Anorexia
You jogged into the living room, which was empty.
"Niall?" You called.
"Bedroom!" He was sitting on the bed, looking very sad. You bounced next to him.
"What's wrong?" He sighed.
"When was the last time you ate?"
"Niall, just because you don't see me eat, doesn't mean I don't," you told him.
"That wasn't the question," he looked at you with those intense blue eyes. You gulped and looked away.
"You're always exercising and I never see you eat. Do you have anorexia?" Tears brimmed your eyes. It went without saying. "No. Oh my princess. Why?"
"Everyone says I'm fat," instead of sad, you felt angry. "Even you!" You got up, hot tears running down your cheeks.
"Princess! I said you weren't a barbie doll, but that's how I like you!" You sobbed into your hands, and you felt his arms wrap around you.
"We'll get through this. I'll help. Now," he pulled away and rubbed his hands up and down your arms. "You need to promise me you won't exercise again, and that you will eat 24/7," he smiled.
"Promise," you laughed and wiped away a tear.
"Let's start right now!" He yelled, running to the kitchen.
