Larry Stylinson Sick/Hurt/Comfort Stories🌙☁️✨

⚪️ anorexia pt 2 (louis) ⚪️

TW: Eating Disorder

Louis had really been wanting to do something special for Harry. He'd been home from tour for a few months and was constantly worrying and fretting over Louis. He was stressed, and Louis could tell.

It made Louis feel a bit guilty though honestly, because he knew that he was the root of Harry's stress. He was trying to change, trying to make progress. He'd been working with a therapist and was learning some things about himself and how to work through some of these problems.

Today though, Louis could tell Harry was extra exhausted and needed to do something for himself. So, Louis had called and got them a reservation for one of Harry's favorite upscale restaurants.

Louis was having a decent day so far, and felt like he'd be able to handle a dinner out. "Harry?" He asked, walking into their bedroom where Harry was sitting on their bed, folding laundry and watching reality TV.

"Yeah baby?" Harry looked over at him, a smile on his face because he couldn't not smile when he saw his Louis.

"I was thinking we should do a date night... would you wanna go to dinner? I made reservations." Louis said, twirling the string of his hoodie around his finger.

"Yeah of course Lou, I'd love that," Harry replied, his tone going a little more serious though, "are you up for it though? I don't want you to be in an uncomfortable situation darling."

Louis nodded quickly, "Yeah, I'm positive. I wouldn't be asking if I thought it would be too difficult."

Harry nodded, opening up his arms for a hug, which Louis immediately gave him. "I'm so proud of you." He whispered with his lips pressed against Louis' soft hair.

And Louis? He couldn't help but smile.

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"What are you gonna get love?" Harry asked as they sat across from each other at the table. They had a spot in the back corner, far away from anyone who might catch a glimpse of them, and honestly they weren't too worried because they'd gotten so used to this and knew how to hide themselves.

"Ummm I'm not sure. I'm thinking maybe the grilled chicken with veggies," Louis said as he looked through the menu. "What about you?"

"I'm thinking the linguine primavera," Harry said, chuckling a little because that's what he always ordered and they both knew it.

"What? I'm shocked. That doesn't seem like you at all!" Louis teased.

"I know, I know. What can I say? I'm a man of many tastes." Harry said with a shrug and a smirk.

Louis couldn't help it, that cute face was too much. He leaned across the table and kissed his lips quickly, giggling.

"Gosh, I love you." Harry said as Louis pulled back. The night was off to a great start, and the pair couldn't be happier.

It wasn't until about halfway into their meal that things started to change.

Louis had been doing really well with his vegetables, but when he took his first bite of chicken, he felt a little queasy.

Meat had much more fat and protein than veggies, and Louis knew that fact well. He hadn't had an episode in about a week, but right now he was having the hardest time. He could feel fat piling onto him with each bite and he hated it.

Completely lost in his own thoughts, he didn't even hear Harry trying to speak to him. He was just so overwhelmed.

He was brought out of his trance though, when he felt Harry's warm hand on his wrist. "Louis, hey, are you alright?"

Louis blinked a few times and looked up at him, "yeah... yeah I'm fine. Sorry." He mumbled, quickly looking back down at his plate and forcing another bite into his mouth, trying to avoid any suspicion.

Harry frowned, "Lou, you know you can tell me if you're not. I care about you, and I'm not judging."

"I know that Harry," Louis poked at his chicken with his fork. "And I'm telling you, I really am alright."

Harry sighed, "okay love, but please tell me if that changes."

Louis nodded, grabbing Harry's hand and kissing it. "I will."

A few bites later, and Louis really couldn't take it anymore. He was having the hardest time, but was trying his best not to show it and ruin Harry's night.

Casually, he set his fork down, and stood up. "I've gotta wee, I'll be right back," he told Harry, trying to sound nonchalant.

Harry didn't seem worried at all, and nodded. "Alright, see you in a minute love," he said as Louis walked off.

Louis didn't actually need the toilet at all in fact, but he was desperate to get that chicken out of his system before it sat in his belly too long.

When he reached the bathroom, he hurried into a stall and sunk to his knees. He was beyond grateful that no one else was in the bathroom at the moment, because he didn't want anyone to hear the awful sounds. He shoved his fingers down his throat, scratching a little to trigger his reflex, and then letting his dinner all come up. Everything he'd eaten landed in the toilet bowl with a splash as he choked and gagged. It wasn't a pleasant feeling at all, but at this point, he was used to it.

When he finished, he wiped up his mouth with some toilet paper, and shakily rose to his feet. Taking a few deep breaths, he flushed the toilet and exited the stall.

He nearly had a heart attack when he did, because standing right outside the stall was a tearful Harry.

"Haz?" Louis whispered, feeling scared and humiliated. "When did you get in here? I didn't hear you."

"A couple of minutes ago, while you were being sick." Harry said sadly. "You told me you were fine Lou, why did you lie?"

"I... I didn't want to upset you. Tonight was supposed to be fun and relaxing, I didn't want to ruin that." Louis told him, looking down at the floor.

"Oh honey.... you wouldn't ruin anything, just being around you is all I need." Harry said, as Louis walked into his open arms.

"Really?" Louis asked shakily, his voice all muffled into Harry's chest.

"Yes, really." Harry pet his hair gently for a moment and then pulled away, cupping Louis' cheeks and looking him in the eyes. "I love you. And we're going to get through this."

Louis nodded a little, not saying a word because he knew his voice would fail him. A couple tears slipped down his cheeks and Harry quickly wiped them away with his thumbs.

"Now come on honeybee," he kissed his forehead, "let's get you home."

Hiiiiiiii I dunno if I like this chapter but I tried! Next up is gonna be Harry losing his voice for @i-rob-maybanks

Also question! Would you guys be interested in a Harry fluff book?

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