It is hot outdoors and indoors. The AC has gone in the room. Louis is sleeping after one of his morning gorges which has become a daily occurrence. Uncomfortable sleeping in his heavy hoodie and sweats, Louis has stripped off. His hoodie, t-shirt, sweats and boxers lay in a pile on the floor beside his bed. He has not been sleeping long, only just settled into a doze when...
RING-RING RING-RING
Louis peels his sticky body off the bed sheets and sits up, rubbing his bleary eyes. He had finished eating an hour ago, but his stomach still feels painfully full, probably because he managed to mount more food onto his plate at each session.
'Hello? It's Louis...'
A familiar Northern voice replied.
'Hello, it's Harry.'
'Hey, how's you?' Louis' mind was still half asleep, barely able to form full and coherent sentences. He stood up from the bed and walked around on the plush cream carpet, trying to get his body fully functioning again.
'Listen Louis, I'm low on credit and making this long distance call,' then adopting a mock dramatic voice 'TIME IS RUNNING OUT!'
Louis laughed, the imitation was terrible but he found it genuinely funny. That only added to its hilarity.
'Basically what I am phoning to say is our holiday is longer than planned.'
'What?' Louis' half asleep mind was able to register that this was an unexpected announcement.
'Something to do with rescheduling the next few weeks concerts...they're no longer next week but somewhere near the end of...'
BEEP
Crap, he must be out of credit
Louis wasn't too bothered about what Harry was actually saying, their schedule was forever being swapped around. He was disappointed that he didn't get to speak to him longer.
During the brief conversation Louis had wandered across the hotel room and was presently in front of a full length.
The reflection looking back was an average height boy, his skin shiny with sweat. His hair was stuck up at awkward angles.
What struck Louis was his body. He looked different from two weeks ago, not hugely but definitely different.
Two weeks ago, he had had a 30 inch waist, a slight tummy maybe. Louis thought maybe the gym would have been a good idea.
It had only been two weeks, but his body had softened up and grown slightly all over. He had a stomach paunch that stuck out, he could see love handles, moobs. His jaw line wasn't square and defined like before, it was soft and round. Louis was fat. In his two weeks off he had been virtually alone, and had spent almost all of his time eating. What else would he have expected?
Curious, he went into the bathroom and hopped on the scales.
'Jesus, 171 pounds!' He heard himself say.
21 pounds in two weeks. It was sort of to be expected. Using all that energy on the tour with a low calorie diet for months, then the complete opposite.
More curious than concerned about his weight, Louis went back into the hotel room and pulled some black skinny jeans out of his wardrobe, the ones he had been wearing when he arrived. For the past two weeks, all he had been wearing was loose sweats which had fitted fine, no wonder he was surprised when he looked in the mirror.
Without putting any underwear on, Louis pulled the jeans up. They slid over his shins fine, there was resistance on his thighs. Jumping a bit, he managed to get them up and over his ass.
There was substantial distance between the button and the button hole. The jeans felt uncomfortable enough as it was. He sucked in and pulled his waistband together as hard as he could.
After a moments struggle, he let go of the waistband and let go of his belly. It bulged out.
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