One Direction Imagines and Preferences

#5 He Finds Out You Have an Eating Disorder(tumblr by:presllie)

Harry: You smiled as another camera flashed in front of your eyes. You felt yourself feeling a bit dizzy but shrugged it off until another wave came over you. Harry tightened his grip around your waist upon feeling you shift. "You okay?" he turned slightly to look at your face. "Fine," you grinned for the cameras again. But as each camera flashed, your vision seemed to darken. You felt yourself breaking Harry's grip around your waist and falling to the red carpet, hearing Harry scream your name. When you woke up, you found yourself in a hospital bed surrounded by balloons and stuffed animals. All five boys were sitting in chairs by your beside as Niall poked his head up, "She's awake," he nudged Harry, who suddenly jerked up. "We'll give you guys some space," Zayn said quietly as he motioned for the other boys to follow him out of the room. As all the boys left, Harry grabbed your hand and kissed it. "What happened?" you asked, still a bit vague on the idea of why you were at the hospital. "You passed out," Harry said, his deep voice piercing the silence, "The doctors were unsure what it was caused by. But then they realized you hadn't been eating.." his voice trailed. You hung your head as you fumbled with your IV, but you could feel Harry's piercing green eyes, "You have been diagnosed with anorexia nervosa," Harry told you. You let a sob escape your mouth as you shook your head. "Shh...shh..." Harry said, stroking your hair, "It's gonna be alright." "Please don't leave me," you sobbed as Harry widened his eyes, "Leave you? Baby, I am not going anywhere. I'm here. Always."

Louis: "Oh looky here!" Louis exclaimed as you were cleaning our your bedroom in your flat and he was helping you, "A diary!" he exclaimed. "There's nothing interesting in it, Lou," you sighed, picking up some trash, "Throw it out." "March 18th. I met this boy named Louis. He seemed very nice," Louis read out loud, "Nice? That's the adjective I get to describe these sexy and hot looks?" "Put it away, Lou," you rolled your eyes and picked up more trash. "Hmm..." Louis flipped some more pages, "Oh, more recent diary entires!" he exclaimed and your eyes widened remembering what you had written. "Lou-" you started but he interrupted, "Day 19. Too fat for this. I weigh 115 pounds. I need to get down to 105. I look like a whale. Going to purge at least 3 times today," he read, his voice getting quieter within each word. He looked up at you, with his eyes filled with tears, "Tell me this isn't true," he pleaded but you just shook your head. He closed the diary and thew it into the trash, "This isn't okay. And we're gonna make it right."

Niall: You were at a fancy restaurant with the boys as you were celebrating yet another big award they had won. However, you had eaten quite a bit at the show, too much, and you were feeling anxious and nervous. Niall was sitting next to you, as he noticed your fidgeting and sweating, "Ya alright, darlin?" You nodded and gave him a small smile, "I have to go to the loo," you said as you politely excused yourself from the table. You rushed into the private bathroom and began to throw up the contents of your dinner. "Y/N?" you heard Niall's voice on the other end of the door, "Baby, are you sick?" You threw up again in the toilet as you heard the door open behind you. You stuck your fingers down your throat once again, gagging yourself and throwing up. "Stop!" Niall exclaimed and grabbed your hand as you were about to make yourself throw up again. You slumped against the toilet seat, exhausted and emotional as you cried. Niall sat next to you and held you close to him, "How long has this been going on?" he asked you quietly. "Too long," you sobbed into his chest as he bit his lip, "It's okay. We're gonna get through this together, yeah?"

Zayn: "Babe?" you heard Zayn call from the kitchen. "Yeah?" you asked as you were scrolling on your phone, "Want some pasta? I'm making some for myself," he called back. You hesitated, your stomach growling at the mere thought of food. However, you remembered the numbers on the scale. Numbers don't lie. "Nah," you called back, a bit quieter, "I'm good." You heard Zayn's footsteps walk into the room, "Y/N, when was the last time you've eaten?" he said. You looked up from your phone at him staring intently at you, "Um, a couple of hours ago," you lied. "Bullshit," Zayn shook his head, "I've been keeping track of you. You haven't eaten since yesterday morning," he told you. You put her head down and shook it. "Y/N," Zayn's voice said, a bit quieter, "Are you...starving yourself?" You clenched your fists and shook your head, "Why is it any of your God damn business?" "Because," Zayn said, his voice getting a bit louder, "You are my girlfriend. I'm supposed to care for you." "You call keeping track of when I eat caring?" you spat and glared at him. "Y/N," Zayn said quietly, "I love you, okay?" "Yeah, I wish I could say the same about myself," you sat, your eyes darting to the floor in shame. Zayn shook his head and sat on the bed next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist, "I'm going to fix you."

Liam: Liam was on tour when he noticed a rather disgusting looking picture of you. It wasn't your face or anything, it was a recent photo of you and a friend at the beach. He noticed how thin you had grown from the last couple of months he had seen you. How your ribs poked out and your cheeks were hollowed. He immediately called you up. "Hey, Li," you answered your phone as you painted your toenails in your flat, "You'd never guess what-" "Do you have an eating disorder?" Liam's voice interrupted your sentence. "What?" you nearly dropped the phone. You discarded the nail polish and sat up. "I saw this photo of you and your friend and...Y/N, are you eating?" Liam asked through the phone. You could hear the pain in his voice, but you knew that pain would just sound worse when you lied. He already knew, he just wanted to confirm. He wanted you to tell the truth. You sighed and admitted quietly, "I think so." Liam sighed, "It's okay, baby. It's okay, alright? I'm coming back home, I'm booking a flight. We're gonna get this sorted out, eh? I'm gonna help you, baby. I'm gonna help you, okay. I'm not leaving."