Broken

chapter 16

Harry's POV

I followed the boys into the kitchen. My mum had chicken, rice, and vegetables on the counter for everyone to serve themselves. I looked at Louis, who was right in front of me, and noticed he had two plates. After looking at all the other boys and my mum, who only had one plate, I just had to ask Louis what was up.

"Lou?" I asked.

"Yeah Haz?" He asked, piling vegetables on both plates.

"Why do you have two plates?"

"One of them is for you," he said, as though it was obvious.

"I'm capable of getting my own food," I sighed.

"I know," he said, "but you have to have a certain amount of each food and I know you wouldn't put that much food on your plate."

I looked at 'my' plate and noticed all the food on it.

"Damn right I wouldn't," I muttered.

Louis handed me my plate and I followed him back into the living room. I sat on the couch with Louis, Zayn, and Niall. My mum and Liam were sitting in the two chairs on the sides of the couch. Everyone was eating their food and I stared at mine. Was I ready for this? Surely I couldn't be expected to eat ALL this food!? Could I?

"Dig in Harry," Liam smiled.

"Yeah," Niall agrees, "this is great, Anne."

"Thank you Niall," mum smiled, "Harry please eat something. I don't want to have to take you back to the hospital."

"Y-yes mum," I mumbled.

I picked my fork up and stabbed a piece of zucchini. Bringing the fork to my lips I paused. Vegetables were supposed to be safe foods, meaning I wasn't supposed to feel this worried about eating them. But, now, nothing was a safe food. Every food was dangerous, no matter how little calories. I took a deep breath and shoved the zucchini in my mouth. I chewed slowly and then swallowed. I continued the process until all of my vegetables were gone. I felt sick and I didn't know how I was going to finish the rest of the food. Looking around I noticed everyone else's plates were empty. How long had I taken to eat those veggies?

"Good job Haz," Louis smiled, "keep going."

"I feel sick Lou," I groaned.

"I know it must be hard Harry, but you have to eat," Zayn said.

"But I-"

"Harry you have to eat," Liam sighed, "please don't fight."

I picked my fork up, again, and stuck it into a piece of chicken. I brought the fork to my mouth and, after watching Liam rush off to answer his phone, I placed it in my mouth. It was chewy and bland. I kept going until my food was gone. I felt mixed feelings looking at my empty plate. I felt proud that I'd eaten a balanced meal, but I also felt disgusting and heavy.

"Good work Harry!" My mum beamed, taking our plates.

I smiled at the proud looks on my friends faces. I adjusted on the couch, trying to get comfortable. My stomach was aching, since it had shrunk from lack of food, and suddenly I could feel my food crawling back up my throat. I got up and bolted to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the contents of my stomach were released. I could feel a cool wash cloth on the back of my neck and I saw Louis' frowning face. He began rubbing circles on my back and I threw up the rest of my dinner. Eventually I could see blood coming up and I finally felt my stomach calm down. I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet. Turning to Louis I gave him a shaky smile.

"I-I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"Harry it isn't your fault. You ate all your dinner and that's what we asked for. It isn't your fault you threw up. If you had purged I would have been furious, but you didn't so it's okay. We'll just have to give you lighter meals that won't upset your stomach as much," Louis said.