Harry's POV
Waking up I expected to feel my amazing boyfriend's body pressed up against me. Sadly that wasn't the case. I sighed getting up, noticing that the dizziness was officially gone. I had finally reached my starting weight, 160, and I was actually happy, somewhat. Not quite comfortable going downstairs in only my boxers I grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans. I yanked the shirt over my head and was instantly uncomfortable with the tightness. I slipped it off and looked at the size. Small. Well, that wasn't going to work anymore. I was bothered by the fact that a shirt that would have fit 8 months ago wouldn't fit now, but then again 8 months ago I was close to death. I grabbed a baggy shirt and put in on, satisfied. Grabbing my jeans I attempted to slide them on. It didn't exactly go as planned. The jeans slid up but absolutely refused to button. I frowned and tried to drown out the nagging voice in my head that told me I was fat. Pushing that to the back of my head I pulled on a pair of sweats and walked towards the hallway. I saw Zayn standing in the doorway smirking. That's weird.

"Good morning Zayn," I smiled, but he didn't return it.

"Looks like someone's a little too big for their clothes," he taunted. What was he playing at?

"Well, those were the clothes I wore when I was at my lowest weight so I suppose it's a good thing they don't fit," I said.

"You don't really believe that do you?" Zayn actually laughed, "I mean, are you really that stupid?"

"What do you mean am I really that stupid?" I exclaimed, getting angry.

"I mean," Zayn smirked, "that when you were under 100 you were actually starting to look good. Now look at you. You're back to being a big blob."

"What's gotten in to you Zayn?" I asked, "I thought you were supportive of me trying to recover. Would you rather I die?"

"I don't know Harry," he said, "but if it were up to me I'd rather die skinny than live fat."

My jaw dropped open as he gave me one last smirk before walking towards the living room. I went into my bathroom and began examining myself. I slipped my shirt off and noticed the fat that had accumulated there. The rolls were back and, let's just say, they had brought their friends. My arms had inches of flab hanging from them and it was absolutely disgusting. Even my back had developed an unhealthy layer of back fat. I slipped my shirt back on and let a few tears slip down my cheeks. Zayn was right. I was just a big blob, but how was I going to fix it with Louis breathing down my neck all the time. Sure, he had gotten slightly less protective and he even trusted me when I said I already ate, but he was still very protective when it came to my, now, every 3 month appointment at the doctor. Then I thought about Zayn. I don't know why, but he's always the guy I feel like I leave out. He kind of just does his own stuff and stays away from me and what I'm doing. Come to think of it I couldn't think of the last time I actually saw Zayn eat. How had I never noticed that before? Then again, maybe I was reading into this too deeply. Maybe I'm acting like an idiot. I guess I'll just wait and see.

"Harry," Louis entered the bathroom, "Liam and Niall made breakfast. Care to join us?"

Even though he said it like a question I knew I didn't have a choice. I sighed.

"What about Zayn?" I asked.

"He went back to his flat," Louis explained, "he said he had some chocolate chip waffles in his freezer that were calling his name."

I laughed slightly. I guess I was reading too much into this. Zayn isn't anorexic. He's just skinny. I should know that there is a big difference. Yet, I actually feel kind of disappointed. I don't know why, but if Zayn had been anorexic I could have gone over to his place and pretend I'm eating there. Wait a minute Harry! You don't want to go back down that road. You almost died. You're damn lucky you're still here. But I couldn't deny that deep down I was disappointed that Zayn wasn't anorexic. Was that really a sick thing to think?

"So, are you coming Harry?" Louis asked again.

"Yeah," I frowned, "I'm coming."

I followed Louis into the kitchen where Niall and Liam were sitting at the table with their chairs pushed together and laughing. I grabbed a plate of eggs and bacon and sat down at the table with Louis. Louis scooted his chair close to mine and I did the same, imitating Niall and Liam. I pushed the eggs around, occasionally taking a bite, so it looked like I was eating more than I was. I ribbed the bacon into small pieces, only eating two bites. The rest was hidden under the eggs. It had gotten to the point where if I didn't finish a meal it was okay. I was even allowed to lose a couple pounds without anyone freaking out, but if I started to show signs that I was relapsing Louis would immediately begin to watch me like a hawk again and trust me, it sucks when that happens. But, none of that even mattered really because I'm not relapsing. I'm just monitoring what I eat. No one ever said I couldn't monitor what I eat. They just said that I couldn't go on a diet. I got up and dumped my, almost full, plate into the garbage can. Niall whined about how 'he would have eaten eat'. I just laughed and set my plate in the sink, thanking Liam and Niall for breakfast.

"Are you sure you even liked it?" Niall laughed, "You hardly at any of it?"

Liam and Louis didn't find this as funny as Niall did. No, scratch that, they didn't find it funny at all.

"Harry Styles," Louis said, in his 'you sure as hell better not lie to me' tone, "are you relapsing?"

"What!?" I exclaimed.

"Are you relapsing?" Liam repeated, for Louis.

"You guys," I sighed, "you know I'm allowed to not finish meals. Just because I don't finish one meal doesn't mean I'm relapsing."

"I'm sorry love," Louis' eyes softened, "I just get so worried about you. You'll never know how scary it was seeing you at 95 pounds. You looked like you were going to die any second and then you go and have a heart attack, not that it's your fault, but the point is I worry about you."

I smiled at Louis and held out my arms. Louis walked into them and wrapped his arms around me. I felt self-conscious considering the fact the he had his hands on my back fat, but the second his lips crashed on to mine everything disappeared. Nothing mattered but Louis and I. I didn't need anorexia. I was perfect the way I am and I'm happy to be recovering. I'm never going to relapse even if I find out Zayn is anorexic because I don't need Ana anymore. At least, that's what I thought.