Michael hasn't been doing well lately. His parents were involved in a bad car crash and it sadly took their lives. He has been eating his feelings, every time he felt like crying he would pull out a Snickers or something and eat it without any second thoughts, but all this food had to go somewhere. Michael's belly has become rounder, his love handles spilled over his jeans, and his thighs were a lot thicker.
"So you guys can relax for the next week and we'll do rehearsals the last week, sound good?" Lou smiled and all 4 band members nodded. They were recording a little at the studio in Morocco and they decided it was time to go to the hotel, as they were walking to the car, Michael noticed his reflection in the glass and frowned. At the hotel, Michael just laid in the bed and went through Twitter while eating some chips from a bag because his tummy was growling earlier. "I'll be back soon babe." Calum smiled as he pecked Michael's lips before leaving the hotel room. Michael set his phone down and went into the bathroom, he stopped when he saw his new body. He grimaced as he picked up a bit of the flesh and let it fall back down, this made emotions surge through his veins. Anger. Sadness. Insecure. Out of habit, he went into the kitchenette and grabbed a king size Hershey bar, he ate the whole thing and then realized. This crap was what was making him look like this! He angrily through the wrapper away and the bag of chips he was eating earlier out, a sob escaping his lips. He went under the covers of the bed and sobbed into the pillow, his sobs became sniffles and hiccups before he fell asleep.
Michael hasn't eaten more than an apple the past 4 days, he was determined to lose all the fat even if it was in the worst way possible. Michael's bandmates thought it would be a good idea to go out and eat, Michael knew he wouldn't eat even if his belly begged for food to be put it in. Michael sat at the table, wearing his biggest hoodie to hide his newly formed belly and love handles. Luke and Ashton were talking about something Michael didn't care enough to pay attention to and Michael's tummy growled loudly, but Lashton didn't notice. "Don't worry tummy, food will be here soon." Calum giggled and kissed Michael's cheek, making the black haired boy giggle at his boyfriend. The food came and everyone ate, except Michael. He just pushed the plain pasta he ordered around on his plate and Calum noticed. "Come with me." He whispered and took Michael's hand, taking the older boy to the bathroom and being glad they were the only ones so he locked the door. "Why?" He asked and Michael avoided eye contact with the Kiwi boy, "Wh-what?" He asked. "Why are you starving yourself?" Calum frowned and tears welled in Michael's eyes. "After my parents died, I ate my feelings and I got all fat and gross. I'm not eating so the fat goes away and I look good enough for you. I'm fucking disgusting." Michael whimpered and slid to the floor, sobbing into his hands. Calum pulled Michael off the floor and sat the pale boy on the sink, Michael's thighs squished against the counter top and he blushed in embarrassment. Calum thought it was adorable, his squishy thighs, the little rolls his belly made when he sat down, everything. Calum moved Michael's legs so he could stand in between his thighs. "Michael, you're the hottest boy I have ever seen in my life. I've never seen a better looking boy ever, everything about you is perfect." He smiled and squatted down to kiss Michael's belly, lifting his shirt and hoodie so he could kiss the soft pudgy skin. "You.Are.Beautiful." Calum smiled in between kissing Michael's belly and he stood back up, embracing the now smiling in a hug and kissing his neck.
