One Direction Preferences

#65: Eating disorder

A/N: This preference might hold a special trigger so if you're sensitive about the topic, take caution or don't read it at all.

Niall:It’s hurtful, heartbreaking, simply painful as you try tugging at his shirt in desperate attempt of escaping somewhere better. A single tear rolls down his cheek, quite sniff accompanying it, but he still menages to secure an arm around your back holding you tighter than ever. It hurts him to know that you’re in pain, a far away from being alright, but the thing that hurts him even more is that he may been the cause of your thoughts; his job which is not allowing him to be there, all of the pressure breaking everything he loves. “I’m sorry”, he sobs as he brings you a bit closer to his chest, his head resting on to of yours. “I’m so so sorry”, he cries out one more time and it all seems quite ridiculous when you’re about to apologize to him still not aware of it that it’s not our nor his fault. “I-I just love you so much. I’m so sorry.”

Zayn:A nail digs into the skin of your palm leaving red track of anxiety as you continue staring at him. It’s when ou notice a slight change in the way he looks at you; with small shine in his gaze as a result of his racing thoughts. It’s quite hard to describe what he’s feeling when he doesn’t even know what he’s thinking about. There are million thoughts just dancing around, none of them good enough to create a proper word. He wishes to be the one to take you in his arms and tell you that he loves you and that he’s sorry and that you’re beautiful and tell yo to stop; it’s not that easy and he knows it. But one thought that brings tears to his eyes is that he may have been the cause and that’s why he’s just too afraid to take you in his arms after the confession; maybe you won’t want him. His thought is denied with the action you make taking him in your arms instead as he cries out how much he loves you.

Louis: “You’re just so beautiful”, he notices as his arm encircles around your back slowly in desperate fear fer of breaking you when your body feels just too fragile underneath his touch. “God, so beautiful”, he cries out once more ignoring the wet track that single tear is leaving on his reddened cheek. “And I love you so much”, he says again, but more to himself as the confirmation to all of his rushing thoughts. With the wet spot on his shirt your tears managed to create, he feels even worse and not worth holding you as close as he holds you. “I love you too”, you so into his chest and it’s enough for him to break too, finally burying his head into you.

Liam:"I love you", he says and his voice appears soft, kind of soothing even though the way he feels is far away from alright. "Why?" he finally breaths out, his way of speech not as soothing as before. He wants to be angry, he wants to yell, but it’s quite hard when he doesn’t know whose fault it is, but the thought of him being the cause is something enough to bring tears up to his eyes. "But you’re just so beautiful", he repeats securing an arm stronger around your already fragile body. It hurts him to know that you’re not avare of everything beatiful about you, hating the things he loves the most about you. It’s just so heartbreaking, awful to think about. "I love you", he finally cries out. "I just so fucking love you, please keep that in mind."

Harry:He was supposed to be a protector. He was supposed to be there and ban situation like this from happening, so why the hell is he sitting there in silence? He wants to wrap an arm around you, he wants to hold you but it hurts him to think that he might be the person he was supposed to be protecting you from. A small nudge you give him brings him back to reality and he dares to press his palm to yout cheek, forcing you to look up. “You’re really beautiful”, he says and wants to roll eyes when he realizes how much better it all sounded in his head. You finally allow him to take you in his chest, bringing you closer than ever in desperate attempt to shelter you from everything bad the world has prepared for both of you. “Shh”, he coos after hearing a small sniff, no bullshiting like ‘it’s okay’ and ‘its alright’ when it’s clearly far away from it. He stays like that for so long; he witnesses sobs turning into tears, tears into sniffs and sniffs into silence.