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You stood in front of your bedroom mirror, examining the glob you once called your body. You reminisced on the time when you didn't have love handles that stuck out, a stomach that didn't pudge over the waistline of your underwear or when it didn't take you forever to fit your thighs into tight jeans.
You heard the door from downstairs close, alerting you that the twins had just gotten home from the warehouse. You jumped and ran into the closet to put on a pair of black athletic shorts and one of his white t-shirts. The shorts hugged your thighs, but the shirt was big enough that it didn't define your stomach.
Grayson walked into the room as you walked out of the closet. "Hey, beautiful." He greets, dropping his bag on the ground by the bed and coming forward to hug you. His arms wrapped tightly around your body. When he squeezed you, you imagined him hugging a massive stressball that would squish out in different ways. You just wanted to be comfortable in your own skin again. And it wasn't just your shape that bothered you. It was your hair that frizzed in every direction no matter what you did with it, your fingernails that were bitten down raw from anxiousness, your teeth that weren't perfect by any means, and peach fuzz that sprinkled your lip and chin. You were hideous in your own eyes. "How was your day?" By now he was looking down at you, his arms still holding you in place.
"It was good." You state, not really looking him in the eye but rather between them at the bridge of his nose. You knew if his locked with your own you'd fall apart. You'd spill all of your thoughts out to him, and honestly- you didn't want the truth from him. "What about you? How was recording?" You ask, keeping your stare on his nose. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice.
"It was good, but I'm sweating. I'm going to hop in the shower. Do you want to order some takeout and watch movies afterward? I feel like we haven't really spent alone time together in forever." He says, rubbing small circles on your fat hips that were bigger than you'd like them to be. You stopped yourself from cringing at your own existence.
"What about Ethan? You're aware he lives here too right?" You ask with a laugh.
"We'll order him something and make him stay in his room." He says, knocking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You smiled and the idea and nodded, almost positive that you had a double chin for the slightest second. You stood on your toes with your lips puckered. He chuckles at how cute you looked and leaned down to place a sweet gentle kiss upon your lips.
You did as he instructed and ordered two pineapple pizzas. One for the both of you and one for Ethan. Although you were worried about adding such a fattening food to your already bloated stomach. You knew Grayson loved you, he told you every day. But what you questioned was why he thought you were beautiful. Sure, you had a wonderful personality and you were great to talk to. But you couldn't see what was so great to look at. Grayson had it all. He was charming, funny, outgoing, adventurous, kind and had the body perfectly sculpted by God himself. He was pleasing to the eye that was for sure.
You set up the projector in the living room while he was in the shower. Ethan was impatiently waiting for the pizza on the couch. "Hey E, I have a question and I want you to be honest with me, okay?" You say from your spot on the floor. He tilted his head at you, waiting for you to go on. "I know Grayson loves me, I have no doubt. But does he ever mention anything about me being- I don't know," You sighed before saying the last word. "fat?".
Ethans face softened as he slid into the spot on the floor beside you. "Why do you ask that? Do you think you're fat?" He questions, keeping eye contact with you. You nodded slowly and his face fell. "I want to start off by saying that there's nothing wrong with being fat or having little extra rolls. But no, Grayson has never mentioned anything about your shape. He thinks you're perfect. And personally, I don't think you're fat. I think you're you." He explains, only making you feel a little better. You still were unsure about your weight and nodded a thank you. He was about to open his mouth again to speak when Grayson joined you in the living room.
"Hey. What are you guys talking about?" He asks, seeing how close you two were on the floor.
"She forgot how to start the projector again." Ethan laughs, pressing the start button. You'd had trouble with it in the past, so Grayson just laughed and sat on the couch. You knew he wouldn't cheat on you or leave you for someone else. But there was always the chance that he was looking for someone more like him. Someone athletic, and small. Ethan had gotten up and placed himself back in his spot.
Ethan paid the delivery man and handed you guys a box, then wandered to his room with his own in hand. Grayson opened it and let the glorious smell fill your nostrils. "It's so beautiful." He moans, picking up a slice and stuffing it into his mouth. You laughed and hesitated on grabbing one too. You knew you'd better or else he would have been suspicious. You started the movie after your slice and curled up into his side. His arm dove around your shoulders and held onto the upper part of your arm.
"How come you aren't eating?" He asks, noticing that he'd already finished 4 and you barely ate the one. You shrugged, hoping he'd drop the subject and turn his attention back to the screen. But of course, he wasn't going to. You could feel his hazel eyes peering into you.
You sighed giving in and turned toward him, "I'm just not hungry." Lies slipped from your tongue. You were starving. He nodded, accepting your answer and going back to the movie. Seconds later a loud rumble erupted from your stomach. You kept your eyes locked on the wall, hoping you were the only one that heard it. Luckily Grayson stayed entranced with the film. But after a few more growls and grumbles the movie paused.
"Not hungry, eh?" He asks, grabbing the box and shoving it towards you. You pushed it away and reached down to play the movie again, but he catches your arm and brings you back up. "Why aren't you eating? And don't use that lame excuse this time." He warns, holding both your hands in his own.
"Because I don't need it." You finally blurt out. His eyes moved quickly as he searched your face for a meaning, but never found one. "Look at me, Gray. I'm fat. I don't need pizza, I need to just-just be like your exes. They were so skinny and pretty and I'm just, I'm me." You say, tears now roaming from the ducts of your eyes. Grayson didn't say a word, he just tugged you by your waist to set you firmly in his lap.
"Why are you saying this? Did someone say something to you? What happened?" He asks, worries clear in his husky voice. Tears continued to flow down your cheeks, you couldn't stop them if you tried.
"I'm saying this because it's true Grayson. I'm too heavy, like last week when we were wrestling at the warehouse and you told me I was heavy." You get out through sobs. His face dropped. He had only meant it as a joke, he didn't know you had taken it to heart.
"Y/N I was joking baby. You aren't heavy at all. You're perfect. And as for my exes, they were small, too small. I couldn't do a lot of the stuff I do with you because they were so fragile. You're seriously all that I could ever want in a girl. You're seriously meant for me." He coos, pressing kisses all over your cheeks until you calmed down.
He checked your eyes for further tears. Once he noticed they were no longer falling he grabbed the box once more, offering you one of the cold pieces left. You stared for a moment before grabbing a piece and taking a bite. Grayson's smile grew. "That's my girl. I don't want you to starve." He says, putting the box on the table and playing the movie. You tried to crawl back to your original seat, but the grip he had on your middle was too tight.
"I love you Gray." You whsiper, leaning back against his chest. You could hear the rhythm of his heart beat pounding lightly.
"I love you most." He answers back just as quietly.
