Louis Tomlinson Sickfics

Let Him Go..

Louis' POV

I sit alone in mine and Harry's flat, thinking about absolutely everything.

I had been crying a lot that day.

Harry was at work and left me alone, as usual without a hug or goodbye.. nothing.

I text him and it's simple "hey.. what did you want for dinner? x"

His short reply comes back "don't care."

I toss my phone aside and pull my knees to my chest.

My own stomach grumbles lowly and I look out the window.

I decide to curl up on the couch and put my sad playlist on my phone and press play.

I look at my wrists and the tears fill my eyes, it's been a few nights since I last cut and I'm itching to do it. But Harry took my things away.

I hear my phone beep and I sigh soft

"I'll bring home KFC, what you want?" Harry.

I look at my "fat stomach" I really didn't need anything.

"Just hey what you want, I'm alright, thank you though." I text back.

As usual, I'm left on read.

"I need more pills." I text a few minutes later.

"Well I'm on my way home.. can it wait until morning when I go back to town?"

I sigh soft, another sleepless night.

"Yeah."

Read.

I turn my phone off and go to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Fucking fat.." I whimper.

I take the scale out from under the sink and step on.

121 pounds. I gained weight. 2 pounds to be exact.

Tears once again fill my eyes as I lean down over the toilet and gently put two fingers down my throat and gag.

I make myself sick until I see blood and then I know I should stop, even though I don't want to.

I shakily stand up and walk back out to the living room and curl up on the couch.

I turn on the tv and just out on a random show.

I fall asleep and next thing I know Harry is home.

Harry's POV

"Lou.. babe?" I run my fingers through his hair, he's been sleeping so much.

His eyes flutter open.

"Got you a chicken sandwich." I say gently and notice the fear in his eyes.

"N-n-no thank you." He says soft, but I notice the loud rumble from his stomach.

"What's wrong love?" I ask and sit next to him.

He shakes his head "no I'm okay.."

Lies..

He gets up and goes to the bathroom, locking the door.

I sigh soft but I know I took out all the sharps.

I get my dinner and heat it up, going to sit on the sofa to eat.

I hear a loud bang and I run down the hall.

"LOUIS?!" I scream, worried.

No response.

I kick the door until eventually it swings open and he's laying on the floor, passed out, a toilet full of vomit.