Malia And Kylie Oneshots

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Kylie's POV

We were on set for descendants 4 and we were finally on our lunch break, I had noticed over the months something was different about Malia, she never ate with us anymore, she always went back to her trailer, I felt horrible for her. Was she not comfortable eating around us? Was she eating? Today I decided to try and get an answer to my questions, when I saw Malia trying to sneak away I grab her arm,

"Malia where are you going?" I ask and I feel Malia's shaking hands, she looked at me and bit her lip, somehow it created a sense of understanding between us, she was struggling.

"Come with me" I lead her back over to the snack table,

"Ky- Kylie I- I can't" Malia quietly whimpers as she anxiously looks around,

"Oh baby" I look at Malia's face as tears threaten to spill out of her deep brown eyes,

"It's okay hunny, let's go back to my trailer okay?" I quickly take Malia to my trailer, there is no way I am leaving her alone again,

"When did you last eat Malia?" I sigh as we sit down on my couch together,

"breakfast" Malia blatantly lies,

"Come on." I grab her hand,

"I- I don't know" Malia bites her lip anxiously,

"Malia that isn't healthy, you shouldn't hurt yourself like this, you need food" I say,

"I- I know but I- I can't" She stutters out and I huff before going over to the mini fridge, I pull out some pasta and sit back down beside Malia, 

"Please just eat some, for me?" I open up the container and stab some on the end of the fork, I hold it out for her hand to grab,

"I can't Kylie" She sighs,

"Please, it hurts me seeing you like this" I know I shouldn't guilt trip Malia but it does work, she needs to eat and if it brings me down to it, I'll do whatever it takes, Malia grabs the fork and her hands shake,

"Let me help Maliks" I put my hands over hers and slowly guide the fork up to Malia's mouth, she stares at it with fear in her eyes as she struggles to open her mouth to let the food in,

"It's okay baby" I whisper and Malia finally opens her mouth, I put the small forkful into her mouth as she cautiously chews it, I wait until she swallows to get some more, I hear Malia whimper as she opens her mouth once again, pushing my luck I hold up another forkful,

"P-Please stop I-I can't" Malia bursts into tears,

"It's okay, you're okay baby, just breathe" I put the food aside and pulls Malia into my embrace, I rock her back and fourth before she falls asleep in my arms, I check the time and see we have 10 minutes left of lunch break. I sigh and eat the rest of the pasta, how could I let her get this bad, why did I just let her leave, what is wrong with me.

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It was the next day at lunch and Malia didn't sneak off this time, instead she sat closely to Ruby, all of today she has been keeping her distance, I was just trying to help her but I know she resents me for it. I grab some food and take the seat next to Malia's, I can tell she is cringing as she is the only one at the table without food in front of her, I can feel her right leg rapidly tap up and down as she sat with her eyes glued onto her phone,

"Enough screen time, get some food Malia" Ruby grabs Malia's phone off her, 

"Oh um yeah" Malia pushes a smile on her face and gets out of her seat, I watch her closely as she walks up to the lunch table, she goes to take another step but freezes. I quickly, but subtly, get out of my seat and grab her hand, it's slickly covered in sweat and her body is tense,

"Malia" I squeeze her hand and she looks to me the exact same way as she did yesterday, like she could shatter at any moment,

"Come on baby" I  pull her out of the lunch room and to my trailer, once again I go into my mini fridge but this time I pull out a sandwich,

"I am just trying to help you" I unwrap the sandwich and she just shakes her head at me,

"Malia, I don't want to do this to you" I sigh as I sit in front of her,

"I-I'm sorry" She trembles, her voice audibly broken, 

"if you don't let me help, I'll have to tell your mom and then she will have to fly over, interrupting her life to come take care of you, not to mention Ivory" I say using the guilt trip trap again,

"No! N-No I-I'll eat!" She grabs the sandwich out my hand and eats it, she widens her eyes as she realises what she did before sprinting to the bathroom,

"Malia!" I try to open the door but she locks it, I hear her gag, vomit following it.

"Please don't do that, Malia please!" I beg but she continues, 

"Malia baby, I don't know how to fix you" I cry to the door and then I hear the lock click, I quickly open the door and pull Malia into my arms,

"I'm s-so so sorry Kylie!" She sobs,

"I- I think you need professional help" I stroke her head as she clings tightly to me,

"n-no" She says in a faint whisper,

"Kylie y-you can't tell anyone" She shakes,

"I have no choice Malia, if I don't you will get more sick" I wrap my arms around her,

"I'l t-try harder, I-I promise!" She begs,

"please Kylie" She cries into my arms,

"I'm sorry baby" I cry.