Alerrie One Shots

You Are Perfect To Me! (Requested)

Summary: As all the negative comments begin to flood Perrie's social media page about her weight, it seriously affects her health to the point that she develops bulimia, Alex hasn't suspected a thing because of her habit of wearing baggy clothes to hide her tiny and fragile frame and also because of his training schedule.
(Contains eating disorders and purging)

Perrie's POV: As the food enters my mouth, sitting across from the table from my boyfriend, I feel disgusted with myself internally but externally I'm pleased and putting on a fake smile. Alex insisted on cooking dinner tonight and despite the food looking absolutely mouth-watering, my brain keeps telling me that I don't deserve to eat and immediately I have to go and make myself puke in the bathroom. This is how my mindset has been for the last 3 months and I can't stop it, I've tried everything but nothing has even changed so what's the point?
"You alright, darling? You seem dazed?" Alex asks, chuckling. "Is the food good? It's a old family recipe."

"Yeah, the food is brilliant and delicious." I lie to him, desperate for a distraction to go and purge. All the horrendous comments from that one photoshoot reenter my mind, the main cause of all this.

I ignore the demons in my head and eat some of the food, but now I 1000% have to purge. Alex collects the plates and heads into the kitchen, so I take the opportunity to head to the bathroom for the inevitable to happen.

Alex's POV: As I scrub off the food off the plates, I can hear distant sounds coming from the bathroom. I put the plates down and just follow the sounds, to hear my girlfriend throwing up in the bathroom. Is she unwell? Did my food get her sick or something? If so, I feel so bad for her. A few seconds later, she emerges from the bathroom, looking faint and light-headed.
"You alright, love? You sick or something?" I ask, frightening her slightly making me get a glimpse of her stomach. She's not purging, is she?

"Darling, you haven't been forcing yourself to be ill, have you?" I inquire, looking at her with a really worried expression.
"No, not at all. What makes you think that, Alex?" She insists, pulling her shirt down further.
"Pull your shirt up, Pez. I'm getting a little worried now." I tell her, softly but she tries to just walk past me but I hold her there. She reluctantly lifts her shirt and I am shocked to see her ribs sticking out.
"Darling... why, why are you doing this to yourself?" I ask, sadness making my voice break with emotion. "Can't you see that you are so beautiful?"

She sighs and just pulls her phone out and brings up a photoshoot picture, she looks amazing in it but the comments seem to have a very different opinion. Every single comment is filled with hatred and disgust towards my lovely girlfriend, picking her appearance apart like a toy.

"Hey... look at me." I speak softly, lifting her chin up with my finger. "You are absolutely amazing in every single way, you may not be able to see it but it's true. You are so breathtakingly beautiful that it's unreal and I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my girlfriend. I hate to see that you're doing this to yourself and you must think that there's no light at the end of the tunnel but I promise you there is and I will let nothing get in the way of you accomplishing that goal and getting better... and I will be with you every single step of the way."

And I kept that promise, as I watched proudly her every step to getting better and I am so goddamn lucky to call her my girlfriend.

(People of the world, this is a message to any of you whom may be going through a eating disorder... You are so fucking gorgeous just the way you are, I am truly sorry that you can't see how amazing you are. I really hope you get the help you need and successfully get better, remember that you are never alone and there are millions of people out there strugging. YOU CAN DO THIS!)