Fragile. z.m

15.

Zayn's P.O.V

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~ 3 weeks later ~

"5'9". 125lbs, 5'9"." The nurse said as the doctor wrote on my patient clipboard.

I had gained 33 pounds during my treatment. I could feel the new fat on me. I would lie and say the thoughts went away, but only I knew they were still in my head.

I ate the right amount of calories but didn't want too. This hospital is really bad releasing me at a BMI of 18.5 I was still considered underweight, now I was just outpatient.

This meant montly hospital visits, blood tests, and therapy every two weeks.

Liam had me covered, but I was fat, I need to be skinny again. I had photos of when I was 92 and now 125 still very low for a guy.

I looked on the back on the photographs of what I had wrote, I wrote realistic things so they wouldn't throw me back in prison again.

The writings said :

92 pounds : Indented/Gaunt Cheekbones, Pale complexion, Stick like arms, Collarbones, Prominant chestbones, Hipbones, Ribones, Concaved stomach, Thigh gap like a female, Twiggy legs, and brusied shins due to lack of nutrition.

125 pounds: Firm cheeks but now squishy, Tannish - Pale complexion, Arms forming muscles, Collarbones, Bloated stomach (Normal after eating.), Hipbones, Thighs almost touching and turning more musclar, clean soft shins.

Looking healthy sucks.

Everyone cares about you when you're sick, but when you're fat nobody cares.

I was going to lose weight, just not below a BMI of 14 this time, this time I would have to be extra sneaky, Liam would be on my ass.

I've proved to him that I have good healthy eating habits, but my mind wants thin.

I'm supposed to get discharged, I'm cleaning up my things waiting for Liam to come get me.

He had limited visiting so I'm glad he is coming to get me and I can see him again.

As I was finishing packing Liam walked in.

"Hey baby, you almost ready, I'll carry your stuff to the car?" He smiled.

"Yes Liam just one more bag." Finally leaving this hell of a place.

I grabbed a backpack and suitcase while Liam grabbed my other bags, we took them to the car. We drove to Starbucks since it was still early.

I ordered a Venti Coffee Light Frappe, Liam didn't hear me order. Thank god! He would have had a fit and suggested I had whole milk and whip cream. He ordered a Grandè smores frappe and a bagel.

We walked out.

"Zayn I'm so proud of you." He said.

"Thanks Liam, I'm just glad to be out of that prison."

"I bet." He said. "So I found some old photos of you in the apartment."

"Aw why?" I laughed. "I was a fright."

"Aw Zaynie, No you were so adorable."