Louis: “I don’t even see why you’d do this though.” He shakes his head looking down at his feet, “You’re so flawless.” He gently pulls you into a protective hug, “We’re going to go eat right now, and I’m sure as hell going to help you with this. It’s completely unnecessary for you to even think about losing weight, doll. You’re perfect as you are.” You bite your lip quietly sobbing against his chest as he rubbed your back. Tears of his own were threatening to fall out as he continued, “Please don’t do this.”
Harry: “Why though?” He asks his voice soft and full of concern. You merely shrugged your shoulders staring down at the laces of your shoes. “Did I do something?” He continues placing gently hands on your shoulders. “No, never.” You countered tears running down your cheeks, “I-I just…The fans, and paparazzi-“ You trailed off as he shook his head interrupting you, “They don’t matter. I love you as you are, because you’re beautiful. Don’t you dare do this to yourself, Y/N. This is dangerous and I couldn’t live with myself if something were to happen.” He said wiping away the tears with his thumb. “Promise?” You nodded your head knowing it would be hard, but with his help you’d get through this.
Niall: “I should’ve known.” His voice is empty as you shake your head at the statement. “No, Niall. Don’t blame yourself.” You chocked tears in your eyes. “Why shouldn’t I!?” He questions mainly to himself, “We go out and eat all the time and I haven’t noticed you haven’t ate a bite?” He asks his voice becoming softer and sad as he continued. “You’re so perfect, baby…” He wrapped his arms around you tightly, “You’re my princess and don’t need to change for anything.”
Liam: “I’m so sorry.” He says rubbing his face with his hands, “I should’ve paid more attention, or reminded you how beautiful you are more often.” “No, Liam. No. This isn’t your fault.” You said your voice cracking from his guilt. “It is. I should’ve been there for you and noticed this.” He countered placing his hands on your cheeks, “You don’t need to do this. You’re so beautiful, so perfect.” He adds kissing you gently, “I’m going to help you get through this, I swear.”
Zayn: His eyes stare at you after you admitted it. He looks over your person, before his eyes come back to your face that’s gazing down at the ground. Without a word he takes your hand leading you into the bathroom and faces you towards the mirror. “Zayn.” You mustered before coming to a halt as he unbuttoned your shirt and pulled it off revealing your skinny, now skinnier, stomach. “I never see any flaws when I look at you, you know?” He says softly placing his hands over your thin stomach, “Now I see you’re getting a sickly pale, and I don’t want you like that… It means your hurt and I can’t have that, Y/N. I’m supposed to protect you…” He continues his voice concerned and hands trembling, “Let me help you… Let me keep you safe.”
