Broken

Chapter 1

Chapter 1


143. Ew. That couldn't be right. Sure he had lost 17 pounds, but he was still so overweight. Harry sighed and stepped off the scale. He had been dieting for a little over a month now and he hadn't made any progress. Well, he was sort of dieting. Basically he only ate when he was forced to and if he didn't know the calorie content it was off limits. Sighing again, Harry reluctantly stripped to his boxers. He frowned at what he saw. Rolls of fat enveloped his once tight abs. His thighs were squished together in an uncomfortable fashion. His arms were squished up against the rolls on his stomach. Overall Harry just wished he could cut the fat off.


"Oi, Styles, hurry your fat arse up!" Niall joked, playfully.


Harry didn't take it as a joke though. He took it as confirmation that what he was doing was right.


"Coming," Harry called back.


Slipping his jeans and shirt on Harry headed out the bathroom and into the living room of his and Louis' flat.


Niall smiled when he saw him, "finally you're finished. And here I thought Zayn was the vain one."


"He is mate," Harry chuckled, "by the way, what are you doing here?"


Niall's eyes widened in shock, "you don't know what today is?"


Harry shook his head slowly and Niall looked like he was about to burst.


"Today," Niall began, "is Liam's birthday. We've had a suprise party planned at your flat for nearly two months now."


"Oh," was all Harry could manage.


How had he forgotten? Oh, that's right, for the last month and a half he had been to obssessed with losing weigh and counting calories to remember anything else. He felt a pang of guiltiness at the fact that he had forgotten one of his best friends birthdays.


"Anybody home in there?" Niall asked, gently poking Harry in the head.


Harry smiled weakly, "m'here."


"Good," Niall smiled in return, "we have three hours until the boys get here. Let's start decorating."


"Where's Louis?" Harry asked, picking up a roll of streamers.


"He and Zayn went to take Liam out to a special birthday breakfast and movie." Niall replied, while blowing up a balloon.


"Sounds a bit like a date," Harry laughed.


"Exactly what I said mate, but the boys were adament that it was normal," Niall laughed back.


Over the course of the next three hours Harry hung more streamers and blew up more balloons than he thought was humanly possible. By the time three hours were over with he was hungry and more than a little dizzy, but Harry brushed it off when Niall had seen him stumble backwards, claiming he was just a little winded from all the balloons he had been forced to blow up. Niall looked at him a little uneasily, but dropped the subject.


"Harry!" Niall shouted, excitedly, "I see them coming!"


"Ok, Ni calm down," Harry said.


Niall responded to this by beginning to jump up and down, while squealing like a little girl. Harry laughed softly and turned the lights off in the flat. A moment later the door handle was being turned and a group of people walked in.


Harry turned the light on.


"Suprise!" He and Niall shouted.


The looked towards the door and saw Liam standing in the doorway, his eyes shining. Behind him Louis and Zayn smiled and put their thumbs up in approval.


"Happy birthday Liam!" Niall exclaimed, rushing forward to hug Liam.


Liam beamed, "thanks Nialler!"


Harry, Louis, and Zayn gave each other a knowing look before going and wishing their friend a happy birthday.


"I'm suprised you aren't home with your family Liam," Harry said, "not that I'm not happy to have you."


"The thought hadn't even crossed my mind," Liam replied, "I decided to spend my actual birthday with you lads and go to see my family tomorrow."


"Okay," Niall began, "enough chit-chat. I'm hungry. Louis did you remember the food?"


Louis held up two large bags and Niall's smile grew, if it was possible, even wider. He grabbed the bags from Louis and set them on the counter, already beginning to take the food out of them. Once all the food was out the boys lined up, oldest to youngest with Liam in front, to get their food. Harry stayed back and, at first, no one questioned it since he was the youngest of the group. Louis, however, soon noticed.


"Aren't you going to eat Haz?" He asked, concerned.


Harry shook his head, " 'm still full from breakfast."


"But, you didn't eat breakfast," Niall butted in.


Harry gritted his teeth, "before you were here, Niall."


"That doesn't add up Haz," Louis said, softly, "Niall got here just before I left and I hadn't see you go into the kitchen at all. Be honest Haz, are you sick?"


"No," Harry murmmured, only then realizing what a good cover up tha would have been, "I'm just not hungry."


"Harry," Louis said, tears forming in his eyes, "it's obvious you've lost weight. Are you on some sort of diet? You don't need to be. You're perfect they way you are or were."


"I'm not on a bloody diet!" Harry shouted, anger filling his veins, "why can't you accept that sometim I'm not hungry? Not everyone on the planet has a bottomless stomach, like Niall."


Niall flushed pink and Louis nodded, "I understand that Harry, but-"


"No buts," Harry stated, "I'm going for a run."


Before Louis, or any of the other boys, could stop him he has grabbed his phone and left the flat