Louis' POV
Harry froze next to me and I placed a hand on his thigh to keep him from bolting. I looked at Tony, who was waiting impatiently for an answer, with anger in my eyes. He was obviously just as curious about the answer as our fans were, but I didn't give a shit. Harry was struggling with the anorexia so much and now this idiot decides to ask if he wants to tell the world about it. He doesn't even want to tell Paul or Simon.
"Well?" Tony asked, trying to get us to answer.
Harry looked at my, his eyes asking what he should say. I gave him a look, asking if I could answer. He tensed slightly, but then calmed down and nodded for me to go ahead. I know, I explain things for Harry a lot, but this is hard for him and I just want to help in any way I can. Don't judge.
"As you can probably tell," I began, "Harry has obviously lost weight. However, I don't believe it is necessary to say he has an eating disorder just because he goes on a diet to try and stay in shape."
"But wouldn't you say he has taken it to the extreme?" Tony pressed. Damn this guy was pissing me off.
"I don't see how that's any of your business," I sneered, but he didn't back down.
"I'm just trying to get the facts for your fans," he said, "and, seeing Mr. Styles in front of me, I'd say the truth is that he looks like a fucked up, ugly ass, skeleton."
Harry's eyes widened and he jumped up from his seat, tears in his eyes. He immediately ran off the stage and off to who knows where. The audience looked shocked, as did Tony, but the boys and I didn't. We looked furious. Liam put a hand on my hand and I realized I had clenched my fists. I unclenched them, but continued glaring daggers at Tony.
"Well," Tony laughed, "he really is a girl. Not only does he have anorexia, which is a girls disease, but he cries like one too. Tell me boys, is it Harry's time of the month?"
My mouth dropped open, "what the fuck is your problem!?"
"What do you mean?" Tony's eyes were wide, as though he was genuinely unaware of why I was yelling.
"YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHOLE," I continued, "HOW DARE YOU TREAT HARRY LIKE THAT. DO YOU KNOW HOW BADLY HE'S SUFFERING? NO YOU DON'T SO DON'T YOU DARE TELL HIM THAT HE'S A FUCKED UP, UGLY ASS, SKELETON WHEN HE'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING I'VE EVER MET. GOSH I WANT TO PUNCH YOU!"
I stepped forward, my fists clenched, but Zayn and Liam were quick to grab me and pull me away.
Tony, who was white as a sheet, turned and announced to the cameras, "well,uh, that's all the time we have for today folks. Give it up for One Direction."
I noticed the cameras being shut off and I quickly bolted in the direction Harry had ran. The other boys were quick to follow, except for Liam who had been stopped by Paul. Let's just say Paul wanted an explanation for my little outburst. I was going to be in serious trouble for cussing later but I don't care. He insulted Harry and that's not okay! I ran into the dressing room, but didn't see Harry. Lou was sitting on a chair and looked at me sympathetically.
"He's in the bathroom sweety," she said, "he seemed really upset, but he won't let me in. Maybe he'll let you in."
"Thanks Lou," I said.
"Of course," she smiled, "and for the record I think you had every right to do what you did."
I smiled and gave her a nod. I walked over to the bathroom and heard the water running, but I also heard gagging. He's purging his ensure. That stupid interviewer. I really thought he was going to keep it down. I sighed and knocked on the door. I heard a little shuffling, but he didn't open it.
