Broken

chapter 10

Chapter 10

It was three days later and Louis was furiously cleaning the flat. Harry was at the gym and Anne would be there any minute. He sighed, this was their last resort. If Anne couldn't help Harry who could? What if know one could help him? What if it was to late? No, he couldn't think that way. He had to stay positive. Anne was going to help and Harry was going to be okay. He finished vacuuming and was jerked out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. He put the vacuum up and went to answer the door. Anne stood outside the flat with a worried expression on her face.

"Hello Anne," Louis attempted a smile.

"Hello Louis," Anne's smile was weak, "do you mind telling me a little more about what's going on with Harry?"

"Of course. Come on in," Louis said.

Anne followed Louis over to the couch and sat down. Louis went into the kitchen and got two glasses of ice water and some crisps. He walked to the couch and set the food on the table.

"Thank you Louis," she said, taking a crisp, "now what's going on with Harry? Liam was very vague."

"What exactly did Liam tell you?" Louis asked, his mouth full of crisps.

Anne gave him a look that read, 'didn't your mother teach you not to chew with your mouth full?'

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"It's fine," she laughed, "all Liam told me was that Harry was losing a lot of weight and refusing to eat."

"Well," Louis said, "for the last, I'm not sure, 4-5 months Harry has only been eating a few times a week. He's lost a lot of weight, although I don't know the exact number. Lou suggested that he may have anorexia. At first I didn't believe it, I thought it was a girl disease, but now I do believe it. He has almost all the symptoms. And a few days ago we made tacos, in hopes that he would eat something. He came home clutching his chest with a look of fear on his face. His shirt was sticking to him and you could see every bone. He was sweating, but also shaking. I thought he was dying. We tried to get him to go to the hospital, but I told him if he would eat a couple tacos he didn't have to go. He agreed, but when Liam put the tacos in front of him he totally freaked. He started to cry, mumbled 'too many calories', and left the room. Simon thinks that, when he eats something he feels he shouldn't, that he throws up. He also thinks that he's been cutting because he never gets changed in front of us anymore and he spends 30-45 minutes in the bathroom sometimes. Anyway that's pretty much it."

Tears were streaming down Anne's face by now and she put her head in her hands.

"My poor baby," she cried, "are you sure about this, Louis?"

"Yes ma'am," I sighed, "but if you really want proof just wait until he gets back from the gym."

"How long has he been at the gym?"

"About four hours," I said, "he should be back any minute."

"Four hours!?" She exclaimed.

"Yeah. I've tried to stop him or at least make him go for less time, but he's completely adamant about going for four hours."

"Oh my goodness," she sniffed, "do you mind if I make dinner tonight?"

"Not at all," Louis said, "but don't be too hurt if he doesn't eat it."

"Well, I'll make some soup. Maybe if it's light enough he won't feel as nervous as he did with the tacos, seeing as they are quite heavy."

"That's actually a really good idea, Anne," Louis smiled, "I don't know why I didn't think of that."