You're Perfect to Me

This is a Louis Tomlinson fan fiction.
Delilah is a 19-year-old college student who has been bullied all her life. She goes to Greenview University in Manchester, England. Extremely insecure about herself, she doesn't think she can do it anymore. She doesn't think she deserves to live. But that was until Louis Tomlinson came along. *Some strong language*


12. No More Secrets

"Oh my god!" Louis yelled. "What the fuck are you doing?"


I couldn't think of anything to say.


'I don't feel very well," I stuttered. How much of that had he seen?


"I don't think that's the case," he said, looking at me for an explanation.


When I didn't say anything, he said, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"


I walked out of the bathroom and sat on my bed with him following me.


"Can't you already guess everything I'm going to say?" I asked.


"Partially, but I need you to confirm them."


"Do you REALLY wanna know?" I asked, not really wanting explain anything.


He raised his eyebrows.


"Alright. I have an eating disorder. I have ever since I was 13," I answered.


Louis nodded, like he wasn't surprised.


"That's what I was guessing. Why didn't you just tell me sooner?" he asked.


"I don't know, I just don't want to walk around looking like I want a pity party."


"I can understand that. I'm sorry, but you need to start eating. I can already see what it's doing to you," he said poking my arm playfully.


"What, making me gain tons of weight? Because that's what I can see."


"GAIN weight? You're losing it like crazy! I can see almost all of the bones in your body!" He said, walking me over to the mirror.


I couldn't. All I can see is a fat girl who really needs to go to the gym.


I shook my head.


"Please don't tell anyone about this," I told him. I really don't want to get a lot of attention just because I don't eat.


""I won't, but you have to promise to start eating again. This isn't healthy."


"Louis, I can't promise that! I can't help it!"


"Yes, you can! You can't live without eating!"


"What if I don't want to?" I smacked my hand over my mouth right as this came out. Louis's eyes got huge.


"Delilah, you wouldn't..." he said reaching for my hand as I walked towards the window.


"If you asked me that a week ago, I would've said yes. My life has finally started to get better. That day when you helped me, I wasn't planning on letting myself live much longer. Shayna was making my life a living hell, and there was no reason that I should stay alive. There was no one to live for. I'm still not a secure person, and I don't think I ever will be. In fact, I'm so extremely insecure that if I was told that I was fat and ugly and that no one could ever love me one more time, my life would be over.'


Louis came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.


"Well that wouldn't apply to you, because you do have someone to live for. You do have people that love you," he whispered in my ear.


"Really? Beacuse I can't think of any," I said, looking up into his eyes.


"I do. I guarantee you that every single person in this house right now cares for you."


"I highly doubt that. No one could ever love me," I said shaking my head.


"I don't want you to tell yourself that ever again,' he said sternly.


"Well it's true. I bet you couldn't even name one person you know that could love me."


"I bet I could."


"Oh yeah? Who?" I said crossing my arms.









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