"Pierre?!"
"Yes love?"
I start to cry harder.
He runs to me, and pulls me into a hug. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Do you really love me?"
"Of course I do, why do you-"
I point at the phone.
"Did you look at the comments?" He pulls me on his lap and starts moving back and forth.
Repetitive motions.
"Yes, not under your post, or mine, but a photo a fan made. At the swimming pool, yesterday."
He picks my phone up and scrolls through them. When he reaches the ones about my arms and how fat I am I turn my head away. I can't read them again.
"Did you read all of them?"
I simply nod. "Can you move back and forth again?" Repetitive motions.
"Of course."
After a couple minutes of comforting silence Pierre starts speaking again. "Did you do what they said?"
I know he meant the ones with start cutting again. I shake my head, I don't trust my voice now.
He hugs me a little tighter. "I'm so proud of you, I really love you. I know that you're not with me for my fame, and you're the most beautiful woman I've seen in my life. Sky Verstappen, I love you, and I'm so proud of you."
I just hug him, showing that I feel the same.
"What do you want to eat?" Pierre walks to the kitchen.
"Nothing." I mumble.
He turns around, squats in front of me and takes my hand. "Don't listen to those comments, people don't know what they're saying. You're beautiful, yes? Can you handle walking, and being in the kitchen right now?"
I shake my head.
"Okay, that's alright."
I start crying.
"Hey, look at me Sky. Breathe calm. It's completely fine, I'll just get you something. 2 crackers?"
I nod, happy that he doesn't ask for much.
He comes back with four, and I start to panic a little.
Pierre notices it. "No Sky, I thought, maybe it helps you if I'm eating too? Or doesn't it?"
I smile, and I feel so bad on the inside. He doesn't have to do this for me. "Yes, maybe, I never tried."
"Do you want to try it out?"
I nod.
"Are you not mad at me?"
"No, why would I? I'm just really proud of you."
"Because I looked at the comments."
"We all make faults Sky, you do, and I make faults too. I didn't know that they were this bad, and that they would trigger you so much."
"You didn't have to do all of this."
"What do you mean?"
"Care for me, and making sure I'm okay. You should've been restocking groceries. And didn't you make plans with Charles?"
"Groceries can wait, and I called Charles to let him know I wouldn't come. He was with Lando anyways, we would do something together."
"I'm so sorry that I ruined it for you."
"No you didn't, those comments did. Of course I stay and make sure that you're okay."
"My parents would never." I start to cry again, and Pierre pulls me on to his lap.
"Back and forth?"
I nod. Repetitive motions.
"Maybe Charles and Lando could come here to hang out." I suggest.
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RandomSky Verstappen, her brother and his friends. Trigger warning!! -Self harm -Eating disorder