Brooklyn Beckham Imagines

Bulimia pt 3

It's been three months since I first met my therapist and I am feeling much better about myself and I don't feel the need to have to that to myself, I also realised how dangerous it was for myself and how much I put my family and friends through.

I woke up next to Brooklyn who was asleep next to me still, I moved closer to him and hugged into him letting his scent fill my nose.

He let out a small moan and slowly opened his eyes to look at me. "What's up?" he frowned.

"I just wanted to hug you" I smiled as I snuggled into him more, he put his arm around my waist and make patterns on my back.

"I love you" he whispered kissing my forehead. "I am so proud of you" he said groggily and kissed my nose making me pull a face.

"Thank you for being there for me when I hated myself the most" I smiled as I ran my fingers through his messy quiff. "And thank you for being the only person to realise I was ill" he didn't say anything he just pulled me in for a cuddle.