Broken

chapter 8

Chapter 8

"Harry!" Louis yelled, "Simon is here."

"Coming," Harry muttered.

He walked into the living room and saw Louis and Simon staring at him. When Simon caught a glimpse of Harry his jaw dropped. He knew Harry had lost weight, but he looked sick and he had at least three layers on. Who knew how skinny he really was. Simon took a minute to compose himself and stepped forward to hug Harry. Harry tensed as the older mans arms wrapped around his, all too tiny, body. Simon pulled away, frowning.

"You ready Harry?" He asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Harry sighed.

He muttered a 'good bye' to Louis and then followed Simon to his car.

"So," Harry asked, once seated in Simon's car, "where are we going?"

"Well," Simon smiled, "I thought we could go out for lunch at Olive Garden."

At the word lunch Harry visibly pale, if it were possible for his to get anymore pale.

"Okay, but I'll just watch," Harry shrugged, "I just ate."

"Did you really, Harry?" Simon asked, "Be honest with me."

"Yes I did," Harry lied, his jaw clenched.

Simon just nodded. The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Harry got onto twitter and was shocked to discover that his fans agreed with his band mates. A lot of them were posting photos with captions that read, 'Harry Styles anorexic?" and "Dieting to the extreme.' Harry clenched his jaw again and got off twitter. What do they know? They probably just want to make me fatter than I already am. Hmph, some fans. Just as Harry was about to tweet a very angry message the car stopped, stopping him.

"Ready Harry?"

"Yeah," Harry replied, getting out of the car slowly.

At this point nothing could rid him of the dizziness completely, but the slower he got up the better. Simon gave him a sympathetic look, confusing Harry. What did Simon know? What had the boys told him? He knew this was probably and intervention of some sort, but he wasn't sure how much the boys had told him. His palms were beginning to sweat. This was not good. Harry followed Simon into the restaurant and a waitress showed them to their table.

"Can I start you gentlemen out with some drinks?" She asked, giggling slight. It was obvious she knew who she was talking to, but she was very composed and professional.

"I'll take a pepsi," Simon smiled.

"Okay," she said, "and what about you, sir?"

"Uh, I'll just have water," Harry mumbled.

"Alright," she said, "I'll go get your drinks and give you some time to decide on what to eat."

Harry opened the menu, in an attempt to keep his gaze away from Simon. He had to think of a way to get out of eating or at least eat something small, like a salad. No, no salad. You have 2 more days of fasting. If you eat now you'll be ugly and fat forever. No one will ever want you if you eat. Say that you're beginning to feel sick. You do look pale so that should help.

"Have you gentlemen decided?" The waitress asked, setting their drinks in front of them.

"Yes," Simon said, "I'll have the chicken parmesan."

"Excellent. And for you?" She asked, looking at Harry.

"I actually have a bit of a dodgy stomach and-"

"He will have the same as me," Simon interrupted.

"But I-"

"No buts," Simon sighed, "I'm sure you will get your appetite back when you see the food."