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Harry sat across from Louis at the kitchen table, picking at his salad. Louis had noticed that Harry had been losing weight, but he didn't realize just how severe it was until Harry told him that he was on a low-calorie diet.
"What? Harry, you can't be serious. You're already thinner than you should be," Louis exclaimed, shock and concern written all over his face.
Harry shrugged. "I just want to lose a few more pounds. I want to look better, you know?"
Louis shook his head. "No, I don't know. You're perfect just the way you are. You don't need to lose any more weight."
"But I feel like I do. I hate the way I look," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Louis got up from his chair and walked over to Harry, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, you're not defined by your appearance. You're so much more than that. You're a kind, caring, and talented person. Your worth is not determined by the number on the scale."
Harry looked up at Louis, tears in his eyes. "But I just can't help it. I hate myself for being this way."
Louis sat down next to Harry and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "I know it's hard, Harry. But you need to love yourself for who you are. You need to nourish your body and take care of yourself. You're beautiful just the way you are, and I love you for who you are."
Harry leaned into Louis' embrace, feeling comforted by his words. "Thank you, Louis. I'm sorry for being so stupid."
"You're not stupid, Harry. You're just struggling. And that's okay. We're going to work through this together, okay?" Louis said, giving Harry a reassuring squeeze.
Harry nodded, feeling grateful for Louis' love and support. He knew that he had a lot of work to do on himself, but with Louis by his side, he felt like he could overcome anything.