Larry Stylinson Sick/Hurt/Comfort Stories🌙☁️✨

⭐️ Anorexia (Louis) ⭐️

Hi all! This was an anonymous request! It hasn't been edited yet, so I'll be getting to that, I just wanted to have it up:)

TRIGGER WARNING- Eating Disorder

Louis would normally be counting down the weeks, days, hours, seconds even, for Harry to walk through the front door. For him to be home again. But right now, those feelings were nowhere to be found.

It's not that he hadn't missed him, he had. He'd missed him so damn much, and he hated the fact that he couldn't join him on tour.

There'd been far too many close calls the last time. Too many times they'd been seen. It just couldn't be risked.

So, Louis had been left behind at home.

It had started off alright, he was making sure to socialize. He visited his siblings, spent some time with Niall, went out with Calvin and Oli.. but slowly those interactions became less and less.

Harry hadn't been calling much.

Louis at first had tried not to worry, reminded himself that Harry was touring. Probably completely exhausted. But... that hadn't stopped him from calling before.

He tried to reason with himself, tried to remember how much Harry loved him, and all the promises he made about the things they'd do together when he returned.

And it worked, it really did. In the beginning.

It wasn't until one particular lonely night that things had started to spiral. Louis had woken up from an awful nightmare, a nightmare in which Harry had left him. Normally, he'd be able to laugh it off, because of course Harry would never leave him, and he'd be back to sleep in no time.

But that night was different. He hadn't heard from Harry in four days, and he was already feeling so vulnerable. He hesitated a moment, before grabbing his phone.

He knew that while it was like 4 am for him, where Harry was at it was only about 11, so he would have recently finished his show and should have a bit of time to talk.

He waited a couple rings before he heard the familiar voice of his love. His Harry.

"Hey Lou, what's up?"

The utter casualness of Harry's voice kind of hurt. Harry always used pet names, and tended to be concerned when Louis would call at this hour, but he tried to brush it off. "Hey Haz... I just... I had a nightmare." Louis' voice trembled a bit. "You left me... and I just... I wanted to hear your voice. I miss you" he was fiddling with his engagement ring as he had his phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear.

"Oh Louis... I'm sorry." There was a bunch of loud chatter and giggling going on, and it was only then, that Louis realized he was on speaker.

Harry never had him on speaker, he liked to keep their conversations personal.

"It's um... it's fine." Louis was so embarrassed, "I just wanted to talk to you for a minute-"

Harry's laughter cut off his sentence, and he couldn't help feel a bit of an ache in his heart.

"Hold on, hold on!" He heard Harry saying, to someone, giggles in his voice. "Look Lou, I gotta go. We're almost to this new club in the area. I'll talk to you later."

Louis sighed, "Yeah okay.. love-" he couldn't finish telling Harry he loved him though.

The line had gone silent.

He didn't understand. Had he done something wrong?

He shook his head a little. No... he was just being paranoid. Harry was busy, and he couldn't just expect him to answer at his every beck and call.