Two of Us // l.s

Jaffa Cakes and Carrot Sticks

Hi darlings!

Kind of a short chapter today, but I didn't want to leave any of you waiting for too long:)

The titles a bit odd this time, but i had no idea what to call it so um yeah.

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Harry's POV

It had already been a week since I first started restricting my eating. I wasn't starving myself as people would notice and get worried, if the boys found out they might even tell my parents or make me see a doctor. I was eating around 300 calories a day 500 at most. And I would burn off almost all of it by working out for hours on end.

I was currently on the treadmill at the gym, I had been for the past forty-five minutes. Fifteen more minutes, just fifteen more and I would reach an hour and that would be around 350 calories burnt. I had already gone on a run this morning before any of the boys woke up.

 By the end of the day, I'd probably have burnt everything.

No one had suspected anything so far, although Liam seemed quite intrigued that I had been going to the gym every day since last week. I told him that I was trying to bulk up, which is the last thing I wanted. I wanted to be skinny, not muscular, besides muscle weighs more than fat.

Liam must've thought I was trying to compete with him. He loved to workout. He asked if he could come and I told him he could, it would probably get him off my back.

"Hey Harry, what ya doing?" Niall slumped down on the couch next to the treadmill with a bag of Walkers crisps and a packet of Jammie Dodgers in his hands. I could see the other people staring at him confused. Niall is the only boy in the world to come to the gym just to eat junk and watch other people work out.

I sighed

"Niall not to be rude or anything but are you actually going to exercise or are you just gonna watch me do it?"

He laughed his infectious laugh,

"I honestly prefer watching you Hazza, the way the small individual drops of sweat slide down from your forehead to your chin is just so hot. Besides walking to the gym in the first place is enough exercise for one day."

I rolled my eyes at the Irish lad. I pressed the button on the treadmill, and it started to slow down, soon enough it had stopped.

"Finally! You're done, can we go now?" Niall asked excitedly like a little kid.

"No, I'm just going to the toilet."

He pouted his lips and frowned. 

"Fiiiiiiine" he whined, "Want a Jaffa Cake?, I wanna buy some from the vending machine?" 

Niall not only acted and spoke like a little kid; he also had the diet of one.

"Niall I highly doubt the vending machines will have Jaffa cakes; we are at a gym after all."

"We'll see about that Hazza." he winked at me before skipping away to find the food.

I shook my head thinking of Niall as I walked to the locker rooms. After doing my business I heard a snicker. I looked in the mirror to see a tall, muscular, and very attractive man standing behind me.

I turned around and he came closer, now towering over me, I felt his hot breath tickling my cheek.

"Do you come here often?" he asked. His voice was deep and husky, he reeked of cigarettes.

I shook my head.

"I figured" he laughed before turning towards the door and leaving.

What's that supposed to mean? Is he calling me fat?

I rushed out of the bathroom without even washing my hands- gross I know, but I was in shock.

I'll prove him wrong. I muttered under my breath as I angrily walked back into the gym.

"Hey Harry, turns out you were right the vending machines only have dumb sports drinks and protein bars. I asked the lady at the counter and she literally asked if I wanted some carrot sticks-" he ran behind me.

I turned around and paused for a few seconds to look at him,

"Niall, I don't care! You've already eaten enough to feed an entire Kindergarten class, it's disgusting honestly." I yelled.

He looked so hurt, but I kept walking. Although I felt bad, I just wanted to show the guy from the bathroom that I wasn't a wimp.

Except that's the thing, I was a wimp. I was only 17 years old for goodness sake, why did I care so much?

I hopped onto the exercise bike and started pedalling aggressively. I could feel the sweat as it ran down my face, back, and heck I could even feel some on my legs.

I was only on for about two minutes before I started to feel unwell.

My ears started ringing, my vision blurring. There was this sharp throbbing pain in my head. My breaths were uneven, and I could feel my chest closing up. The room started swirling around the place. My head was pounding as I heard someone faintly call in the distance "Harry!" I felt an arm being placed on my back. The last thing I remember was black spots clouding my vision, as I slipped away. For those few seconds, it was like I was flying, suddenly everything went black.