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Warning: This story has a plotline based on males suffering from bulimia. It is highly triggering, and may cause discomfort with some readers. Please take caution.

Part III: The Note

Louis was once more dragged into the stupid café once more. Stan complaining he was “Dying for another cup of coffee.” As they walked home from school. Louis of course, didn’t have a choice. But he was more worried about becoming sick again. Stan pushed the boy, despite his complaining, up to the chocolate and latté colored counter. A boy, curly hair and piercing green eyes stood behind the counter. Green apron hanging loosely round his neck.

“How may I help you?” Louis’ breath caught. The boy was overall, beautiful. In his eyes at least.

He’s also thin you unlike you.

He dismissed the voices in his head, as Stan brought him back to reality. Listing his chocolate infused drink, along with Louis’ Yorkshire intimidation. He really did like the tea. But with the additives ad all those other things? It was the difference between an inch around his waist, or a centimeter.

Louis couldn’t help but notice the boy in the apron. He was looking over Louis. Like he was a helpless muskrat and the boy was a hungry fox. Suddenly as their eyes met, the boy turned his face away, heavy blush on his face. He shuffled off to the java machine. Louis was confused, but smiling.

“He seems interested in you mate.” Stan snickered. The blushing boy, shakily making their drinks. Louis’ grin became larger and larger, every time he saw those bright jade eyes peering back at him, his cheeks growing cherry every time their eyes met. Louis chuckled, going to fetch an area for the boys to sit. Stan appeared moments later. Tea and his ‘High Calorie Concoction’ in hand.

Louis sipped on his tea, trying to avoid his feeling of guilt and discomfort rising in his tummy. Or was that something else?

Louis please don’t get sick. Not here.

“This is so good! You have to try a bit Lou.” Stan’s grin was wide. Louis’ heart raced. He was already feeling a bit sick, could he bare it.

It has so many calories

Louis’ mind thoughts were running ramped.

“I’m not sure Stan.” Louis answered timidly. Stan slid his drink to his mate across from him.

“Just a sip. It won’t kill you!” Louis gulped. Attaching the straw to his lips and sipping the liquid down his throat.

In moments Louis scrambled up, racing to the bathroom. He really couldn’t keep it down!? He was so angry with himself.

YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT LOUIS!

He raced into a stall, locking the door. Collapsing to his knees and letting that small sip, become absolute hell for him and his stomach. He heard banging on the door.

“Louis? Louis are you alright?!” Stan asked panicking on the other side of the wall.

Louis continued to choke up the contents of his stomach. There was barely a scrap of food in there! How was he this sick. Louis warily opened the door for Stan to see the weak boy, crumpled up in a mess of sickness on the ground. Stan grimaced at the smell of his friends vomit. He flushed the toilet, picking up his friend off the floor, and letting him lean weakly on him.

“Was it the drink?” Stan asked. Louis moaned in reply. His stomach completely dry and empty. He didn’t think he had anything left in him after that. Stan walked him back to their table. Gathering their things. People giving Louis and Stan odd looks to why they had booked it for the bathroom. To why Louis was so pale and bleak. Why Stan was furiously gathering their school books while Louis had his head on the table. Looking nearly dead.

That was how weak he was.

Stan sat down for a moment. Looking at his blue eyed, slightly crying, best friend. Yep, Louis was crying a bit.

Fat pig can’t even keep his food down.

Louis sniffled.

“Louis, just drink a bit of tea so your throat won’t go raw. You need something in that tummy of yours.” Stan joked. Louis gazed at him.

Even Stan thinks you have a tummy.

Louis gulped, moving his mug towards himself, picking up the cup, slowly bringing it to his bitter tasting lips. As Louis set the cup down he noticed a note.

I sure think you’re beautiful Lou

Louis’ eyes widened. He stared at Stan, baffled.

I sure think you’re beautiful.

I think you’re beautiful

Think you’re beautiful

You’re Beautiful.

Louis looked all around the coffee shop. Nobody was watching him. Stan was with him. Who was catching on? Was it that obvious? Who thought he was beautiful? How did they know? Maybe they didn’t know. Maybe it was an accident to have it on his table. But It said Lou! Whom else could be named Lou and be sitting by him?

Nobody.

There were only a few people in there! Himself, Stan, The workers, A old couple in the corner, some skateboarder guy and his girlfriend, and a construction crew.

Who would’ve known?

“Did you put this here?” Louis asked Stan. His hands trembling. Stan looked at him perplexity circling his eyes.

“Put what where?” Stan asked absolutely lost.

“This note.” Louis added, his voice barley a whisper. Stan shook his head.

“I was with you, what does it say?” Stan asked, sipping the last bit of his coffee before he took his sick friend home.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Louis sighed. Stan nodded, helping his friend up, escorting him out of the café .

Louis slept away the night once more. His mother pressuring him to eat, but he just ended up getting sick. However his dreams were vivid.

Dreaming of someone finding out his secret, sending him to some sort of mental institution and never getting out until he was the size a watermelon. Then coming out of the institution, having people laugh at him. His friends calling him fat. In his dreams, Stan even called him names. He had dreams of over eating. Eating until his heart popped with sugars and candies.

He awoke from the horrendous dream. Sweat beading down his forehead. He instantly got up, even if it was 2 in the morning. He went into the bathroom. Vomiting up his food to make sure that, that horrible nightmare would never.

And Louis meant never, come true.

Louis rinsed his mouth out to rid the taste of his purging in his mouth. He truly hated that taste. He glanced at the scale in the corner.

Stripping off his clothes, he took the daring step onto his scale. Closing his eyes and hoping he was less, he looked down to see the number.

124.

Louis smiled sighing contently to himself.

6 pounds.

He lost 6 more pounds with purging. He was ecstatic. He loved being thin. He loved seeing his bones. All those people who think its wrong, they don’t know what it’s like. They’ve never done it.

Louis redressed himself going back into his room. Laying in his bed sheets, but feeling a crinkle underneath his left arm. He turned to see what it was.

I Sure Think You’re Beautiful Lou

Louis gazed up at his ceiling.

Who thought that? Could he had made someone happy for a chance?

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The fat that this blew up in like 6 hours makes me smile IF ONLY WATTPAD WOULD LET ME SEE THE READS GOD DAMN IT!