Fight for Love (Nouis Horlinson)(boyxboy)

Chapter 5

I was so nervous but I had to, I needed to tell someone or I might burst, and who to tell but the person that just told me they loved me.

"Um I have a very serious problem that nobody knows about..." I trailed off at the end.

"And well what is it?" he asked, curious and somewhat worried.

Instead of telling him I pulled my shorts down enough so he could see some of the scars. You could also see my hips sticking out a little bit, but not enough for my liking.

He gasps and lets out a whimper of what seems like pain, I'm not sure why though because it is hurting me not him. He slowly walks closer to me and starts to trace my scars.

"Niall why?" Louis asked tears in his eyes.

"Nobody loves me, fans hate me and think I need out of the band, management is making me lose weight, which I'm not all that mad about, and my family well its sensitive subject. I've been doing this for years and I've been able to hide it, I just wanted you to know before I answered you about being your boyfriend so that if you changed your mind about me you could." I said getting quieter with each sentence.

"Niall, I could never love you less than I do and I still want to be with you but something you said caught my attention, what do you mean your family is a sensitive subject?"

Just then my phone rang, and the caller I.D. said it was my mom. I got a panicked look on my face before answering and putting it on speaker so maybe I wouldn't have to explain everything to Lou.

"H-hello," I answer the phone.

"Son, how's the weight problem coming?" she says without even a hello.

"I exercised really hard for four hours then I was hungry and took a pill like I'm supposed to." I said while Louis looks at the phone in angered shock. I shook my head at him to be quiet.

"Well go exercise more boy, we need more money and you don't want to know what I have planned for you if you are kicked out of the band and ant back here, though I'm secretly hoping you are because I'm bored and want to play," my father joins in on the conversation. I'm trembling now, the last time I was home he forced me into things and I couldn't walk for a few weeks. "And this time your mother said she wants to join in to, so if I were you I'd lose weight and fast or better yet just come home now cause we know you won't lose the weight you're too fat."

And with that they hung up and I threw my phone, in fact I even forgot Louis was there still. I sprung off the floor and ran to the work out room. I got on a tread mill and started to run at the fastest speed I could manage.

What I didn't know however is that Louis had followed me and was calling my name repeatedly but I was to caught up in my worst memory to hear him.

*Flashback*

I was waiting on the front porch for someone to answer the door. and when they did it was my father and he had a large smirk on his face, which made me become terrified instantly.

He yanked me in the door and pulled me up the stairs to my room while my mom yell at us to not have to much fun. what was she talking about.

My dad the threw me on my bed and started to undress me. Me being stupid tried to put up a fight. he slapped me and once I was fully naked he cuffed my hands and legs to the bed.

He started to touch me and when I didn't get excited for him he got mad and hit me again, by this point I was screaming for help but I knew it was all in vain.

My father then proceeded to undress himself and the without warning was inside me.

He kept asking if I liked that and I kept shaking my head no, do I kept getting another punch. It went on like that for an hour or two and then he was done.

Leaving me still chained up and with him saying that I deserved that for being his emo fag of a son.

I couldn't walk for two weeks after that and we only had a week off for Christmas. Everyone kept asking if I was alright and I always said I was fine but I was actually worse that ever.

*End flashback*

As I was lost in thought Louis had gradually slowed the tread mill to a stop and wrapped me in a hug.

"C'mon let go get you something to eat and drink and I don't care what anyone says my boyfriend is going to eat because I can see his ribs." Louis said dragging me to the kitchen where everyone else was making dinner, which was pizza.

"Louis I can't eat that it's too fattening," I tell him trying to get free from his grasp.

"Oh no you don't, you are eating at least two pieces and nobody is leaving the table until you do." he responded to my struggling. I slummed in his arms in defeat and everyone was now watching us with his statement.

"What about the rest of us," Harry asked, looking upset for some reason.

"Yes you guys too, why?"

"Because it's his fault he doesn't eat why should we make him eat,"

"It's not his fault and because I said so now get over it!"

Harry huffed but quit arguing, we sat down and Louis placed two pieces on my plate. I looked at them in disgust but started to eat anyway. After half the piece I was full and towards the end of it I was feeling physically sick.

"Louis I know you wanted me to eat more but if I do I will throw up and I don't want to do that." I tell him

" That's okay baby at least you ate one piece we will get you back to normal soon if it's the last thing I do." he said kissing my lips making me blush.

"WAIT WHAT WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN"