One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: He Finds Out You Have an Eating Disorder (Zayn)

Again: trigger warning. You're all beautiful!

So..... Zayn won!! Yay! aha So in the comments, vote if you want LIAM or LOUIS next :D

You and Zayn had been dating for two years now, and you were an on and off bulimic. Yes, you admitted it. You weren’t going to pretend you didn’t have a problem. It all started when you were twelve. Your older sister had just gotten a modeling contract, and since you were so young, you looked up to her and wanted to be just like her. You thought that if you got skinnier, you would make her proud of you and happy to have a sister like you. You figured the best way to do that was to throw up after every meal.

Eventually, your sister caught on to what you were doing, and she confronted you about it. You were thirteen at the time, and you confessed immediately, not wanting to upset your sibling. You remembered her crying and telling you that everyone was different and their own person and that she would always love you no matter what.

Looking back on it, you wonder why she never took you to the doctor for help or at least told your parents. But it didn’t seem to matter back then. After the talk with your sister, you started to eat more and actually hold it down. Slowly you gained weight back, earning yourself some small curves that you thought complimented your figure.

You were nineteen now. Over the past six years, you struggled with insecurities, sometimes even turning to bulimia for a week or two to help. But you always caught yourself before it got too bad, remembering your teary conversation with your sister years earlier. Ever since you started dating Zayn though, you haven’t even thought of intentionally throwing up. He made you feel loved and beautiful every second of the day. You never told Zayn about your problem though. The conversation never seemed to come up, so you ignored it.

“Zayn, have you seen that t-shirt I like?” I asked him, walking into the bedroom, where he was chilling with Liam and Niall.

“Which one?” he asked, furrowing hi eyebrows. “You like a lot of your clothes, love.” Niall snickered, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Shut it, Horan. And the blue one with the sweetheart neckline? It has the frilly lace thing on the edges?”

“You have a top like that?”

“Zayn, you love it too. You always tell me that you can see right down my shirt when I bend over whenever I wear it.”

“Oh! That shirt!” he recalled, a smile erupting onto his face. “Yeah, I hung it up in the closet. It just got out of the drier.”

“Kay, thanks,” I replied, walking into the closet and locating the shirt on the rack. I closed the door to the closet and started to change tops, trying to make myself look somewhat presentable for the public eye.

“Why do you need the shirt, babe?” Zayn called through the door, still lying on the bed while Niall and Liam scrolled through Twitter on Zayn’s laptop.

“I’m going out with (Y/BFF/N) today. We’re going to go the cafe and stuff to catch up. I needed to look presentable.”

“Please, (Y/N), you look stunning in everything,” Zayn replied as you walked out of the closet, straightening the shirt.

“Yeah, I agree with Zayn on this one,” Liam called from the desk. You blushed involuntarily, and turned to face Zayn.

“Does it look alright?”

“Gorgeous,” he replied, leaning over to kiss your lips lightly.

“Okay, well let me just get my jacket, and then I’ll-.” You turned to grab your jacket off the back of your chair, but instead ran into the wall, dropping your phone onto the floor. “Shit,” you mumbled, bending down to pick up the phone.