I was sitting in the kitchen, and louis and zayn were asking me some random questions. They seemed like best friends, laughing with me, making jokes. Louis is the funny one, I guess.
"What's your favourite thing to eat?" Zayn asked me. My body became stiff. Arent they gonna feed me now? I swear I'll throw up again! I feel sick even with the mention of food. But then I heard louis clear his throat, making my head turn to him. He shook his head at zayn and then it was silent.
"I dont have much choices when it comes to food." I still answered, a bit dazed as I don't really like even talking about food. I dont even know why! What's with food? Its just a topic we're talking about! But no, my brain's got to make it a big deal.
"Its okay, we dont have to talk about it." Louis said, keeping his hands on the back of my hand, giving assuring presses. Zayn also smiled at me.
I felt like crying. This is too much. First, he brings me here, making me all nervous. Then, they ask me about eating, they should know I dont eat much. I barely could afford a proper meal for a day, so i skipped it. I ate somewhere in 2 days. That was my habit by now. But louis stopping zayn from asking that, made my heart swell up. I owe so much to that guy. He is so good. I don't even deserve this.
"Its okay, love. No one is going to force you to eat. Okay?" Louis said, grabbing my hands and rubbing circles with his thumb. I gulped down the bile in my throat and sniffed back the coming tears.
"Yeah, I'm sorry." Zayn said looking at me. I was too dazed to make up words so I just nodded.
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Strong As Hell, Brave As Fuck || L.S.
Hayran Kurgu"And always remember, strong as hell?" "I-I'm too weak f-for this." "Strong as hell?" "B-brave a-as fu-fuck."
