Possibly triggering. Eating disordered thoughts.
Harry had fixed himself up to the best of his ability after his little panic attack. He had no right to ruin Disney for everyone else and agreeing to Louis’ date had seemed like the best way to atone for his earlier behaviour. Dressing comfortably but nicely and doing his hair up behind a bandanna, Harry got to his feet at the knock to the door. It was opening a moment later and Harry smoothed a hand over the front of his grey jumper. He looked presentable anyways and that’s what mattered if he was going to be hitting the town with his… his Louis. Harry held out his hand and nodded, smiling softly. ”Ready to go.”
Louis gave him a smile, lacing their fingers together and starting to lead Harry out of the hotel and towards the train station that would take them to Paris. “Have you been into the city yet? It’s pretty cool, do you wanna do anything in particular there?” he asked, swinging their arms between them both as they walked. “You look really nice by the way,” he grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to the taller boy’s cheek.
Coaxing Harry out of a Disneyland bathroom had took some effort, but once Louis had got him back to the hotel and calmed down he’d finally got him to properly agree to spending the rest of the day and the evening in Paris. With a quick check in the mirror that he looked okay (he’d actually bothered to wear his own clothes instead of stealing other people’s, since this was something he wanted to make special) and shrugging on that too bloody big denim jacket he’d already lost the receipt for, he made his way down to Harry’s hotel room and knocked once on the door before pushing the door open before Harry would have a chance to go anyway. “You ready to go dolly?”
Ether I just ruffle it up and shove some gel in or I let Harry do it if I want it to do that cool mullet thing??
As soon as Louis was done and his blood was taken away, it was Niall’s turn. Clamoring up onto the table, he sat perfectly still and behaved at his best while the doctor checked him over. There wasn’t the usual scolding for the bags under his eyes at first, and Niall felt a lot better. As long as his sleep wasn’t questioned, he couldn’t care less about this check up. The doctor mentioned taking blood instead of doing an ultra sound to check up on his liver, and Niall stuck his tongue out in protest. “Better this way I guess so I don’t have to come back,” he shrugged and held out an arm while turning to face the clock. Niall distracted himself by counting the seconds that passed by until his blood was drawn, and he shot Louis an enthusiastic smile. “See? All fine,” he chirped, but the doctor interrupted him with the inevitable lecture on the importance of a good night’s sleep before he left the room with the little vials of Niall’s blood.
After hearing that Niall was relatively fine apart from his lack of sleep, Louis gave a sigh of relief. He’d have to try and get Niall to sleep more, but at least he didn’t seem to be in any danger right now. He grinned when the doctor left the room, grabbing Niall’s arm and pressing a kiss over the plaster covering where his blood had been taken. “Glad you’re okay Ducky, the world needs all the Niall it can get,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around him in a hug.
Niall clicked his tongue at Louis while trying to suppress a smirk, and went back to watching the doctor carefully. It was one that he had seen a few times around the hospital before, but still he felt uncomfortable and looked around the room anxiously to pass the time. As soon as the man started talking however, he focused very carefully and asked dozens of questions on the technical terms being used until he understood everything completely. “Good job Lou,” he cooed, but frowned when they mentioned blood being drawn. Niall looked away, feeling slightly nauseous, even though this was nothing compared to the gore he had seen in his lifetime, and waited until they were done to turn back to face Louis. He shot him a thumbs along with a weak smile and did his best not to gag at the thought of blood.
Niall asking questions about the things being said brought the corners of Louis’ mouth curling upwards. His best friend really seemed to care what was going on - which made Louis even more glad that it was good news this time. “You can look away if you want, I have this done pretty much every time I come Ni,” said Louis, wincing at how pale Niall seemed to have gone when the doctor mentioned taking blood. Having it done didn’t really bother him any more, he’d never really been scared of needles and he definitely wasn’t after all the IVs he’d had in the past year, but he could tell was Niall didn’t feel the same. When the pressure cuff went on and the needle went into his vein, he didn’t even really flinch he’d become so desensitized. Once it was all done, he tapped Niall’s shoulder and hopped down off the exam table. “All done.”
Niall ducked his head down to hide his eyes and rubbed them self consciously. Though everyone knew that he wasn’t the best sleeper, it was obnoxious to have something clearly visible as a constant reminder. “They’re getting duller,” he lied and crossed his arms like a child throwing a fit. “Jokes on you cause I like showers far better than baths. Baths are fucking stupid,” he huffed. It was another memory that he closely associated with Ed, and he was getting to be sick of everything reminding him of the boy who wasn’t going to come back. Now, he turned his attention to the doctor to make sure that he understood every little thing that came out of the man’s mouth. “Louis stop that,” Niall scolded and tapped the boy’s swinging leg before giving him a stern look. “You’ll end up kicking the poor man while he’s trying to look you over,”
"Okay mum," said Louis with a roll of his eyes, but he reached up and gave Niall’s hair an affectionate ruffle so he knew that he was only joking. He stopped his legs swinging - the doctor would have put it down to him trying to burn calories anyway, so it was better that he stopped - directing a wink to Niall when the doctor told him which bits of his health seemed to be improving. When he got told he’d need blood taken though, he sighed, rolling up a sleeve of the jumper (he wasn’t really sure who it originally came from, he’d borrowed it that long ago) and sticking his arm out.
"I’m perfectly fine," Niall scoffed and shook his head. "Really, look at me. Besides the slight, barely noticeable bags under my eyes I am the picture of health. Also my liver is a little iffy, but barely. Haven’t got cirrhosis like everyone thought I might by now," he shrugged and followed Louis closely. The hospital was definitely not his favorite place to be, more so because of the people he had come to visit rather than his own experiences. "It’d be more like a bath than a shower, wouldn’t it?" he asked, glancing around the room uneasily and looking for a staff member in hopes that they would be getting out of there as quickly as possible.
"Barely noticeable my arse," sighed Louis, because he was sure Niall’s eye bags were a brand new shade of purple darker than anything discovered by scientists. "And nah, a shower. Just to annoy you more," he grinned, hopping up on the exam table when his normal doctor walked in. He told the doctor he wanted Niall checked over too, directing a smirk at his best friend when he received a nod and sigh in response. With that, he started letting the doctor check him over, swinging his legs where they were dangling off the bed.
As much as Niall wanted to believe Louis when he said he was getting to be healthier, he wasn’t going to let it drop until he heard from a doctor that his best friend was okay. It had always been on the back of his mind to watch out for Louis and make sure he wasn’t spiraling down again, but after the description of an eating disordered patient nearly dying from a heart attack in their sleep he wasn’t taking any chances. Somehow his worrying had seemed to turn on him though, and Louis was forcing him to get a checkup as well. It wasn’t something that Niall particularly enjoyed, especially since he had reset a lot of the process with his liver on his binge, but if it meant getting to hear the exact state that Louis was in right now then he would do it. Niall only hoped that the doctor wouldn’t comment on his sleep deprivation, because two hours a night was getting to be too much already and he didn’t know if he would be able to handle anything more than that. “You can have cuddles whenever you want weirdo, you know that,” Niall joked, with his voice still shaky from the car ride. Though he had been making progress, the fear he had to travel by car was still no where near resolved. “Alright, let’s go and see if you’re as healthy as you say that you are,” he quipped as he scrambled from the car and onto the pavement outside of the hospital.
"And if you’re as healthy as you say you are," nodded Louis, jumping out of the car and making his way with Niall across the hospital car park. He knew the hospital pretty well between having gone to see his dad at work before his eating disorder had been discovered his parents, and from the frequent hospital admissions he’d had throughout his time at Waterhouse, so once they got inside he led Niall towards the room he normally went to for his check ups. "I’ll remember the cuddles any time I want, prepare for shower cuddles," he joked.
Normally check ups filled Louis with dread - he’d get berated once again for having his BMI stay similar or even drop, get questioned extensively on when he’d purged in the last month, get told how if he didn’t do something his health would get worse - but for once he didn’t think he had anything to worry about. He already knew he’d gained (although thinking about the number he assumed he’d hit made him feel sick still), and he’d started feeling somewhat better. He didn’t get dizzy as often, didn’t feel his heart flutter as much anymore, and over all he just felt a lot healthier. That was part of the reason he’d felt okay with inviting Niall along - he didn’t think there’d be anything to scare him in this doctor’s visit. As they pulled up to the hospital he took a breath, giving Niall’s hand a squeeze from where he’d already been clutching it like they always did with car rides these days. “I want cuddles after this,” he sighed.