Frame of Hearts - l.s.

Chapter Thirty Two

(Hi Friends! 2026 me here revisiting old stories and comments for funsies!

However, a serious topic.

I've since matured majorly since writing this story in 2014 and have realised what was added to this story in the previous chapter was incredibly gross.  It was non-consensual assault, which was completely blinded by me wanting to add a spicy element to the story. I've since learned the difference between consensual somnophilia and non-consensual assault, and unfortunately what I've written depicts the latter. The previous chapter is still private, and will remain privatised for good.

I don't want to erase any of the below notes to highlight I've written something that now, growing up, I understand is extremely traumatic and wrong. I am deeply sorry that it's taken me so long to acknowledge this. You can imagine 12 years post-finishing this fanfic, I have completely forgotten about it. But would really love to acknowledge that my youth was incredibly misinformed and I am extremely sorry!)

if you missed last chapter due to privatisation, pretty much louis and harry had a sleepover and louis kinda wanked harry while he was asleep and stuff so nothing major

also, when you see ♫, click on the youtube link if you want to listen to the music that has been made especially for the story :)

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Quick months flutter by and July arrives with constant heat waves. Unfortunately, one of those waves occur on Harry's semi final game.

His family is away again, enjoying what is said to be a pre-honeymoon time for the two. Louis doesn't mind the time alone. He's been with Harry constantly for the past three days and Anne seems to be rather casual with letting Harry go out and stay over at Zayn's place. Harry's assuring to spend as much time with Louis as possible, because that's the only time Louis is forced to eat.

He's reached 114 pounds and Louis just doesn't eat. He's constantly been forced to and Harry is close to making sure he keeps a record of what he eats to ensure Louis does eat three full meals a day, including snacks. He's even bringing extra for himself for Louis to eat at school and Harry watches him like a hawk. It's blimmin' annoying, but it's doing the trick for sure.

Louis has never had the desire to throw food up. It hurts, and he refrains from it as much as he can. Whenever he feels disgusting though, he's never reluctant to run to the toilet and chuck up something. He doesn't even use his fingers, it comes out naturally. It's how small his stomach has shrunk, and how much he's expected to eat.

He cries to himself sometimes because he hates to disappoint Harry. Harry tries to not look disappointed when Louis refuses to eat, or cries into his neck with a pleading howl of please don't make me eat. He's trying so hard to keep himself from eating, and Louis grows extremely anxious when he sees the scale is much higher than the day before. His stomach now con-caves and his ribs are showing. Harry can feel them when he runs his fingers down his chest sometimes when they're kissing. It's a massive turn off, but he loves Louis enough to keep pleasing him, but he honestly begs for something to change.

But that doesn't stop Harry from anything. Louis sees more cuts every fucking day and it hurts. It may be one or two on one day, but some other days it's ten or twenty. They're small enough for Harry to lie they're just bush cuts to Zayn and Liam, but Louis knows better. The butterfly has been cut so many times, and Louis fucking hates to know that yet another promise has been broken. Promises are always broken.

Louis always kisses them away when they're alone and he begs Harry to try and stop. He claims he would, but it really does bring out the worst later. Louis has stopped trying to prod him to stop, since it worsens the guilt in Harry, which triggers him. It's been a while since Louis has kissed so many cuts away and that's probably good progress, unless he's starting to hide them away from Louis again.