Harry Styles imagines

You Have An Eating Disorder

Fans. The fans. They are the people who won't stop insulting you, you had more than 100 insults on Twitter per day, and maybe 5 surpotive per week. Whether its on Twitter or just down the street you couldn't handle it. They called you many things, 'stupid', 'loser', 'ugly', 'slut'. But the most common insult, the insult that hurted you thd most, was 'fat'. You were so damn tired of that insult so you decided to do something, stop eating. You wanted to change for Harry, to look better. The only thing your mouth swallowed was a glass of pure water per day. You were starving to death and you were basically a stick. While you were starving, Harry was on tour. You wanted to surprise him and the fans with your new 'body'. You were waiting for Harry at the main 1D mansion and finally he arrived. "Y/N! babe were are youuuu" "Im heree" forcing a smile. Now, before Harry had left your body wasnt bad, it wasn't completely skinny but it wasn't fat either. Harry adored your curves. You came in and Harry had his jaw dropped open. Not precisely of happiness. "Y/N, is that you?...I mean you've lost weight, a lot of weight" "Yes its me thank you" "Yeah but not in the good way..." you glanced at him, and just went to the kitchen. It was already 1, you and Harry always ate exactly at 1 it was yours and his special time to share and...eat. "So what to you want to Y/N?" "Im not hungry" you answered. Lies, you were dying of hunger. "Y/N, Im not going to ask you again, what do you want to eat" he had a serious tone. He was only serious when he suspected that something or someone was hurting you. His jaw tightened and his fists turned into hard balls with anger. "I was afraid this would happen." he mumbled. You shed a tear. "Im sorry." was all you managed to say. "No Y/N, I'm sorry. Im sorry for not noticing before. Listen I adored your beautiful curves, I sincerely dont like stick girls, please Y/N don't listen to those idiots, you were perfect just how you were. Now please Y/N eat. If you won't do it for yourself, then do it for me." you cried on his chest and he hugged you. You sat on the table and ate all what Harry gave you. In a few weeks you got back to normal thanks to Harry. And you decided to delete your Twitter account.