Hi! I just wanted to write this just for fun! I love George and Fred. Why not write a imagine about Oliver and James? What could go wrong? I hope you all enjoy this story!
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Tw: Social anorexia, hard to breathe, stress, self harm, starving, not enough sleep and long imagine:)
A/n: Hi loves a new imagine! A James one! Don't read this if you are sensitive just so you know:). Thanks for so many readers I'm so thankful! I think this will be long. I don't have a lot to say enjoy! Love G Xx. Good to know: Y/b/s/n: Your big sister's name. Quinn Jamie Phelps: Your daughter. Quinn is five in the end and Carly is one. Carly Olivia Phelps: Your youngest daughter.
You have social anorexia which means you don't like a lot of people. Being James Phelps wife and have hard wit that is sometimes very enjoying.
Words count: 2376 ——— You and you husband for three years was about to go to his fans. James Phelps was your husband and you really loved him. It was just he was really known and you didn't like many people. But you really wanted to be there for James and meet his fans since it meant so much to him. "Love are you ready to go?" He asked you with a smile. "Yeah just one sec." You run upstairs and back a little bag with things you needed. James knew you were self harming because of your social anorexia. You really liked people you did but you didn't understand why you always got so stressed. Anyways he thought you had quit doing that but you hadn't. You just couldn't so just in case you set your pocket knife into the bag. "Love we need to go now!" James screamed from down stairs. "I'm coming." You said and run down the stairs. "Well then we now we go." "Yes indeed." You said and you went to your and James car. "My lady!" James said and opened the door. "Well thank you mr Phelps." "No worries mrs Phelps." James sat in the driver's seat and drove away. "I'm nervous." You said. "Don't you worry love everything will be just fine. Just breathe with me okay?" "1234 good job now again 1234. Do you feel better?" You breathe with him. "Yes thank you James I love you." "No problem my love I'm always here to help! I love you too darling!" Then he parked the car and went out to open tryout door. "My lady." "You know that you don't need to do that every time right?" You said lathing. "What can I say I'm a gentleman." He said and smiled widely. "Oh shut up." You said lathing. "Just if you kiss me." He said smirking. "Alright." You said and kissed him sweetly on the lips. "Wow I can't believe I still feel fireworks when we kiss." James said with a smile. "You know you aren't the only one I feel it too my love." He smiled sweet at you which you returned even if you were scared and stressed. "Let's go my love." He said and lead you to the back of the stage. "Are you sure you will be okay?" He asked friendly. "Yes James go out there now! I love you!" "I love you too my love." He gave you one last kiss before he was heading out to the stage. As fast as James left your stress got worse. You were really stressed and had hard to breathe. Please say that James couldn't come to you. But you know that he couldn't. "Mrs Phelps do you need anything?" One that worked there asked. "No- emmh we're is the toilet?" "To the right." She said and pointed. "Thanks you." You said and tried to breathe. Then you got to the toilet and went in and looked the door. You began crying because of your hay stress and social anorexia. You pulled out the knife form your bag. And started to cut deep into your skin making you sob. You know there was a better way to not have that much stress and social anorexia but to you this was the easiest way. You continue to cut deep into your bare skin. All that blood pored out of your arm.
