Broken

Chapter 17

Louis' POV

I opened my eyes and stared at the clock.

6:52 a.m.

Why am I up this early? Oh, that's right, it's because of the fact that I went to bed some time before nine last night. Oh well, I may as well do something productive. I climbed off my bed, Anne had to go home last night, and stretched. I walked into the living room, where the boys had all crashed last night, and laughed. Zayn was sleeping normally on the couch, but Niall and Liam were practically on top of one another. I laughed again, they were so in love! I walked to Harry's room, thinking I could slip in bed with him, and pushed the door open quietly.

"Harry mind if I-" I stopped abruptly, noticing his bed was empty.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" I screamed.

I could hear footsteps and within a few seconds Niall, Liam, and Zayn were standing in the doorframe.

"What's wrong Lou?" Zayn asked, eyes worried.

"Harry's missing!" I gasped, beginning to hyperventilate.

"What do you mean he's missing?" Liam asked.

"I mean, he's not in his room," I said.

"Where could he have gone?" Niall asked, he then suggested, "maybe he went out to get food."

"Yeah Niall," I snapped, "I'm sure that's exactly where I would go if I was anorexic!"

"Oops," he mumbled, "I forgot. Sorry."

"It's fine," I sighed, "but where would you go if you were anorexic?"

"Is he in the bathroom?" Zayn asked.

"HARRY! ARE YOU IN THE BATHROOM?" I shouted.

No response.

"That's a no," Liam muttered.

"Where else could he be?" I frowned.

Liam's eyes widened, "do you think he went to the gym?"

"What!? No way! He told me last night that he wanted to recover," I said.

"Well," Zayn sighed, "he might have wanted to recover yesterday, but that doesn't mean that he wants to today. At least the anorexia doesn't want him to."

"That was really smart," I told him, "I wish that wasn't true, though."

"So," Niall frowned, "what do we do now?"

"We have two options," Liam said, "we can either stay here and make some breakfast or head over to the gym and confirm that Harry is there."

"I vote for breakfast!" Niall announced.

"There's a shocker," I muttered, "I think you guys should stay here and make breakfast while I go and check the gym for Harry."

"That sounds like a plan," Zayn said.

I nodded and walked back into my room. I changed into a fresh pair of boxers and put clothes on, obviously. I grabbed my keys and phone and headed out the door to my car. The drive to the gym was nerve wracking. I was so worried about Harry. Just yesterday he was in the hospital and now he's back at the gym. Why did the workers at the gym even let him in if they knew he was sent to the hospital via ambulance yesterday. Idiots, I thought. I pulled into the parking lot and checked the clock. 7:30. How long had I talked to the boys? It was only like a ten minute drive from our flat so I must have talked to them for awhile. Walking into the gym I couldn't see Harry. Hmm, maybe he's not here.




"Hi Louis," one of the greeters, Mia, smiled, "Harry's over there on the treadmill."

She pointed to the row of treadmills and I frowned, seeing Harry running so fast. I guess he is here.

"Harry," I frowned, "why are you here so early?"

Harry's eyes widened, but he continued to run as he spoke.

"Couldn't sleep," he panted.

"How long have you been here?"

"Since 3:30," he said.

"Harry you've been here for four hours," I gasped, "come on. It's time to come home. We have an interview later."

"But I'm being punished," Harry mumbled.

"What do you mean you're being punished?" I asked, really confused.

"Ana is punishing me for eating dinner last night," he continued, tears welling up in his eyes although it could have been from the running.

I reached over and turned of the stupid treadmill and watched Harry slow down to a stop.

"Harry," I said, "you didn't even keep your dinner down. I know it was an accident you threw up, but it still happened."

"I know, but I'm being punished for eating dinner not keeping it down," Harry looked so helpless.

"You poor thing," I frowned, "Ana really is cruel."

"Can, can you help me to the car? I feel really weak," he asked.

"Of course curly! How about we go through the Starbucks drive through and get some coffee and breakfast?" I asked, placing an arm around him and helping him to the car.

"I don't want a donut or muffin," Harry frowned, allowing me to hold up his frail body.

"They have stuff other than donuts and muffins," I laughed, "they have breakfast sandwhiches."

"Okay," he said, "I'll try, but I make no promise that I can finish it."

"Just do your best Haz," I smiled, "besides Anne picked up some ensure before she left yesterday. If you don't finish your breakfast you can, well actually you have to, have a can of that."

"But there's like three hundred calories in those," he protested.

"I know, but you need to gain weight," I sighed, "now, buckle up and we'll hit the road."




Liam's POV

"I just got a text from Louis," I told Zayn and Niall.

"What did he say?" Niall asked, gosh he's adorable. Wait! I never thought that, nope I did not!

"Liam?"

"Huh, what?" I asked, coming back to reality.

"What did Louis say?" Zayn asked.

"Oh. He said that he and Harry just went through the drive through at Starbucks and now they're sitting in the car, outside of Starbucks, eating. They'll be back soon though," I said.

"Harry's eating?" Zayn asked, eyes wide.

"Well, Harry is drinking a black coffee and Lou is trying to get him to eat his food," I explained.

"I didn't know Harry liked black coffee," Niall pouted.

"That's what I told Louis," I said, "he told me that it's the only thing Harry would drink because it had like five calories."

"That's stupid," Niall shook his head, "if you like the taste it's worth any amount of calories."

"Not to Harry," Zayn muttered.

"Not to the anorexia," I corrected him.

"Yeah," Zayn agreed, "I think I'm going to go and make some breakfast. Well, I'm going to make a bowl of cereal. It's too early for anything else."

"It's never too early for food," Niall scoffed.

"Your opinion not mine," Zayn laughed, walking into the kitchen and leaving Niall and I alone .