Dirty little secret [C]

Chaoter seventeen: Mirrors

Chris frowned as he stood in front of the full length mirror. He turned to the side, placing a hand over his stomach. He shook his head, slipping on one of Kuza's shirts. He slowly made his way downstairs, looking at his feet.

"Chris, I made breakfast." Ryan chuckled. "Kuza is coming home today."

"I'm not hungry." He whispered.

"You have to eat."

"No!" He growled, turning to Ryan. "I'm... I'm getting fat." He whispered.

"Chris, you're not fat." Ryan sighed as he sat the plate of eggs and bacon on the counter. "Why do you think that?" Chris shrugged, crossing his arms over his stomach. "Is it cause of your belly?" 

"Yeah."

Ryan walked towards him, gently lifting Chris's shirt. He pulled it all the way off, tiling his head. "Chris, you have no stomach. Like it's legit flat."

"No it's not!" Chris groaned. "Look! I've eaten too much okay?! I know I have and-and..." Chris sunk to his knees, small sobs leaving his lips.

"Kuza! Get out here!" Ryan growled. He entry lifted Chris into his arms. "It was going to be a surprise." Ryan sighed, noting the look on Chris's face. "I don't know what happened. He just came downstairs and..."

"I heard. I've thought about what was wrong about him for a while now and I do know now." Kuza sighed. "Spencer had the same problem before I made him quit modeling cause of it."

"What is it?"

"He needs an actual diagnoses, I'm not a therapist, but an eating disorder." Kuza sighed. "Chris, I need you to eat okay? Can you do that?"

"I'm not hungry." Chris grumbled. He looked away from Kuza, down at the floor before wriggling out of Ryan's arms. He hurried upstairs, clocking himself in the bathroom.

"Chris! Open the door!" Kuza growled as he twisted the knob. "Goddamnit." Kuza muttered.

"Move Kuza." Ryan grunted, shoving the taller man put the way. "Chris, please open the door. I don't know what's wrong but we can talk okay? Kuza's back. Aren't you happy about that?"

Chris didn't respond. He was standing in front of the mirror sideways, pinching the small layer of fat he had. He hadn't noticed it before today. Not until he walked by Kuza's mirror shirtless. Chris let out a small sob, covering his mouth. He slowly sat down on the floor, his back against the wall. He ignored Kuza's and Ryan's pleas for him to open the door.

It was a few hours before Kuza and Ryan decided to to search for a key to the door. Ryan stayed by to guard it in case Chris decided to open the door willingly. Kuza was gone for ten minutes, grumbling to himself about making copies as he unlocked the door. They stood frozen at the sight of Chris sleeping. His stomach red from pinching.

"Fuck." Kuza whispered. "Ryan, call Ricky. Ask him about this okay?"

"Okay." Ryan barely spoke above a whisper as he left the room to do as told.

Kuza gently picked Chris up, carrying him back to their room. He laid the man on his back, gently covering him with a blanket. "Silly man." Kuza sighed, gently kissing his temple. "Silly silly man."

"Kuza?" Ryan squeaked. He was in he doorway, his eyes wide. "We can't leave him alone."

Kinda short I'm sorry.