Louis' POV
I opened the door to the flat and Harry followed me inside. I walked past the boys and into the kitchen. I threw the leftovers of Harry's breakfast away. Harry had taken two, insanely small, bites of his breakfast sandwich. Well, he took two bites of the egg and cheese. He had refused to eat any of the sausage patty or the bread. I grabbed an ensure from the fridge and a cup from the cupboard. I poured all but an ounce or two into the cup. I know, it's a little weird that I didn't just give Harry the entire ensure, but this way I can tell harry it's not an entire ensure since he ate two bites of egg. Placing the, almost empty, bottle back in the fridge I walked back to the living room and handed it to Harry, wh0 was now sitting on the couch with Niall and Liam. I sat down in a chair, opposite of Zayn, and waited for Harry to drink it.
"What is that?" Niall asked, looking confused.
"It's ensure," I told him.
"Okay, but what's it for?" He was, obviously, still confused.
"It's a drink that's supposed to give a person who can't, or won't, eat all the nutrients they need in a meal," Liam explained.
"I see," Niall nodded, "how's it taste Harry?"
Harry, who was slowly drinking his ensure, shrugged, "it's pretty good. It's not too heavy so that's nice."
"Do you think you'll be able to keep it down?" Zayn asked.
"I...don't know. I think I can keep it down, but I-I'm scared to," he mumbled.
"Why are you scared to?" Gosh Niall is clueless.
"Ana," Harry whispered, but we all caught it.
"Oh Harry," I frowned, watching his eyes well up with tears, "come sit with me."
I scooted over to the edge of the chair, although I didn't need to considering how small Harry was. Harry fidgeted on the couch and shook his head.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I'm too big," he frowned, "I won't fit in that spot."
"Harry we could fit two of you in that spot," I sighed, "now come sit with me."
"Okay," Harry gave in.
He got up and, after stumbling slightly from what I assume was dizziness, walked over to me. He sat down in the chair and my eyes widened when I saw that we really could have fit two of him in that spot. I wrapped my arm around him and checked his cup. He was about half way done, which made me smile. Harry snuggled closer to me and looked me in the eyes.
"Louis?"
"Yeah Harry?"
"Will you still love me when I reach the weight the doctor wants me at?" He asked nervously.
"Of course I will Harry," I smiled, "I've loved you for so long and I loved you when you were 160 just as much as I love you now, but I do have to say that you looked so much better and healthier at 160 than you do now."
"What do I look like now?" He frowned, "All I see is fat."
"Harry," I said, "you have absolutely no fat on you. Your ribs stick out painfully, as does your spine. Your hipbones are so visible and sharp looking I'm shocked they haven't pierced open your skin. Every bone in your body is visible and it's so scary."
"I wish I could see it," he sighed, "it would be so much easier to recover if I could see that I was sick."
"Harry?" Liam asked, "Do you know you're sick? I mean I understand you can't see it, but can you feel that you're sick?"
