Saved In The A.M.

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———HARRY'S POV———
I walk back into Louis' room after giving him almost a whole day and whole night to be by himself and it was killing me not seeing him but I passed the time by researching the disorders he'd been diagnosed with to see if there was any way I could show Louis how skinny he truly is. I came across a website that said something about photos and that showing them to the person has a different effect on them than looking in the mirror so I found a few recent photos and had his tattoos photoshopped off and made sure you couldn't see his head either. He has the nasogastric tube back in and his eyes are bloodshot making it clear he's been crying again recently.

"What's the matter Baby" I ask him sympathetically as I place a kiss on his cheek then smooth his hair out of his face so I can see it before I take a seat in my usual spot next to his bed.
"This" he replies as he points to the tube.
"It's there for a reason baby, you need to get better" I tell him calmly as I reach out for his hand which he lets me take in my own to stroke.
"No I'm clearly fine, why would they make someone who's already fat, fatter?" He asks me, frustration weaved all through his sentence and I frown.
"Lou I'm going to show you a photo of a few people and want you to tell me what you think about them okay?" I ask him, not bothering to comment on what he just said because I know it won't make a difference anyway.
"Erm random but whatever." He replies.

I pull the photos out from my back pocket and show him the first one which he takes off me and studies carefully.
"Wow I don't mean to be rude but he looks gross" he tells me with a sour look on his face.
"Why?" I ask him.
"Because he's so skinny he looks like a skeleton and it's not attractive like it's nice to be skinnier than I am right now but this is too far" he informs me.
"Okay what about this guy?" I show him a picture of a guy who you can see from the neck down with long hair like mine cropped into the top of the photo to throw him off.
"Yeah same with this one I guess, erm, he just looks really bony and unhealthy" he tells me.
"Okay last one" I say to him as I give him the final photo.
"Yeah I mean I guess it's the same with this one too, even though he's fully clothed he looks sick in a way" he explains to me and I grab the photos back then pull out another set from my pocket which are the original photos. I match them up to each other then hand them to him.
"Oh my fucking god Harry, is this me?! Are these all me!?" He asks me shocked, tears threatening to spill over his eyes.
"Yes Louis, all of these photos are you" I tell him rubbing his head then trailing my hand across his jaw bone, sadness almost a permanent feature deep in his eyes these days.

———LOUIS' POV———
"SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!" I say hitting the bed next to me then brushing my fingers through my hair in frustration.
"What the fuck have I done? How the fuck did I let it get to this?! I was supposed to be able to stop. FUCK!!" I exclaim throwing my head back, contemplating how the hell I let it get this far.
"Baby it's okay, it's okay, you know now, you know you need help, that's all that matters, I love you okay, I love you so much" Harry says to me and I gaze at his big green eyes and perfect teeth and long luscious hair that I fall in love with all over again every time I see him. I notice something in my peripheral vision and look towards the door to see Niall, Liam and Zayn walk in.

"Would you all mind if I had a few minutes alone with Zayn?" I ask them to which they all turn to him and he nods back as if saying it's okay. Harry gets up out of his chair that he's claimed since he's always the one to sit in it, he pats Zayn on the shoulder before wrapping his arms around Niall and Liam and leaving the room, kicking the door gently closed behind them.
Zayn slowly trudges over and takes Harry's seat.

"Louis I'm so sorry for everything" he says "i understand if you can't forgive me but just know that there was no malice behind my reasons for leaving" he cries and I can hear the desperation in his voice.
"Stop" I cut him off "it's okay Zayn, I thought about what Harry said about your perspective and realised I was being selfish, please don't apologise but DO tell me your reasons behind leaving because I want to know, I'm the one that should be sorry for not thinking about your reasons for everything" I admit to him.