Harry Styles bsm/ddm

he calls you fat (bsm)

I was stood in front of my mirror, staring at myself in my new dress. I felt good, and I looked it too. I was almost down to my ideal weight and I felt like celebrating. Luckily enough for me, my big brother was taking me out for dinner. And we always have fun whenever we're together. When I heard my front door open, followed by the unmistakable cheery hello, I squealed with excitement. I ran down the stairs and into Harry's strong arms. He kissed me on the top of my head and hugged me tightly. I haven't seen him in such a long time since he had been on tour.

"Hey, lovely!" he greeted me, releasing the hug. "How are you doing? I haven't seen you in ages!" I give a small giggle as he smiles at me.

"I'm doing great, Harry! But let's save the small talk for dinner, alright?" I tell him.

"That's fine by me, as I haven't gotten the chance to take a wee in 9 hours." He walks off to the restroom and I'm left standing by the front door, grinning like an idiot for two minutes. He comes back out and lets me know that the reservations are already made. He also adds in that he just needs to change and clean himself up a bit and then we can go.

He puts on a nice black button up shirt and some slacks that aren't too dressy. The car ride to the restaurant reminds me of back before he was famous, when he would drive me to school or the store and we would sing along to whatever song we knew. This ride was the same. We made up lyrics to songs that we didn't know and sang at the top of our lungs to our favorites.

Once we arrive at the fancy restaurant, we give our name and are escorted to the table. It's dark in here, with only two small candles lighting up the surface of each table and a dim light above. In fact, we can hardly read our menus, and I have to stifle a laugh when Harry mispronounces his order.

For the while that we wait for our food, we chat and laugh over warm bread and crisp salad. He drinks several glasses of the fancy wine and tells me of all the funny things that happened on tour, crazy fans, and what it feels like to be up on the stage almost every night. I can tell that the alcohol is having a slight impact on his brain, but not enough to be too distinct.

"It's absolutely insane, looking out at all those screaming fans and sparkling lights," he explains as I take a bite of my salad. "I mean, can you even imagine? Those people are screaming for me, well, us. Here I am, traveling the world and playing sold-out shows to hundreds of thousands of people. Just think, that only five years ago I was sitting home and doing nothing, now it seems like I don't have time to even think about home. It's just weird."

Our waitress interrupts his ramble with our food. She sets my steaming dish of veggies, pasta, and chicken in front of me. It smells sooo good, I can feel my mouth watering and I can't wait to dig in.

"Whoa, are you sure you can eat all of that?" Harry asks me. I'm not too sure myself, since the plate is basically twice the size of his head. I shrug and shove a forkful of the delicious, hot food into my mouth. The flavors burst on my tongue, and I almost don't want to swallow.

Half an hour later, I'm still going. The food is too good, and I can't risk stopping only for the temptation of having more. I take a sip of my water while looking up at my brother. He has only eaten a small portion of what he ordered and is staring at me like an animal.

"What?" I ask him, taking my fork into my hand once more.

"I've never seen you eat like that before," he states. In all honesty, I don't think I have ever eaten like this before, mostly because I've never had food like this before.

I keep eating, and I finally become stuffed. I lean back and pat my stomach, and remember that I'm wearing my new dress.

"Harry," I say, catching his attention. he was playing with the salt and pepper shakers. "I almost forgot to ask, but what do you think of my new dress?"

He studies my body up and down before answering. "I, uh, it's a nice color on you." I smile. "But it looks pretty tight." The smile falls from my face. Tight? I know that the sizes run a little small, which is why I got one just a size bigger. It fit pretty loosely in the store, but after a few minor adjustments, I managed to make it fit a little better. But how in the world could it be tight?

"Well...what do you mean?" I ask him carefully. I'm scared of his answer, because I know Harry would never point those things out. It must be the wine.

"I'm just saying that you look like you've put on some weight since I saw you last, that's all." He reaches a hand back to rub the back of his neck. It's true, I have put on some weight, but it's been more than a half a year, so of course I'm growing.

"So...are you just saying that I look different? Because that's normal for someone my age, Harry." I stir my straw around my half empty water glass.

He takes another drink of wine and a deep breath, then says something. "You look kind of fat, alright?"

Fat? No, Harry couldn't have said that. But he did. He's looking down awkwardly at his plate, pushing food around with his fork. I don't even know what to say to him. Tears brim my eyes, and before I know what I'm even doing, I stand up from the chair and go wherever my legs take me.
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