me," Harry says. "Harry, just liste...
