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Chapter 2

**Luke**

I wince as the contents of my stomach fill the toilet once again. Ashton was home all day today, I didn’t get the chance to avoid eating. So here I am after Ashton cooked a wonderful dinner hunched over our toilet whilst he knocks on the door. I let out a quiet sob and wipe my mouth guilt filling me. I flush the toilet and wipe my mouth looking at myself in the mirror. The dinner was lovely and I feel like I’m disappointing Ashton. I wipe my tears frowning when I see my red eyes. I lift up my shirt and they fill with tears again as I see the fat on my stomach. 

“Luke? Please open the door.” Ashton pleads and I drop my shirt taking a deep breath. I pull open the door and Ashton is putting his hand on my forehead making me it on the closed toilet. 

“Does your head hurt? Do you feel cold? Was my food that bad?” Ashton asks looking at me worriedly.

“I’m fine, it’s probably j-just a bug.” I say and he grabs my face. I fight my urge to completely nuzzle my face into his hands and I look into his hazel eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You do feel a little warm.” He says and I want to scream out and tell him I’m not okay. I want him to hold me and let me sob into his shirt but I push those thoughts away. He’s probably disgusted with me. He probably can feel the fat lining my cheeks.

“I think you should get some sleep yea?” He asks and I nod shaking my thoughts away as he leads me to my bedroom. He tucks me in like I’m a child and I feel my eyes drooping.

**Ashton**

I frown as I hear Luke getting sick in the bathroom and I feel guilt fill my stomach. What if my cooking made him sick? I’d be sick too though, so maybe he has a bug. I raise my fist and knock on the door.

“Luke? Are you okay?” I ask and he doesn’t respond. I hear him flush the toilet and there’s some shuffling and he opens the door. I quickly push into the small bathroom and place my hand on his forehead pushing him down onto the closed toilet seat.

“Does your head hurt? Do you feel cold? Was my food that bad?” I ask and he runs his tongue over his lip ring.

“I’m fine, it’s probably j-just a bug.” He says and I grab his face checking for a temperature. His eyes look sad and distant for a minute and I frown.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You do feel a little warm.” I say. He still looks distant and I wonder what’s occupying his busy mind. 

“I think you should get some sleep yea?” I ask and he nods. I shoot him a small smile and help him up. I lead him to his room and he climbs into bed. I tuck him in like a child and his eyes droop closed. I lean down and press a kiss to his head a small smile on my face. I close his door just as a thought crosses my mind. What if Luke made himself puke?