One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

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

So Louis won by 1 point! But Liam's will be up tomorrow, so all you Liam girls, hold tight! Fair warning to any of you die-hard Fault in Our Stars fans!

“(Y/N), c’mon! We’re gonna be late! It starts in twenty minutes!” Louis called up to you as you threw a shirt on over your head.

 “Alright, Lou, I’m coming! Hold on!” you called down, turning to the side to look at yourself. You could see the bulge of your stomach, and you gently ran your hand over it, feeling the curve. Biting your lip nervously, you took the shirt off and threw it into the corner along with other rejected shirts.

“(Y/N)!” Louis screamed as you grabbed a random shirt from your closet and threw it on, heading out the door and down the stairs.

“Okay, I’m here. Happy?” you grumbled, fighting not to smile a little when you saw your boyfriend’s outfit.

“Yeah, actually I-. Hey! You copycat!” he whined, looking up from his phone to see your outfit. You both had on an oversized Hershey’s chocolate shirt and black sweatpants.

“Well is this an outfit for The Fault in Our Stars or what?” you giggled, grabbing his hand as he led you out the front door. You heard him sigh as he locked it behind you.

“I cannot believe you forced me to go see this with you.”

“Oh, c’mon. This’ll drive your fans nuts! You going to see the ultimate chick flick with your girlfriend. If they love you so much already, this will send them over the edge,” you laughed as Louis grumbled. You knew he was happy to go see the movie with you; you guys haven’t had a proper date in over two months. It was just a natural guy instinct to complain about having to go see a romantic, dramatic chick flick with their girlfriend.

The two of you arrived at the theater ten minutes later, Louis hopping out and immediately running over to your door to open it for you. “Why, thank you!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Louis grinned, taking your hand and kissing it. You blushed and looked down, but that didn’t stop Louis from taking notice that he had embarrassed you.

The two of you bought your tickets and then stood in the line for popcorn. A few teenage girls recognized Louis and began to freak out. You knew that he had noticed too because he sighed deeply and kept glancing over at them as if to silently warn them not to intrude on his date.

“Louis,” you whispered. “Go talk to them,” you encouraged, nodding your head at the fans, who were whipping out their phones to try and get a picture of their idol.

“But, love, we’re out together.”

“Yeah, but I can wait in line for some popcorn. This might be the one and only chance they ever get to meet you. Go see them. Make them happy. Just give me your credit card, and I’ll come save you in five minutes,” you giggled. Louis squeezed your hand, handing you his credit card, and kissed your cheek before heading over to the girls, making their jaws drop. Obviously they did not expect him to ditch his girlfriend to go talk to them.