𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

anorexic - chris

requested?: yes!

possible TWS!!!: throw up, forcing yourself to throw up !

summary!: hi! ive got a request if thats okay and im not sure if youve done this already because im still getting thru all your imagines, but could you write a chris imagine for if the reader has anorexia and he helps and comforts her. i completely understand if youre not comfortable with it, i know its a difficult topic! i love your imagines sm so i thought id request 😀

notes!: thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy it <3!

extra notes!: hii, so i think after i get these next few requests out i won't be taking any for a little bit. i'm not doing well mentally and i'm kinda in a 'write when i want' type of mood. and i don't want to have you guys waiting forever for me to make your requests :))... so after these next few come out i won't be taking any until i'm back in a better headspace , sorry for any inconveniences and i love u thank u for everything <3.

(i put these on both a matt and chris imagine bc sometimes people read for only one triplet)

y/n's pov
something i've struggled with forever is anorexia. i have always hated my body, i wanted to be skinny forever, like all of the girls i see on social media, i couldn't let myself gain any weight. i let everyone think that i eat, but the second i did, i'd be in the bathroom forcing myself to throw up, and no one's caught on yet, thank god. little did i know that would all change today.

i was at my boyfriend chris' house with him nick and matt, and we all had ordered mcdonald's. i just ordered something small so that when i do make myself throw up, it wouldn't be a waste of their money. we sat at the table and ate, and i waited about 10 minutes after i was done eating, before i excused myself to the bathroom, and i went downstairs and into chris' bathroom.

i kneeled down on the floor, sticking my fingers down my throat to make me throw up. i threw up and a couple minutes later, the door opened. "y/n are you- y/n," chris gasped. i looked over at him. "i came in here because i thought you were sick, only to find you with your fingers down your throat," he stared at me. "i'm sorry," i whispered. "it's okay baby, i'm not mad. i'm just worried, rinse your mouth and stuff and then come in my room so we can talk," he said, leaving the room.

i got up, rinsing my mouth and brushing my teeth, and took a deep breath, before walking into chris' room, i wasn't really ready for this conversation. i walked in and looked at him, and he was sitting on his bed, waiting for me. "come here," he patted the spot next to him. i went and sat next to him, looking at the ground, and he reached down and grabbed my hand. "talk to me y/n, what's going on?" he asked softly.

"i just.. i don't want to gain weight, i want to lose even more weight. have you seen the girls on social media, chris? i wanna look like them. anything it would take for me to not
gain weight, i would do," i said and he squeezed my hand. "y/n, you're perfect. listen to me, none of those people on social media actually look like that. all of their pictures are edited and photoshopped. this isn't healthy baby, you may think it'll help, but it's actually hurting you, and i can't sit here and let you do that," he said.

"so what we're gonna do, is you and me are gonna take
it slow. we'll start off small, we're gonna work on it, because i don't want you hurting yourself anymore, okay?" he asked and i just nodded. "i'm sorry chris," i said, letting
some tears fall. "no no, come here baby, you have nothing to be sorry for," he pulled me onto his lap, holding me tightly, and i hid my face in his shoulder. "i love you," he told me. "i love you," i said into his shoulder. "you're gonna get through this baby, im right here to help you," he said,
holding me tighter.