Luke:
"Y/N, are you hungry?" Luke yelled to you from the kitchen. "No babe, thanks." You may seem fine, but you weren’t. No matter how much people told you, you were skinny and beautiful. You were not, that was your opinion. Getting so much hate from being Luke’s girlfriend was difficult. Perfect body might not be possible, but you were going to make it. "Love, are you sure? you have stayed here all day and night and you didn’t eat anything?" Perfection took risks, that’s what you thought. "No Luke. I’m good don’t worry. Just not hungry." You smiled up at him. "Y/N, you aren’t fine. What changed? You used to come and eat my fridge, and it was perfect. But now you never eat and you got so bony!" Luke said. You let out a tear. If only he knew, what you were going through. You weren’t quick enough to wipe it and Luke felt it. "Y/N, this isn’t good. Baby tell me." You turned around letting him wipe your tears. "Luke, it’s hard. I can’t be perfect, but everyone wants me too. I can’t be with someone perfect and amazing and skinny being the weight I was before." Luke looked at you with shock and said "Y/N, I will love you anyway. It doesn’t matter what others think of you. They are just jealous because you are the most perfect girl. Come on babe, don’t let it get to you. Let’s go eat." Luke pulled you up and the weight issue slowly got fixed.
Ashton:
You always said you wouldn’t be that girl who orders a salad in a restaurant, but here you were. “Y/N, we always come here and you order a salad. You are already so skinny, maybe get a steak?” Said Ashton. He didn’t know that food made you feel sick. Especially too much of it. Not because you had a small stomach, but because you couldn’t let yourself get fat. “Ash, don’t worry. I’m not hungry.” You said with a fake smile. “Y/N, honestly you never eat. I mean, I look like a pig next to you.” Ashton chuckled at his own joke. “Y/N, what is it?” You decided that sooner or later Ashton will find out. It would be better if it was from you. “Food doesn’t make me feel well.” He looked at you questionably and said “You have a small stomach?” You shook your head. “My mom always told me that I wasn’t skinny enough and that I was ugly because I was ‘fat’ as she called it. She always compared me to the model looking girls. At one point it got to me and I cut my eating habits. I ate less and less. Then she told me I got really skinny, so I tried to eat a full meal but couldn’t.” A tear escaped your eye. That memory and mistake would haunt you forever. Ashton came over and hugged you, comforting you. The next day he took you to a clinic.
Michael:
Michael came behind you. Hugging you around the waist he said “Why don’t you wear a bikini? You could get a tan and enjoy the sun. Also let me appreciate your beauty?” He said with a wicked smile. You giggled at him, “No Mickey. It won’t look good, I’m not skinny enough.” You felt Michael’s mouth hang open. “Y/N what do you mean? You are as skinny as a stick.” You turned around and took a step back from him “Mikey, I’m not skinny enough to wear a bikini. Only model’s can pull that off and I can’t.” You turned around to the mirror to fix your hair. “Y/N, but you aren’t a model. You will never be because you are so much better than them. Honestly it looks gross that they are so skinny.” Michael almost yelled at you. Realization hit his face “That is why you never eat?” you tried to ignore him, but he pried you for an answer. You finally nodded and he hugged you. “Can you start eating, please? I don’t want you to be so skinny. I want you to be healthy and perfect just the way you are.” You cried in Michael’s shoulder, while he comforted you. But it did work. After a while you slowly started gaining back your weight.
Calum:
"Calum, what the hell? I’m in the shower!" you yelled at Calum as he walked in on you completely naked. "Y/N, I’m sorry!!" He yelled back. He quickly turned around, but after a while turned back with a questioning look on his face. "Y/N why are your bones sticking out so much?" Shit, he didn’t know that you were anorexic. "Ummmm…." You tried to come up with an excuse, but nothing came to your mind. "Y/N what’s wrong? Are you ok?" He quickly walked up to you in a stride and pulled you into him. "Are you anorexic?" He whispered the question into your ear. You let out a sob into his chest. You didn’t want to be like this. "Yeah I am Cal. I can’t do anything about it and it wasn’t really a choice." You sobbed even harder remembering how this all happened. "What do you mean Y/N?" Calum whispered back, rubbing your spine. "My family ran out of money after my dad died. My mom was struggling and under a lot of stress she started drinking and doing drugs. I had to feed and take care of my siblings. I had to feed them because they were small. So eating for me was a bit out of the question. I couldn’t get back to normal for a while after that nightmare was over and still can’t" You sobbed into Calum. A couple of day later, Calum made sure you eat and so do your siblings.
