One Shots

Put Your Arms Around Me (Jordan Eckes)

Heather's POV

As bad as it sounded, I am actually dreading the day when Jordan would come home from tour. As a girl that was dating a boy in a band, I'm expected to be over the moon when he was home but the night that he got home from tour he always took me out to dinner. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem, but over the past three months that Jordan has been away a lot had changed. I started using my Twitter and Tumblr accounts, gaining more and more attention from the band's fans. Most of them were nice but it was the minority of people that sent in rude messages that really got to me. People started with picking at my appearance but I managed to ignore it. But as most of them were girls, they knew how to work out people's weaknesses so next they targeted my weight. I know I am at a healthy weight for someone my age; there was nothing medically wrong with me. But I started paying attention to the negative messages and eventually I stopped eating. Realizing that I need food to live, I started eating rather small portions but it still wasn't enough. The weight was dropping off fast and no one was around to stop me so it just got worse and worse. "Heather, I missed you so much," Jordan smiled, picking me up with ease and spinning me around. I smiled back at him, despite the dinner I knew we were going to; I still missed my boyfriend. He means the world to me. "I missed you more, Jordan," I teased, kissing his nose. Jordan set me down and kissed my cheek before going upstairs to get changed. I'd grown used to this, it happened every time he finished a tour. About an hour later, the two of us were both ready to head down to our local restaurant. Jordan held his hand in mine whilst I ordered a table. Sitting down, I sighed silently. There was no way that I was going to get out of this; I'd have to have dinner with Jordan tonight. "So, what's been going on since I've been away?" Jordan asked me as he looked at the menu. He would stare at the menu for about five minutes and the pick the same chicken meal every time. "Nothing really, just the usual, hanging out with friends and stuff," I trailed off. Jordan didn't need to know about what had really happened. "What about you?" I asked. "Nothing really, we hung out with the All Time Low boys, that was interesting," Jordan chuckled. I smiled back at him and looked through the menu to find the smallest meal on the menu. The two of us ordered your meals and they were now sitting down in front of the two of us. "I love you, Heather," Jordan reminded me, he liked doing that. "I love you too, Jordan," I returned, smiling back at him. I sat there staring at my food, moving it around the plate in an attempt to get away with not eating it. "Aren't you hungry, Heather?" Jordan asked me with a concerned expression. I watched his eyes travel to my arms, which were now like twigs. Shaking my head, I smiled at him to reassure him. The drive home was pretty much silent, that was unusual for the two of us, Jordan was normally quite talkative. Stepping out of the car, Jordan stopped me before I could enter the house. "Heather, I want you to tell me the truth," Jordan spoke. "Alright," I said nervously. "Have you been eating properly?" Sometimes I hated how easily he was able to catch onto things but there wasn't much I could do about it now. "No," I said through an outburst of sighs and tears. Jordan engulfed me in a hug, opening the front door, going into the living room and letting me cry against his shirt. "I'm going to help you get better, you mean so much to me and I'm not just going to watch you fade away," Jordan whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I stayed silent, just hoping that I'd be able to make it through this. "Thank you, Jordan. I love you so much. I am so sorry." I said. "It isn't your fault Heather. I love you too. Let's head to bed." He said. I nodded and he carried me to bed. He lied us down and soon we fell asleep.