Prod’s P.O.V
I peered into the bedroom to see (Y/N) stood in front of the mirror looking at her body. She pulled up her baggy shirt and turned to the side pinching her stomach. She let go of it and started poking her hips. I sighed and walked into the room. She immediately dropped her shirt and looked at me through the mirror. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her resting my chin on the top of her head. “Baby, your beautiful, your face is beautiful and your body is beautiful” She sighed and looked down avoiding eye contact. “I thought we’d got over this babe, I love you the way you are..I don’t want you to change” She was silent. “Are you eating properly?” She stared harder at the floor and tensed up. I let go of her and sat on the edge of the bed sighing. “(Y/N) please don’t do this again. I can’t stand the though of you being ill. There’s nothing wrong with being curvy.”
“Its not curvy, its fat!” She shouted turning round and looking at me with tears in her eyes. It killed me seeing her like that. “No its not! Are you not seeing what i’m seeing? You were getting better! What happened?!” I walked over to her and made her look in the mirror. “Look!” I lifted up her shirt and showed her how perfectly her body was shaped. There was nothing wrong with her. “Baby, do you not see what it does to me when you make yourself ill?” I teared up, “I can’t bare the thought of you harming yourself! Please (Y/N), baby, don’t do this again”. She turned around, placed one hand on my face and kissed me softly. “I’m sorry baby…please don’t cry” she whispered, “I’m sorry, I’ll eat, I’ll do whatever you want, just please…don’t cry”.
I pulled her into a hug and we stayed in that position, rocking slightly, for about 5 minutes. “Curves are good then huh?” She smiled, making me smile, “Yes baby, yes they are”.
