Why Don't We Sickfics

Zach- the one you've ALL asked for; anorexia nervosa

I think I'm only going to put titles in these if they were requested. Does that make sense? Also, I'm putting Zonah in this, because I can.

Zach's POV
I stumble inside the house, having just come from the gym. I went upstairs, and decided to shower before the boys came home.

Going into the bathroom, I turned on the water, and stripped. I sigh, looking in the mirror. My ribs were sticking out, every part of me defined by the skin.

I'm trying to lose weight, be perfect and skinny like my boyfriend Jonah.  I wanted to be skinny. Jonah was skinny, Jonah was perfect.

I look away from my body, and get in the shower. I stand in the warm water, thinking of how much more Jonah would love me if he saw me in the perfect body.

I finish up the shower and get dressed.
I go downstairs, and see the boys on the couch with pizza.

I grimace at the food, but go over anyway.

"Hey babe." Jonah says. "Hi." I crawl into his lap, laying my head on his chest.

Jonah's POV

"Hey babe." I say as Zach walks downstairs. "Hi." He crawled into my lap, laying his little head on my chest.

"Want any pizza?" I asked. He shook his head. Odd. But I've noticed he hasn't been eating much lately. 

"Nah. I'm tired." He yawned. I frown, confused. He slept before we went and got pizza, which wasn't long ago.

"Then sleep. I'm comfortable enough." I say, kissing his head.

"Awww." The boys cooed.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and closed his eyes. I rubbed his back, and hearing his deep breathing, I knew he was asleep.

I turn to the boys, and say, "Something's up with Zach."

"What?" Daniel asked, confused.

"I think Zach isn't telling us something." I repeat.

"Heard you the first time." Daniel stuck his tongue out at me. I roll my eyes.

"What do you think it is?" Corbyn's asks me.

"I don't think he's eating." I say, concerned that Zach might be doing so.
"He hasn't eaten anything in weeks, as far as I'm concerned, and he's been going to the gym a lot more often." I lift up Zach's shirt a little, and what I see if terrifying.

There was literally nothing on him, and you could see his ribs sticking out of his body.

"Why would he do this?" Jack whispered, running his fingers down Zach's rib cage.

"I'm not sure. But I might have an idea to stop this before it gets worse."
I say, pulling my boyfriend's shirt down.

The boys go off to do their own thing, and I carried Zach up to our room. Then, I went downstairs to start my plan.

Zach's POV
When I woke up, I was in mine and Jonah's bed. Jonah must've moved me.

I get out of bed, and walk downstairs.
Smelling food, I curiously walk into the kitchen. Jonah was making a ton of food, and slaving away at the stove.

I go up to him, and wrap my arms around his waist from behind. "Hey." I mumble. "Hey buddy! Feeling better?" Jonah asks.

"Mmh." I reply. "Whatcha doin?"

"Making food." Was his reply. "We have a really busy week, and won't have time to cook anything, so I'm making a bunch of food now."

He was cutting up a bunch of vegetables, and throwing them in a pot.
"Soup?" I ask, taking a spinach leaf.