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SKINNY LOVE - Lashton

dedicated to 21st-century-hilter

trigger warning: depression, self harm, eating disorder, anorexia, bulimia

explicit

Luke was never the one who got much hate.

Calum? Yes because of his looks or his leaked nudes or sometimes his attitude.

Michael? Of course because to people who weren't fans of the band thought he was just a pale lanky nerd.

Ashton? Yes because some people thought he sucked at drumming and he was a sass queen people sometimes found hard to deal with.

All the members were used to it and totally didn't care at all.

They got over the hate years ago and it didn't really bother them anymore.

Where else Luke never got hate. He was the youngest one, the small blonde boy with the great voice that everyone loved and wanted to protect.

So he was not prepared when suddenly some 'fans' started calling him names.

Luke tried to ignore it. He tried to block out the hate comments he got on social media. Most of the time it worked but one topic always burned itself into his brain. And that was the topic of his weight.

Luke used to be a little chubby back in middle school and had been bullied for that. Looking back he would say it was the worst time of his life.

So reading people calling him fat again was like a punch in the face.

It brought back all the memories from the time he was too weak to stand up to the bullies.

From the time he had bruises all over his soul and scars carved into his heart from all the things they had called him.

And with every word he read on Twitter these scars on his heart seemed to rip open again. Slowly, one after one.

That's why he was laying awake in his hotel room at 3am, looking at the dark ceiling.

He couldn't​ sleep, every time he tried to, the painful words came floating into his mind eventually and Luke was finding himself getting out if bed and doing sit ups on the floor.

He was angry at the school bullies from back then who broke him to the mess he was now.

But he was mostly angry at himself for letting them break him and for still caring so much about their words.

Just like every night, he slowly got up, deciding it would be a waste of time to try and find sleep.

He turned on the lamp on his bedside table and slowly walked over to the full length mirror in the corner of the hotel room.

He looked at his reflection, absolutely hating what he saw.

He saw his chubby fourteen year old self again and had to look away to not break down in the middle of his hotel room with the other boys just a few doors away.

He felt ugly and just uncomfortable in his fat body. And Luke could only think of one way to change that.

He needed to lose weight, and that fast.

Luke turned away from the mirror, not wanting to look at himself any longer and slowly tip toed over to his door and into the small kitchen and living room in their hotel suite between the four bedrooms.

He walked over to the sink and poured himself a glass of water before he headed to the couch, curling up in a ball.

He sat like that for a few minutes, watching the nightlife of whatever big city they currently were in through the huge window in the living room wall. Honestly he had no idea where they were. After some time you lose track of that and you somehow stop caring.