Bonfire

2. The Second Story

"H-how do you know?" Harry asked, to shocked to even blink his eyes.
"I just do." Liam replied calmly. They sat a while in silence, the crackling of the fire was the only sound. "Get help Harry you still have time-" Louis said and Harry promised he would.

"Hey zee, you feel better?" Harry asked the raven haired boy who had been silent ever since Harry joined them today.
"Nahh..better, I guess....the flu is a bitch..." he mumbled refuseimg any eye contact with Harry while he lied straight to his face.the same lie Harry had told a million times.
"What is he talking about Zayn?" Louis asked.
The smaller brunette was bacically swallowed up by the think blanket wrapped around him. He was shaking, this teeth slightly shattering against each other. He was cold. Very cold. Just the sight of him made Harry freez himself. The tall curly head pulled his jacket closer to himself, trying to keep the warmth his body produced. The fire in thier middle was already going down so he decided to throw another piece of wood on top. The warmth of the flames filled the air again, little pieces of embers dancing through the cold evening air . Louis next to him was just wearing a thin sweater which was somehow always wet, he also had a beanie on his head covering his hair. Only a thin string of hair was showing up in the front, covering his face. Harry would often try to offer Louis some of his cloths but he always refused. Harry was the closest with Louis out of them all, always had been, They just had a special connection from the start somehow. Harry and Louis were childhood friends... Or more like thy used to know each other. But when Harry moved away when they were sixteen they only meet again a month ago. Harry never told anyone, but he had had a really rough day back then, the day he first saw the little group of friends sitting around the bonfire in the park. Louis bacically saved his life the day he jumped back into it.
"I have some kind of the bug I guess.." Zayn answered to Louis question, ripping Harry out of his thoughts. Louis rested his head on Harry's shoulder, making Zayn the only one without a cuddle partner, but he didn't seem to care. The raven haired boy had always been more of a loner. He didn't like anyone to touch him.
"What do you mean Zayn, you don't have a bug" Niall asked confused, while Liam behind him looked sadly into his lap.
"But I saw zayn throw up right in front of me. Here, I even brought some medicine for you." harry sayed showing Zayn a bag from the pharmacy he had held behind his back till now. The raven haired boy smiled sadly. "That won't help me Hazza, but thank you for trying to help me... I guess it's just to late.."
"What do you mean?"
"Zaynie doesn't have the bug Harry.. Zayn puts his finger down his throat and then he throws up. I always tell him not to, but he can't stop..." Niall punted, showing his adorable face again.
"He-
He what? Zayn you need to get help.. It's not okay to starve yourself..." Harry warned, trying not to let his head get around the fact that he just lectured about something he was way to familiar with himself. The last meal he had was Breakfast...the breakfast he had three days ago.
"You're right Harry, it isn't.

In fact it's a sickness and Anyone who thinks about it needs to get help."
Louis sayed looking straight into Harry's eyes. The eyes that hold so much hurt and guilt.