5 SECONDS OF SUMMER ONE SHOTS

HE NOTICES YOUR BINGE EATING

If you suffer from any disorder (eating or mental or personality or anxiety, I don't discriminate) or self-harming actions please get help, or talk to some one. I know how badly they suck, okay? I'm always here, if you feel like you have no one else, you always have me, okay?

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LUKE: The hate had been getting worse, it was your own fault though because you had gained so much weight. But you didn't know how else to handle it, so you turned to food, and now you couldn't stop.

First you started snacking on small things like grapes and carrots keeping it healthy, but some how it turned in to whole boxes of Oreos and huge servings of pasta, and really anything you could get your hands on. 

You know you needed to stop, but you felt good when you ate so you kept going. And you refused to step on the scale because you knew it would only make yourself feel worse. 

But the worse thing was, is that in your mind you knew the heavier you got the less you would deserve Luke and the hate would be even right.

Luke is so lean and perfect, had legs that went forever, and a flawless face that matched. 

So today, on the way to the boys shared flat, you had been going through your Instagram, reading the terrible comments you know you shouldn't waste time on. By the time you got to the 5SOS house, you couldn't control yourself, you could of sworn your stomach rumbled. 

You let yourself in with the key Luke had given you a few months ago. 

"Hey, gorgeous!" Luke said, skipping over to you. 

"Hey, babe." you said back, but not as chipper as him. 

"What wrong, (Y/N)?" he said, looking deeply concerned.

"Nothing, really." You shrugged trying to keep the vibe neutral, "Just a bit hungry."

Luke eyes darted away, "Actually, (Y/N), I've been meaning to talk to you about something." 

This was it. This is when he was going to break up with you. You bit the inside of cheek trying to stop the burning of your eyes. 

What's wro-" he cut himself off, "Oh no, (Y/N). I'm not breaking up with you, I could never do that! I love you way to much to do that!" he said, squeezing you around the tubbiest part, your stomach.

You let out a small breath of relief, but you knew there was still more to this. 

"What is it then?" you asked, as he dragged you to the living room. 

"Please don't take this the wrong way, love, okay?" he asked, grabbing one of your hands. You nod, now confused.  

"Well, I've noticed you've been eating a lot lately, and you've gained some weight." he began, you're eyes welling up with tears, "Which nothing is wrong with that, you still look smoking hot." he gave your hand a tight squeeze. 

You sucked your lip in between your teeth, looking down at your tights which were threatening to burst out of your jeans. 

"And babe, it kills me to say this to you, you know that! I just want you to be healthy." he said, as the tears began streaming down your face.

He pulled you under his arm, which you curled up into his touch. He kissed you on top of your crown. "You know, I'd love you if you weighed 150 kilos, babe. I just want to make sure you're not doing anything damaging to your body."

And at this point you just started sobbing, because you knew the sincerity in his voice real. You told him everything about the hate and how you felt like you could only turn to eating because you didn't want to burden him, and everything else that led up to this point were you were seriously hurting your health.