This is going to be a new story about Harry having an eating disorder and Louis helping him.
Includes Larry and the rest of the sexy, lovely boys :)
Nobody's POV
Harry Styles never thought he would be that type of person to worry about what other people thought about him. He used to be that type of boy who was carefree and loving life. He never had insecurities, or never felt ashamed of who he was. He never felt fat, useless, like a waste of space.
Sure, he had it all. He was famous, got to travel around the world with four of his best mates, and even roomed with a sexy man. But sometimes, fame can be cruel. People can be cruel. It hurt him to see hate comments from people who hated him for no reason. Every time he sees a hate comment, he always wonders," What have I done to make you hate me?"
So that's basically why he sits kneeling over a toilet, wiping the vomit from the corners of his lips. He wonders what his parents would think if they ever knew about this. What his sister would think. Management, their fans, the boys, Louis? Would they care that he was slowing dying inside each day feeling not good enough to be part of something so amazing.
He's never good enough.
Harry's POV
I grabbed my phone from where it was seated on the treadmill, continuing my jog. I checked my messages, seeing I got one from Louis.
Boo Bear:
Where are you sweetcheeks?"
I laughed at his little pet name, quickly telling him I was at the gym and sending it. I noticed I got a few notifications from Twitter, so I opened it and read my mentions.
MissB!tch2090: hes not even talented why da hell is he in the band anyway? Harry_Styles
ProudDirectionater5: I just want to strangle him whenever he opens his mouth and sings Harry_Styles
MaliksWifeLoves1D19: I love this band to bits, but Harry_Styles just has to go. He's only pulling them back.
I put my phone back on the top of the treadmill, wiping my eyes quickly when I heard the front door of the gym open and close. I looked up to see Louis, Niall, Zayn, Liam, and Danielle, smiling brightly at me. I grinned back, turning off the treadmill and jumping off. I quickly read how much miles I ran, which was eight. I smiled proudly, feeling confident of myself.
"Hey guys." I greeted them, giving Danielle a small hug, who handed me a plastic container. I gave her a questioning look, raising my eyebrow.
"It's food. Eat it." She said smiling warmly at me. I gulped and looked down at the container.
"I'll eat it if you don't want it." I jumped slightly when I heard an Irish accent whisper in my ear.
"Jesus Christ, Niall! You already ate a whole plate of food. Let Harry eat it." Louis scolded, earning agreeing nods from Liam and Zayn. I laughed lightly, giving Niall the food.
"It's okay. I already ate." I lied, giving them a reassuring smile.
I needed to be perfect. Not just for me, but for Louis.
Yeah, it's short. I wanted to know if I should continue it. So please, review and tell me what you think. If I get 5 reviews I'll update it tomorrow. Also, check out my tumblr. I'm new so there's not much to see. But I'm going to start writing stories there too. Again, review and give me feedback :)