Niall One Shots

Starving Perfection

Trigger Warning: Extreme Eating Disorder Scenes (including vomit, force feeding, hospital scene, self hatred)

You wipe your chin from staring at the now orange tinted water, ignoring the chunks at the bottom. You flush quickly and and lean against the tub, head tilted back to look up at the ceiling. Anything to avoid looking at your stupidly big thighs.

One thousand one. One thousand two. One thousand three.

Up.

You stand up and brush your teeth quickly and wash your hands from the vomit and salvia. You check your glittering watch.

Twenty minutes to go and he'd be home

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You head downstairs and grab a slice of the pizza you just finished purging. You bite and chew. You fight the want of your stomach begging you to swallow. Skinny. You spit out the chewed up food into the garbage disposal. You finish the pizza, ignoring the shaking of rumbles in your stomach, each bite going down the disposal.

Now your breath didn't smell like you freshly brushed. He wouldn't taste it when he kisses you.

You finish the roast dinner and potatoes for Niall, humming softly, trying to ignore the pounding in your head.

He fell in love with you at this weight. You had to stay here at this weight.

He is already ready to leave you. You gained so much fucking weight.

You blink back your tears as you set table for two, knowing full well you'd have water and the celery from the stupid roast.

-

Niall sings to the radio as he drives home, excited to come home to you. He hated that you had the day off and he couldn't manage to get it either. But that was almost perfect because you managed to cook the most incredible meals.

He parks in the garage and comes in, taking a deep inhale of the flavours that were in the house. "Darlin' I'm home." His voice carries through the comfortable sized home.

"Welcome home, baby!" You call a back, cracking a Guinness for him. Too many carbs-empty. All of it.

He comes in and smiles at you, putting the beer on the counter and giving you a loving kiss, wrapping his arms around your almost too small frame. He loves that you'd rather wear his oversized hoodie and sweats. It is nice to see his best girl comfortable in his clothes.

"Did you all ready eat?" He pouts and kisses you again, tasting the pizza on your lips.

You blush. "I was so hungry. I'm sorry. But I made you roast." You smile and rub his sides gently.

"I can smell. It smells lovely, my little chef." He smiles and kisses your forehead before picking up his beer again. He sips on it as you finish serving the plates.

The sweatshirt slips off one shoulder, exposing the soft skin to him. He looks at it for a moment and a soft frown touches his face. Your bone was pretty predominate. He comes over and stops you by wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the sharp spot where your bone was protruding. "I think you're so beautiful you know?" He asks softly and rubs your hips.

Your sharp hips.

While he touches you, you try to not wiggle out of his grasp. He is touching all this fat and fuck. He is going to leave you once he realises you're a fucking whale.

You finesse your way out of the cuddle. "Save the touches for the bedroom." You giggle and peck the tip of his nose. You sit down and he takes the seat across from you. "How was work today?" You ask, nibbling on the carrots that were on your plate.