HEYYYY, I just wanted to include a short chapter to tie everyone over until I can write again, I'm super busy the next 2 weeks so it won't be till then xx
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———HARRY'S POV———
Louis' been at the recovery clinic for 2 weeks now, he's halfway there. 2 more weeks to go until he can come home. I've been allowed to take him out today so we're going to go to the park for a picnic. He says he's been doing well, eating properly, not throwing up, he hasn't even thought about self-harming, I think we're finally through the storm and it's smooth sailing from here. The checkout chick brings me back to reality as she rings up my total for the makings for today's lunch. £19.50. Handing over £20, I pick up the bag of groceries and head to the car where Niall is waiting, just because he felt like tagging along.
"Soooo, what did ya get?" He asks playfully. I don't even know why he wanted to come so bad when all he did was sit in the car anyway, he's kinda like a puppy this one, always needing attention.
"See for yourself" I tell him, placing the bag on his lap.
"Ooh fancy shmancy" he jokes, pulling out the bottle of wine.
"Oh get off it Horan, it was only £10, it's not a proper picnic without a wine to pair with the cheese".
I turn the car on and head to the exit of the parking lot, pulling onto the road. It's sunny outside, barely a cloud in the sky and I can't wait to take my love out.
———LOUIS' POV———
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap the towel around my waist and wipe the condensation off the mirror, unable to help but inspect my body in the reflection. I've put on weight. 13 pounds to be exact. 13 pounds in 2 weeks. It's a lot. The doctors say at the start it's mostly just water weight but it doesn't feel like it, it feels like fat, and I don't like it. Already, I notice my cheeks aren't as sunken in and my stomach isn't as concaved, my arms also aren't as stick like. I know I'm still quite underweight and that I'm still expected to put on at least 22 more pounds. Unwrapping the towel, I use it to dry my body, freezing when I see the door open.
"Jesus Christ Luke, ever heard of knocking" I curse, scrambling to put the towel back around my waist.
"Not my fault you don't lock your doors" he retaliates, closing the bathroom door and winking at me so I can get changed.
Fully clothed, I step out of the bathroom and put my clothes into the hamper.
"I'm so excited, Harry is taking me out today" I beam, trying to imagine what he has planned for us.
"Well don't get too excited, at least not while I'm here, don't want a repeat of what happened last time" he laughs, always teasing me.
"Shut the fuck up idiot" I grin, grabbing the pillow out from under him and smacking him across the head with it. He laughs and grabs the other pillow off the bed and starts to hit me back. I can't help but think about how childish were being, girly even, with our pillow fight. As if reading my mind, he drops the pillow and charges at me, trying to get me onto the ground. However, I've gotten stronger and am putting up a fight. My foot gets caught on the rug and I fall backwards, slamming my head into the ground beneath me, pulling Luke down too.
I groan in pain, grabbing my head. Luke the cheeky cunt slams his hand over his mouth, clearly trying not to laugh.
"Holy fuck I'm so sorry" he tries to squeeze out as naturally as possible but I can hear the chuckles desperate to escape.
"Ow cunt" I swear and he bursts out laughing and his laugh must be contagious because I start laughing too.
After a hot minute we both finally calm down and I notice he's still on top of me, I'm frozen beneath him for a moment, not sure where to move all I can focus on is our laboured breathing. Before I know what to do, he lowers himself down and presses his lips to mine.
Pushing him off me, I back away from him.
"You can't do that" is all I manage to get out, too shocked to form a proper sentence.
"I'm so sorry" he mumbles as he picks himself up, racing out of the room. For a couple more moments, I just sit there, contemplating what the fuck just happened, slowly getting up to close the door. The door doesn't respond when I try to push it closed and I assume there's something blocking it. I open the door to see what's in the way, and down on the floor, is a picnic basket.
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Fanfiction'You're such a fat pig' reads a tweet aimed at Louis. "Thanks I know, that's why I don't eat and when I do I throw it up" I think to myself. ------- "Why isn't Louis his happy go lucky normal self anymore" I think to myself worriedly. "I'm going to...
