Still Harry's POV
(Most POV's will be Harry's and Zayn's)

"Harry," Louis said, "I'm going to go to the mall with Liam and Niall. Would you like to come?"

"No thanks," I said, "I'm going to head to the gym."

Louis nodded, "alright, but remember only for an hour."

"When am I going to be able to go for longer?" I whined.

"As soon as the doctor gives you permission," he explained, "she said it should be soon."

"Fine," I grumbled.

Louis laughed and pecked my lips. Then, after a quick 'goodbye' he walked out of the flat. I waited until he was gone to go to my bathroom. Louis hadn't checked my body for cuts for a couple weeks, trusting me with my razor. I carefully disassembled my razor and pulled my sweats down. It had been awhile since I had cut, but I needed it now. Sliding the blade across my skin I could feel all of my tension release. Nothing mattered, but the pain. 5 cuts later I was ready to go to the gym. After stopping the bleeding and pulling my sweats up I hid my disassembled razor in a bag in my bathroom. Grabbing my keys, phone, and headphones, I locked the flat and headed to the gym.

***2 Hours Later***

I stepped into the flat and set my keys down. Yeah, I had been at the gym longer than I was supposed to, but Louis had sent me a text saying he was wondering around town with Liam and Niall so he'd never have to know. Besides it was better than 4 hours. I looked at the clock and noticed it was almost time for lunch. I'm not allowed to skip meals, but that doesn't mean I have to eat anything big. Grabbing an apple I sat down on the couch and got on my laptop. I looked around twitter for awhile and soon I had tears streaming down my cheeks.

Harry_Styles I have anorexia too, or should I just say I have anorexia. You used to be my thinspiration. Now you're just a fat blob.

Harry_Styles I think you're gonna have another heart attack- this one from eating too MUCH.

Harry_Styles You're such an attention whore! No real anorexic would ever consider gaining so much weight. Fatty!

I logged out of twitter. I couldn't take anymore and those were just a few of many comments. Now, they weren't all from today. They were over the course of the last week, but there were still more than I was used to. My mind once again told me I needed to lose weight. But, how was I going to do this? I remembered something called pro ana. I heard about it from a girl I met while at the hospital. Without thinking I got onto tubmlr, not even sure why I picked that website, and typed in pro ana. Lots of blogs popped up, but one stuck out. The owner of the blog was under the name Zayn Malik. I wasn't sure if that was for real or not, but I had to find out. I clicked on his blog and started reading one of his entries. It was from this morning.

Hello and good morning fellow ana's,

Where do I begin? Well, I'm officially under 140. 138 to be exact, although I'm still just a fat blob. Oh well, Ana and I can fix that. This morning I saw Harry getting dressed, don't think like that you perverts, and he couldn't even fit in his clothes. I used to be so envious when I saw him. The way his ribs stuck out so sharply and the way his stomach concaved in. Now, though, I'm actually on my way to being skinnier than him and he thinks he's fine with being 160, yes 160, because he's recovering. You know what I have to say to that? Bullshit! He's not happier. I could tell by the way he ran to the bathroom as soon as I walked away. It's just a matter of time before he comes back to our best friend, Ana. But forget that for now. After that little incident the rest of the boys offered me breakfast. I can't believe they actually did that. But then again, why not? I've given them no proof that they need to be worried about my eating habits. So, I simply told them I had chocolate chip waffles in the freezer of my flat calling my name. Of course, that isn't true. I would never think about keeping such sugary food in my flat. Well, I think that's about all for now. I'll post more soon. Goodbye and stay skinny.

What the hell! So it is Zayn's account. I couldn't believe I just read that. It did, however, give me some motivation. I realized I'm tired of being fat. I'm tired of eating what's put in front of me. Most importantly it made me realize I miss Ana so dearly and that I need her back. I walked/jogged to Zayn's flat. When I got there I could hear some noise. I hope he doesn't have people over.

"Hey Harry," Zayn smiled, opening the door.

"Hey mate," I said quickly, "are you alone?"

"Yeah come on in," he said.

I followed him in to his flat. I noticed a treadmill and elliptical, both of which were obviously fairly new. Zayn sat on the couch and I followed his lead, wincing when I felt the couch sink beneath my weight.

"So what's up curly?" Zayn laughed. Wow just this morning he wouldn't even smile.

"I saw your blog," I stated.

Zayn paled, "what do you mean?"

"I saw your pro ana blog," I told him.

"Oh," he looked angry, "if you're here to tell me to stop and try to recover like you then you should just leave now because I'm not stopping. I'm not even underweight yet and I sure as hell am not stopping until I am, if I even stop then."

"I wasn't going to make you stop," I smirked, "I was going to say I'm in."

"What do you mean 'I'm in'?" He looked confused.

"I mean," I said, "how do you feel about being ana buddies?"