Goodbye l.s

Chpter 4

Life is so difficult. One moment everything is okay for once, the next the world crumbles down. The boys just said they're on their way to my house and I was far from prepared. I managed to clean everything and hide anything even remotely suspicious in half an hour. They walk in and I'm sitting on my couch going through Instagram.
"Hey!" I say
"Hey, I'm hungry you got anything to eat?" Niall asks
Shit. I think as he heads for the kitchen.
"Actually let's just go get some food from a fast food joint?" I suggest
"Nah I'm lazy" he opens the fridge and a looks of confusion is on his face.
"Why don't you have any food"
"Haven't been able to go to the shops"
"Harry...why are you lying" Louis chimes in.
Dammit.
"I'm not"
"You are! You always looks to the right when you lie and your voice becomes different!"
"Okay fine I lied I just ate it all. Okay?"
"You're still lying" Louis whispered to me "we can talk after the others leave."
"There's nothing to talk about" I whisper back.
A few hours later all the boys leave except one. Louis.
"Come here," Louis says calmly motioning to the seat next to him on the couch.
I go to the seat and sit down. Louis pulls my head into his lap and I'm not lay down using him as a pillow. He runs his fingers through my hair and begins to speak.
"Harry...why were you lying earlier?"
"I wasn't"
"Yes you were"
"Fine it's because I've been busy and I just forget to restock sometimes and it's embarrassing."
"Harry I'm not so sure I belabor you entirely."
I just sigh and think about ways I could fix this.
"What you thinking about" Louis interrupts my thoughts.
"How pretty your eyes are" I blurt out to avoid suspicious.
"What?"
"I could stare into them for hours"
Louis smiles at me before removing my head from his lap. Was my head to heavy? Does he hate me? My brain doesn't think logically. I sit up and look at my hands which were suddenly very interesting. Suddenly Louis moves me so I'm straddling his lap.
"Your eyes are quite pretty as well"
I sit there in utter shock before realizing I'm probably crushing him. I move off his lap quickly and start feeling a sense of panic and pain.
"What's wrong Harry"
Before I get the chance to answer I run into my bathroom, lock the door, and throw up. I quickly grab the scale weighing myself in complete panic. He couldn't know how heavy I was. I weigh 45 kilograms. That's so much....too much. I realize Louis standing at the doorway. Shit! I thought I locked it!
"Harry...." he says in a soft concerned voice.
"Hey just really needed to use the bathroom sorry!"
"Harry...I saw everything..."
"Oh well sorry must be getting sick"
"Harry we both know what you just did.."
He walks over to me and hugs me tightly. I start full on sobbing...god how could things become such a mess.
"L-Louis..."
"Yeah?"
"Please don't leave me..."
"Why would I ever leave you again, especially when you need me the most"
"C-cus-"
"No cus I'm never leaving again"
Little did I know...this wasn't the entire truth...