Unbroken// Ethan Dolan Fanfiction

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Brooklyns POV
My tummy is cramping again and I am so angry about it.

"Ethan." I said and he looks up at me, him laying with his head on my chest.

"I need to take a bath or something. My tummy hurts so bad" I tell him

"Do you want me to hurt it for hurting you?" He asked me, glaring at my stomach.

"No Ethan. If you hurt it then you hurt me too" I remind him.

"But if you take a bath.. won't it be a bloody bath?" He asked me making me laugh a little.
"No. Water stops the blood flow." I tell him.
"Oh." He said
"Yeah.. so can I go take a bath?" I asked him.

"Can I sit in there with you?" He asked me
"In the bath? Or in the bathroom?" I asked
"Just in the bathroom. I don't wanna take any chances of the blood flow not stopping for one time" he said making me giggle at him.

"Okay. Can you make me a sammich though?" I asked him.
"Why?" He asked
"To eat." I replied

"But. I thought you were taking a bath" he said.
"I can eat in the bath" I said
"Ok. I make the sammich and you get in the bath and then I bring the sammich and you stay in the bath" he said and I nodded

He walks downstairs and I grab some clothes to change into after the bath, and then a pad. I then go to the bathroom and start the bath, putting it on hot and then putting some bubbles in it.

I then undress and throw that stupid pad away and get into the bath, the warm bubbly water surrounding me.

I lay in the bath for a few minutes and then Ethan comes walking in slowly and hands me a sandwich.

"What took so long?" I asked him taking it from him and taking a bite.
"Well I made your sandwich. And then I really wanted to have a bite. So I had all of the bites. And had to make you a new sandwich" he said playing with his hands and rocking on his feet.

I chuckled at him and he sits on the floor next to the bathtub.

I eat my sammich slowly and feel his eyes on me making me feel self conscious about eating it.

"What are you looking at ?" I asked him nervously.
Waiting for him to tell me how fat I am.

"I just think your so adorable." He said smiling and shrugging.
"You don't think I am fat?" I asked him

"No no. Brook do you think your fat?" He asked me confused

"Well. Yeah...." I said looking down at my half eaten sandwich
"Why?" He asked me
"Because. I don't exactly have that perfect, summer body. And I have chubby cheeks. And chubby arms and legs. I'm like a chubby little hotdog that no one likes" I said setting my sandwich down on Ethan.

"But.. your not a chubby little hotdog that no one likes.  I like you a lot a lot. And I think your perfect." He said taking a bite of my sandwich 
"But I feel like when we eat or something you are watching how much I eat and judging me for it" I said.

"Yes actually. But I'm not judging you how you think I am. If I had a say in how much you ate, I would tell you to eat more. Because I think in the entire time I have known you. We have ate together maybe.. 3 or 4 times. And everytime you were very nervous and very picky and didn't finish most of your food. Except for the date we went on and ate at Burger King. You ate pretty good there" he said taking bites of the sandwich here and there until he finished the rest of it.
"Well if I eat a lot then I will get fatter." I said
"Not necessarily. But you need to eat more baby. You think I don't notice how little you eat but I do. I watch you a lot." He said

"Why do you watch me?" I asked
"Because.. I don't know" he said blushing and now looking down.

"Ethannn" I whined, really wanting to know.
"I just like the way you do things and how you talk and how you choose to put things" he said shrugging a little
"Why?" I asked

"Well because.. I already told you. Because you're perfect" he said smiling a little as he looked back up at me.

"I'm really not though" I said looking at the bubbles,and he sighs.

"Brook. Just clear your mind and listen to me for a minute.. Push away all negative thoughts about yourself" He said and I nodded, leaning my head against the top of the bath as I scooted down more.

"Now I want you to imagine loving someone.. So much.. Only wanting that person to be happy. Thinking that person is the most perfect, the most beautiful and amazing and utterly jaw-dropping person, you have ever seen. You would do anything to see this person smile. The thought of ever losing this person scares you, and the thought of hurting them scares you more.. But this person doesn't see this stuff... They don't feel as perfect as they are. They don't believe you when you tell them how much you love and appreciate them.." He said.

I start crying.

"This is unfair though.because I want to believe what you say but then when I actually start believing them my thoughts overlap any good ones.. No one has ever even loved me before now and being told all this stuff is so new to me and I'm sorry" I said covering my face.

I feel his arms pulling me closer to the edge of the bathtub and then a small kiss to my temple.

"Don't cry baby. Its okay.. " He said combing his fingers through my hair.

I sigh wiping my tears knowing more were coming.

"Try to imagine this" He said.

"That same person you love, in pain. Physically or emotionally. The thought of them hurting themselves makes you want to break down.  You want to help them so bad.. But all you know how to do is hug them and tell them it will be alright. " He said.

"But I know how that one feels" I said tilting my head to look at him.

"You do?" He asked and I nodded.

"When your dad passed..." I said slowly and he closes his eyes for a minute and then nodded.

"You were scared?" He asked me.

"How could I not be? You ran off. And then when I found you, you were crying an-and I never saw you cry before.. And you were hurting.. And I just.. Wanted to take your pain away so bad. But I knew I couldn't." I said as tears fell freely.

He sighs,

"Can you hurry up the bath I wanna cuddle?" He asked making me smile a little.