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(ELLA'S POV)

I laying on my bed, scrolling through the beautiful tops that would look horrible on me. I feel like everything I wear is ugly on me, even beautiful tops. It's because I ruin them. Everything I touch gets ruined. I ruin everything. Aaron lays down next to me and peeks at my phone. He pulls me closer to him. He wants to buy them for me. "I'm not buying anything" I say. He frowns. "Why not? I'll pay. You know how much I love to spoil you" he says, placing a kiss on my cheek. "I won't look good in any of them" I tell him. He frowns.

He pulls me even closer to him, my head laying on his chest. "Nonsense, you'd make the tops look even better than they already do" he says. I roll my eyes. "Don't say stuff like that" he tells me. "I only tell the truth" I say. He kisses me on my head. "I'll buy them all for you" he says. I look up at him.
"What? Aaron no. That's over 300 dollars"
"I don't care. I want to show you how 'bad' they'll look on you" he says.

He took the phone from my hand and buys all of the tops. It was way over 500 dollars. It didn't seem like he cared. It took about 2 weeks for the clothes to arrive. I'm holding the boxes in my hand. I walk into the bedroom which Aaron is sitting in. I drop the boxes on the bed. He looks up from his book. "This is all the tops" I say. He closes his book. "They will look great on you. Why don't you try them on?" he says. I open one of the boxes and take a top out. I go to the bathroom and change. It's hard to describe the top

It's a tight cropped black tube top but with sleeves? Black flowy sleeves with red roses on them attached to the back of the top.(ANY ARTISTS THAT CAN TRY TO DRAW THIS ON HER??) It shows how fat I am. I stand for too long, staring at my waist. "Hey, are you okay in there?" Aaron asks me from outside the bathroom. "I don't want to come out" I say. "Why not?" he asks. I sigh. "I look fat" I say. "You aren't fat. You are gorgeous. Don't hide your beauty from me" he tells me. I smile and open the door. He looks down at my top. "Wow" he says. I tilt my head. "You like?" I ask. "I love" he tells me. He pulls me closer by my waist. "I told you you would look gorgeous. Oh my god I can barely look at you" he says. I smile at him. "You're just saying that" I say. His eyes meet mine. "You know I can't lie to you" he says.

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