Boyfriend Imagines

Fat

You run upstairs and slam yourself in your room. You wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"I hate her!" You say to yourself.

You go to your mirror and take off your shirt. You look at your stomach. Looking at it only makes you mad. Why did she have to be so mean? Gym class was the worse.

You had gym the last class of the day. You were putting your clothes back on in the locker. You usually change in the stall because your self conscious of your body. You walk out of the stall to were everyone else is.

"What's wrong Y/N?" Asked the meanest (and skinny) girls in your class.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you changing in the stall?" You weren't fat but just had a tiny bit more skin. Honestly it wasn't that bad but you cared about it a lot.

"I just like to..."

"Well it's probably better that way. You won't disgust us. You really should consider a diet or something. You won't be keeping that boyfriend of yours for long. I don't now what he sees in you. You're a loser and not to mention your body! Maybe I should get for him? What do you think? I think he'd dump you the instant if I just smiled at him."

Even thinking of what she said made you cry even harder. What did I have to be like this? You were trying to loose weight. You had even lost some pounds! You didn't see it though. You jumped on your bed and began to cry.

Knock. Knock.

"Honey? It's mom. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure you don't sound fine?"

"Mom I'm fine."

"O-okay..." You heard her walk away.

You laid there and cried.

"I'm going to loose him... He's going to date her and not me... Why did I even agree to go out with him? He so out of my league... He's so much more attractive and interesting than me."

You sat up and grabbed your phone. You texted him:

You:Hey I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore.

Him: What?! Did I do something?

You: I can't explain it but I'm sorry...

Him: What's wrong?

You: Nothing.

Him: Don't lie. I know there's something wrong. You wouldn't break up randomly.

You: I'm not lying! I'm perfectly fine.

He didn't reply. You didn't want to break up with him but he deserved better. You continued to cry. Within a couple of more minutes there was another knock on the door.

"Mom I'm fine."

The knocking continued and continued. You got up and opened the door. H/N was standing there. Before you could close the door he came in.

"Why did you lie?"

"I'm fine."

"You're doing it again! Stop lying to me." He takes your hand and leads you to your bed. He sits down and wipes the tears from your red face." Now spill."

"There's nothing to spill. I just need to end this before-"

"Before what? I fall more in love with you?"

"Don't say that." You looked down. He was still holding your hand.

"Why? It's true. I love you more and more. And it will never stop growing."

"Stop! I'm not good enough for you."

"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"You know it's true. I'm fat and you're fit. You deserve someone like (Enemy). She's thinner and prettier."

"You are not fat! You are not ugly! If that's what she told you then that only makes her ugly! I love you for you. I'd love you if you weighed a ton or an ounce. No matter I will love you."

"Really?"

"Hand on the Bible."

"I love you."

"I love you." He leans in and kisses you. First your lips then cheek then forehead then nose then your lips again.