(told in Zach's p.o.v)
I sat on my bathroom floor leaning over to the toilet, throwing up what I had just ate not so long ago. I hadn't told any of the boys that I had anorexia, but I felt like I should tell them. At least one of them. I heard a knock at my bathroom door and my body froze.
"Hey Zach, do you want any dessert?" It was Corbyn.
"N-no thank you." I heard Corbyn sigh.
"It was just gonna be me and you." I quickly stumbled up flushing the toilet and I opened the door.
"Sure, I'll be down soon." Corbyn smiled and went downstairs. It's just gonna come back up again so whats the point. I changed my hoodie and I went downstairs. Corbyn wasn't lying, it was just me and him. I smiled weakly, I then felt a sharp pain in my stomach making me collapse to the floor.
"Zach!!" He ran over to me pulling me up I wave my hands trying to tell him to put me down, as I was in so much pain. He placed me down on the couch, I pulled my knees up and cuddled them. I was overwhelmed with pain tear reached my eyes. Corbyn tried to ask me what is wrong then I burst out with.
"Anorexic!" That's all I could get out. Corbyn stood up rushing over to the kitchen grabbing a slice of bread and a bucket and came back.
"The bread you will eat, the bucket you will throw it up if needed." I nodded and took one bite. I seemed okay. I was several bites in until it came back up. Some of the throw up got on my top so Corbyn slid it off and wiped the sick away from my mouth and kissed me softly.
"I'm here for you." He slowly ran his hand down my ribs, sending shivers down my spines.
"C-Corbyn do you love me." Corbyn nodded looking away. I smiled weakly, I loved him too," I love you too." I said just before I threw up again, Corbyn wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"Let it out, baby you'll be okay soon." I nodded gripping onto the tub. I wanted to yell and I think Corbyn could tell, "Let everything out."
"Why?! Why do I do this to myself?!!" I looked Corbyn in the eyes. He didn't look affected.
"That's right let it out." I went to take another bite of bread and I wish I didn't. I started coughing and throwing up. I started crying. Corbyn once again wiped the throw up away and kissed me.
"I'm right here. Don't forget."
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