Old Habits of Ana

Word Count: 1,489

Summary: Set after the ending of Fifty Shades of Grey; Ana hasn't been eating and Kate thinks that maybe the only person who can help her is the one she doesn't want to see.

Author's Note: This is my new favorite series. I am in love with Ana and Christian being in love. I hope you all enjoy xx


Forcing down the salty taste of steak had never felt so hard. It was as if her stomach was rejecting any thought of food. Ana had never felt so nauseous in her life. Leaving Christian left her.. empty almost.. But his lifestyle.. what he needed, she could never give that to him. The thought of the spankings he gave her made her cringe. How could he like hurting her like that.

Anastasia slowly forced down the bite of steak and let out an audible sigh, moving the food around her plate with her fork. Kate was doing the dishes, and her heart was breaking for her best friend. She knew Ana had struggled with anorexia nervosa in her teen years, and she noticed Ana had not been eating much, by any standard.

Kate turned off the water and dried her hands, leaning against the counter she watched as Ana toyed with her food. Her shoulders were slumped and her skin had lost color. Kate sighed and pulled a chair closer to her best friend.

Kate rested a hand on Ana's shoulder and she jumped slightly at the contact, "Ana.. do you want to go to the hospital? It helped you last time." Kate asked her. Ana's eyes went wide and she shook her head vigorously. Kate sighed, "I just want to help you Ana. Do you want to go back to therapy?" And once again Ana shook her head.

"Why did you leave him, if it's causing you this much pain. He's controlling as hell but, it's horrible to see you like this Ana. It's only been a few days and you look broken." Ana didn't say a word, she just picked up her full plate and left it on the counter before heading up to her room.

Kate pulled Ana's phone out of her bag and dialed the one person she knew Ana was going to hate her for calling.

"Ana?" Christian's breathless voice answered on the first ring.

"No, it's Kate. Grey, I think you need to fix this." He was still on her shit list none the less. But, he was probably the only person that could help her right now.

"What? Where's Ana? What's going on Kate?"

"She hasn't moved in days, Christian. I think she's falling back into her old habits. She hasn't been eating.. I think her eating disorder is coming back." Kate trailed off into a whisper. She heard Christian suck in a breath before he spoke.

"I'll be right over." And he hung up. Kate rolled her eyes at his obnoxious "goodbye" but waited in the living room for him to show up.

When the door bell rang, Kate jumped up to answer it. Christian pushed his way pasted her and scanned the living room for Anastasia.

Kate rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, "yes, please come in, Christian." He ignored the sarcasm dripping off her tongue. Her snarky comments were the least of his concerns.

"Where is she?" He asked in a harsh tone that almost made Kate flinch. His mouth was pressed in a tight line and his skin was almost white. Kate pointed down the hallway where he knew Ana's bedroom was, and he started down the hall without another word.

He opened he bedroom door without knocking. Christian's heart clenched at the sight of her. Ana was laying on her side, facing the window and wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. There were tissues crumpled on the sheets and on the floor around her bed. But what caught his attention was the plate on her nightstand. A small steak and mashed potatoes with a side of cooked asparagus. Completely untouched.

"Go away Kate." Ana mumbled into her pillow without looking behind her. Her voice was so soft, so weak. Christian felt his hands shake, he hated this more than anything. He shut the door quietly and walked around the foot of her bed, kneeing in her line of sight.

Christian sucked in a breath and bit the inside of his trembling lip. Ana's eyes were bloodshot and her nose was noticably red on her lifelessly pale skin. He wanted to reach out and gentley touch the purple bags that had collected under her eyes, but he didn't want to scare her. It was obvious she had lost weight. Her cheekbones were too defined and her tanktop showed her now protruding collarbones. Even her arms looked more slender.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him, her soft voice muffled by the pillow but she didn't move her head. Ana diverted her gaze onto his tie. "I don't want to see you right now." She told him quietly, afraid she might cry.

Christian let out a frustrated sigh. "Why are you doing this to yourself, Anastasia? Are you trying to slowly kill yourself?" He was toying with the edge of her white bedsheet to try and distract his hands from touching her. That's not what she needed right now.

"I'm just not hungry." She told him quietly, with a small attempt to shrug. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"You look as if you haven't eaten in a week, Ana. There is no way you can't be hungry." She sighed, slowing pushing her body up so that she was sitting upright, and Christian moved to his feet as well. Ana pulled the strap of her, now oversized, tank top back onto her shoulder and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Ana please," he took one of her hands in both of his. "Talk to me, baby."

She pulled her hand away and Christian could practically feel his heart drop into his stomach, "there's nothing to say."

"Why are you so distraught, Anastasia?" And this time when she answered, she looked direstly into his eyes.

"Because I miss you, Christian." She admitted, forcing back a sob that threatened to overcome her.

Christian sat on the bed next to her, taking her hand once again and this time kissing each knuckle, "you are the one who left, Miss Steele." He reminded her softly.

Ana leaned her head against his chest, listening to the breath catch in his throat and his over anxious heart beat. "I can't be what you need."

"That's not what I need baby. I need you. Not all the kinky fuckery." He said with a small smirk, remembering when she first said that, and she giggled as well. "I want to touch you softy, everywhere. I want you to moan my name. I never want to see you cry like that again, Ana. I'd give anything to avoid feeling the way I did after you left. I'll make love to you. I'll never fuck you again. It will always be love." He nuzzled his lips against her neck, placing soft kisses from the base of her throat to the shell of her ear, and back down again. Creating delightful patterns with his talented tongue.

He pulled away and moved his hands around her back to cup her backside, pulling her ge ntly on her lap so he could hold her. Kissing her forehead and rubbing up and down her spine gentely. He could feel the bones right beneath the skin of her back and that was the reminder he needed.

"Ana," he said, holding her chin up so she had no where to look but into his eyes. "You never told me you had an eating disorder."

He noticed her eyes widen briefly, before quickly composing herself. "Kate told you?" And Christian simply nodded.

She left out a long breath, "it's not something I like to talk about."

"But this is dangerous, Ana. You need help." Ana shook her head quickly, making diziness quickly cloud her head.

"No. I don't. I can control it."

"Ana please-"

"No Christian. My illness is none of your business."

"Of course it is!"

Ana raised an eyebrow, "how so?"

Christian clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, "Damn it Ana, your well being is definitely my concern."

"How?!" She demanded.

"Because I fucking love you Anastasia Steele."


Author's Note: Well thanks it for now, I may add another chapter. I will be updating more often hopefully. I've had an extremely busy life recently and I'm trying to keep everything on track.