larry one shots

07 - fading 🪩

TW !! ED AND WEIGHT

not as much of a tw but there are minor mentions of suicide and self harm.

this is a one shot about an eating disorder and being very slim. please do not read this if you have even the slightest doubt because it can be triggering.

also i didn't realize how much this resembled the fanfic "fading" until i realized that it basically lines up the same and it has the same title. please ignore that lmao.

anyway, go read fading by @tothemoonmydear it's an amazing story but can be triggering.

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Louis was dangerous slim.

But he didn't know it.

Harry didnt know it either.

Until the first night they shared intimacy.

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Harry kisses Louis deeply, feeling himself slowly growing hard against the boy beneath him.

His hand leaves Louis' face and roams up his body, feeling the way his waist curves in deliciously.

His hand slips under Louis' jumper and it makes contact with his skin. He's ice cold. His hand roams further and he stops moving, stops kissing, just stares into Louis' eyes that are a much darker shade of blue now.

He can feel Louis' spine on his fingertips.

He can count his ribs with his fingers.

Confusion washes over Harry as he looks at the smaller boy.

Harry just silently lifts the jumper. Louis wants to protest, but doesn't. His eyes fall on Louis' concave of a stomach. His hip bones jut out just above where his pants sit.

Harry can count how many ribs are inside the boy.

He's a skeleton.

"Louis." He whispers, tears prickling his eyes. He's gone soft by now.

"I know I'm fat Harry, don't mention it." Louis says almost as if he says it every day. He grabs Harry's neck in attempt to kiss him again but Harry doesn't oblige.

He's the exact opposite of fat.

Louis tugs on Harry's arm to get him back up the bed but Harry stays still.

The first tear falls.

He doesn't even know what to say.

He doesn't have words.

So instead, he leans down and places a gentle, lingering kiss on Louis' hollow stomach.

"Louis." He says again, a little more trust in his voice now. "Why would you say that?"

"Say what?"

"You said that you're fat." Harry says quietly, tears pooling his eyes.

Louis shrugs. "Why would I lie to myself and say that I'm not?"

"Baby." Harry whispers. He grabs Louis' hands. "I don't think you're healthy."

"Yes I am." Louis protests.

Harry places Louis' hands on his own stomach. He drags Louis' fingers across his ribs and Louis is hesitant.

"What are you doing?"

Another tear falls. "Feel how skinny you are."

"Harry stop saying I'm skinny. This is all just blubber and it won't go away." Louis says, attempting at grabbing the skin on his stomach but barely grabbing anything in the end.