Anonymously Sweet

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 VI: Getting Help.

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Louis glanced at his mother in a hopeless state of confusion. Drying off his wet hands.

“Talk about what?” He asked, his voice was small. Nearly silent to the ears. She approached her son carefully, taking his hands in her own. Her eyes heavy and clouded with tears. Louis. Completely oblivious to why. “Mum?”

“Honey, Stand on the scale for me.” Louis went numb. His body went limp and his heart pumped faster and faster. He stared at her, shocked at the words that had just been rolled off her tongue. “Stand on the scale Louis.” She whispered closing her eyes.

“Why?” He asked. His heart was in his throat, making him feel lightheaded in a way.

“Louis, please cooperate with me and stand on the scale.” Louis felt a tear slip from his eye.

He was definitely caught now.

He retrieved the scale and stood on the deadly item, as the letters shifted. His mother staring down at them.

120.

She gasped, and screamed at the same time, covering her face and letting out the worst sobs Louis had ever heard in his entire life. Tears streamed silently down his cheeks.

“Mum…. Please don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” He begged softly. He put his hand on her shoulder, their eyes finally meeting as she fell apart even more so, wrapping her arms around her thin son. He heard his sisters staring to swarm around the bathroom. Knocking on it, asking if ‘Mum was okay’. And at that time in his life, Louis really thought he truly.

Broke his mother’s heart.

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Louis sat in a hospital room. One of those paper thin blue and white gowns they give you wrapped around his stick like sickly body. His mother in a chair as he sat on a bed. Staring at Louis, as he stared into his hands. Hoping there was some way he could get out of this, but he was officially done for.

He wanted to throw up, not for food reasons, but for his own mother.

He hated himself. He really and truly hated himself now. Not just his tummy.

And Now he wanted to kill himself.

Because he could never ever get out of this.

Nobody would ever let this go. Nobody would ever see the light in this situation. Nobody would ever understand why he did it. Why he was vomiting up his food. Why he refused to eat most nights. Why he felt this way. And now Louis was beginning to wonder why he did it in the first place, it seemed like such a good idea, but after all this. After all that weight loss, he was going to gain it all back wouldn’t he? He’d become even fatter. He’d become a malediction of the human race.

Louis’ tears streamed silently down his face. He felt the bed dip, and arms go round him, as he leaned into the touch. His mother’s touch.

“Why did you do it my sweet boy? Why did you do this to yourself?”

Her words like a faint lullaby. As the doctor, suddenly was in the room with them. Holding a clipboard. Louis silent as his mother held him like a small child. Now he was just small. A crumpled mess.

“Hello Louis.” The doctor smiled. His eyed moved to her, but his mother let him be in her arms. He didn’t reply to the doctor. Just made their eyes meet. She got the message of his silence, and continued to speak.

“Okay Louis, we’re going to take you’re vitals, then we’re going to take a look at you overall okay?” He nodded, covering his face in his mother’s sleeve. He felt his mother shrug for the doctor.

“Louis? You have to go with her now love.” He looked up at his mother and shook his head, bring with more tears. “You’ll be okay, I’ll be here when they examine you.” Louis nearly choked.

He would be examined? What is he a fruit at a farmers market? Had this gone this far?

A young Nurse took him into a room, a scale screaming out Louis name. Mocking him almost.

“Step on the scale please Louis.” He gulped, pattering across the cold floor to the scale. She came over, moving the bars, until it was balanced out. “Okay so you are…. 116.” She said hesitantly. Louis eyes widened.

“It said 120 at home.” He told her. She smiled at him, the first time hearing him speak.

“These are a more accurate form of testing Louis.” He blinked back tears of discomfort as she took his height, leading him back to the room. Flinging himself into her arms before the doctor came back in and had to ‘examine’ him. Which wasn’t much time.

Louis watched as the doctor came into view, smiling once again at Louis and his mother, then asking Louis to stand.

“Would you like your mother to stay Louis?” She asked.

“It’s up to her not me.” His mother nodded, giving the doctor the okay.

“Alright, so just remove the gown from your shoulders to your waist. And turn to face the wall so I can see your spinal cord.” She asked. He hesitantly moved the gown down. Biting his lip to contain the horror he felt inside.

He heard his mother release a tiny gasp, then the first tear fell. He hated this feeling. The feeling of ripping out his mother’s heart.

“Turn please.” The doctor asked. He turned to face her. His ribcage literally like a cage showing in his skin. So clear it made the doctor gulp.

“Drop the gown please.” He silently begged the doctor not to go that far, but she didn’t cave. He dropped the gown, hearing his mother’s muffled sheik she ran from the room in tears. He let out the sob he had been holding, suddenly feeling the doctor’s arms around him.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. You can conquer this.”

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Louis entered the coffee shop, 2 weeks after his examination. He was with Stan, whom was fully aware of his disorder. Louis had added 15 pounds onto himself, miraculously. His mother feeding him the more food than he ever had. Making him sleep regularly. He was in solitude for the first week. He had to stay in the hospital for 3 days. Had an intervention. He was still highly embarrassed with himself, but he didn’t do a thing about it. He just ate when he had to. He didn’t throw up anymore, but he thought about it.

Every. Single. Day.

Louis went up to the counter with Stan. It was early, but it was open. So not many people were there.

“Usual please, plus a tea for this boy over here.” Stan smiled with a wink. The girl behind the counter smirking at him. Not impressed with his flirty attempt, but certainly finding it entertaining. Louis began to wonder where Harry was. He was always here. Maybe at school? He seemed young enough.

As if on cue, the bell rang and a boy came running in. Purple hoodie.

Sunglasses and Beanie on his head.

Louis eyes widened as he pulled out 3 notes.

3 multicolored sticky notes.

And scribbled writings on them. He pulled off his hoodie, taking the beanie off with him.

It was Harry.

Louis mouth went agape. Harry suddenly turning around and gasping as he came face to face as a, just as shocked, Louis. His green eyes wide. Shoving the notes in his pocket and trying to cover them up with a smile.

“You’re here early.” He smiled going to fetch his apron from behind the counter. Louis grasped his wrist before he could go any further.

“It was you? The whole time it was you?” Louis asked. Harry blushed looking at his converse clad feet and biting his lip. “How did you even know?” Louis whispered. Harry sighed, pulling him in a corner, where they could talk somewhat privately.

“My best friend… Had the same deal.” He confessed. “But… She died.”

Louis’ breath caught. Staring intensely at the boy.

“I just didn’t want an innocent person to suffer like she did. And a family to get the same call.” He told him.

Before Louis could do anything else, his arms wrapped around the boy’s frame. Who hesitantly hugged back.

“I’m sorry Harry.” Louis whispered.

“It’s okay Louis. You’ll be okay.” He whispered into his ear.

They pulled apart from the hug. Both looking at each other mesmerized.

Harry leaned in and connected to Louis lips, whom apprehensively replied kissing back.

It was after a few seconds, when both boys pulled away.

Harry Blushing, Louis grinning. Harry reached into his pocket, handing Louis the note.

“You’ll be back?” Harry asked. Louis nodded, going back to Stan. Tea in hand and running off to school.

It wasn’t until Second period Louis read the note.

Healthy is the new skinny! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!

-Just The Boy Behind The Counter.

Louis smiled at the note. This boy. That Harry.

He’s just Anonymously Sweet.

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This is basically what the URL say it is. Its help. If you know someone, or you yourself have an eating disorder. Please get help. Please Please Please get help. This isn't a fake story. This really happens. PLEASE SEND LOVE TO LOUIS! I don't know if any of you have noticed, but he's pretty inseure about his tummy lately. Just saying. So just send him love. SEND LOVE TO LOUBEAR!

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