Broken

chapter 7

Chapter 7

Harry glared at Louis, "well then, spit it out!"

"Harry," Louis said, "I don't want to fight. I just want you to get some help."

"For what?" Harry asked, increduously, "There is nothing wrong with me!"

"If there is nothing wrong with you, then explain these," Louis frowned, holding out the bottles of pills.

"I don't owe you an explanation. You went into my bathroom and took them I think you're the one who owes me an explanation!" Harry said, voice rising.

"Harry calm down, we are trying to help you," Liam said.

"NO YOU AREN'T!" Harry yelled, "IF YOU WERE TRYING TO HELP ME YOU'D LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"

"Harry please," Louis cried, "we are so worried about you. You need help and we want to help you get it."

"I DON'T NEED HELP!" Harry screamed, "AS I SAID BEFORE WHAT I NEED IS FOR YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Please Harry it's so obvious you need help," Niall said, "You aren't eating and you've lost so much weight. Lou thinks you might have.."

"Anorexia," Zayn finished.

Harry's eyes widened, "w-what d-did you say?"

"Lou thinks you might have anorexia," Louis said.

"T-that's ridiculous," Harry stuttered.

"Is it really Harry?" Liam asked, "I mean we've looked up the symptoms and you have almost every one of them."

"You guys are blowing this whole thing way out of proportion," Harry said, "get it through your head; I AM FINE!"

"Harry-" Louis started.

"NO! I'm fine and I do't need your "help". Now I'm going to shower," Harry growled.

He walked up the stairs, slamming the door when he reached his room. The boys all stared at each other, unsure of what to do.

"That did not go well," Niall said, breaking the silence.

"No, really?" Louis muttered, "I thought it went great!"

"Louis," Liam sighed, "right now is not the time to fight with each other. What we need to do is call Simon and see if we can meet him sometime soon. Now who wants to call?"

"You do," Zayn smiled.

"Fine," Liam mumbled.

***Phone Conversation***

"Simon Cowell speaking."

"Hello Simon," Liam smiled.

"Liam!" Simon said, "How may I help you?"

"We, erm, have a problem with Harry."

"I see," Simon said, "what kind of problem?"

"Well, we have looked up the symptoms," Liam said, "and we believe that Harry might have anorexia."

"And what makes you believe that?" Simon asked, obviously suprised.

"Well, he has lost A LOT of weight to the point where he appears sick, we found diet pills and laxatives in his bathroom, and whenever we ask him to eat he get insanely angry and blows up in our faces."

"I see," Simon sighed, "it certainly seems like something is wrong. I'll call Harry and see if he'll come to lunch with me tomorrow."

"That's a great idea Simon, but I suggest you don't mention the word lunch."

"Right, will do Liam, oh and thank you for calling me. I'm glad that I've been informed about this issue."

"Thank you Simon, good bye."

"Bye Liam."

***End Of Phone Conversation***

"Well," Zayn said, "what did he say?"

"He's going to call Harry and invite him for lunch tomorrow."

"But, he's not going to go if he mentions lunch," Niall frowned.

"I know," Liam said, "that's why I told him not to."

"Well, now that we have a plan I need to get going," Zayn said.

"Me too," Niall agreed.

"I guess I should go too," Liam muttered, blushing as his hand touched Niall's.

"Alright, I'll call you tomorrow when Harry gets back," Louis said.

The boys nodded and said their goodbyes. Louis groaned as he laid down on the couch and turned the tv on.

***Upstairs In Harry's Room***

"Hello?"

"Hello Harry," Simon said.

"Hi Simon, what's up?"

"I'm going to be in your neighbor hood tomorrow and I was thinking maybe you and I could catch up."

"With the other boys?" Harry asked, confused.

"No, I've talked with the other boys quite a lot lately and I feel like you and I have some catching up to do."

"Wait," Harry muttered, "this isn't some sort of intervention is it?"

"Of course it isn't," Simon chuckled, "I just thought you would like to see me. Am I wrong?"

"Not at all. I'll see you tomorrow, Simon," Harry said.

"Great. I'll drop by and pick you up at noon," Simon said.

"Okay, see you then. Good bye Simon."

"Bye Harry. See you tomorrow."

***End Of Phone Conversation***

Harry groaned, knowing that tomorrow had to be some sort of trick. He walked into his bathroom and opened the drawer, pulling out his blade. Tonight was going to be a long night.