All he's ever wanted was his collar bones showing, maybe even a small thigh gap, the abs of a true athlete. Anything that would make him seem more presentable. And during these five months, Louis was determined to reach his goal just in time for their next tour. And that night, as Louis sat crouched down in front of the porcelain toilet bowl, he made a promise to himself. 'I'll reach my goal, ninety-nine pounds...even if it kills me.' [TRIGGER WARNING: contains content of self-harm, bulimia, anorexia, self-hatred, etc. if any of these topics I'll trigger you please do not read. I want to make sure everyone is safe while reading my fanfiction.] Copyright © 2014, w3allshipthebullsh1t on Wattpad