𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

04; overheard✔️

Overheard
edited.
Imagine 4:
Y/n pov

When Daniel's bandmates had decided to barge into our house unannounced, I decided to stay upstairs, aboding in the warmth of our bed. Daniel was currently downstairs, entertaining our guests by a usual move night. While they likely watched a Sci-fi, my mood called for a romcom, so I sat in bed, finishing up the romantic comedy, which was actually enjoyable.

Once my movie was finished and the credits rolled in, a light grumble grew in my chest, alerting me of its lack of food. After turning the TV off, I threw the covers off me with a force and stretched, groaning at the movement. Pizza was my top choice for dinner, as the thought of it peaked my interest mere minutes ago. But my bladder demanded me to go to the closest toilet before the pee that's overflowing in me is emptied in my thong.

When I casually walked down the stairs, a firing conversation grew more heated as the voices got closer. Their voices were low, almost secretive, but their tones were quiet, whispering as if someone outside of their conversation might hear. Deciding to not interrupt their important talk, I paused on the last step, hiding behind the corner, which led to the living room.

"So how's Y/n?" The voice was deep and manly, but keenly friendly and loving— my first guess to the owner of such a voice was Jonah, as his huskiness was only natural, but so is his kindness.

"She's great, I love her so much," my boyfriend replied and a flutter began flying around in my chest, heat appearing on my cheeks visibly. I smile uncontrollably, the love in his voice feeding my happiness with each word. "But—" he stopped, as did I. Furrowing my eyebrows, I took a step closer to their voices, wondering why there was a slight hesitation in his tone.

"But what?" Another voice boomed— loud and prideful— a voice probably belonging to the youngest of their band, Zach.

"I love her more than anything, but. . she doesn't look like she used to. She's been eating a lot more lately— there's nothing wrong with that, of course— but. . I don't know, she just doesn't look like. . her," he replied, lower than other voices, nearly becoming lower than a whisper.

"So? She likes food, and so do I," Zach responds, his voice clearly wavering from Daniel's deceit. He continuously called me beautiful, touched me while pleading undying love, and suddenly, his mind was changed? It upset me.

"She's still beautiful but not as much as she used to be. Also, she's constantly begging for attention, and it's kind of getting on my nerves. She's getting annoying, but I still love her," he carries on, patronizing me constantly, as if that's what a good boyfriend does. The ache of his words burnt me, crumbling my self confidence and happiness.

All voices were like the wind, fading away with time and pushing the wrong way— into the ears of the person they're talking about. My heart was desperately singing, pleading for an excuse for his explanation. My stomach grumbles again, but this time, I ignored it; food was important and for someone to bring you down for eating such? It was rude and disgusting— unlike the Daniel I know. I could feel their eyes burning into each other, awaiting Daniel's response, as was I.

And even if I were gaining more weight, the beauty I carry would never waver— it is frightening that he believes so; that he truly believes weight is the soul to beauty. The ache grew into anger and resentment— I was angry for feeling so strongly about a man who could say stuff like that so confidently and without shame. Especially to the girl he said he'd marry soon— it sounded like a lie now, like a chore he had to say because that's what people in love did. Was his love fading? Crashing due to the appearance and voice of myself? It is unlike the boy I fell in love with.

With the idea of ordering a pizza suddenly disappearing, I drew into the room, smiling despite the sting that poisons me behind the eyes. They all looked up at me— one pair of eyes that decided
me and the other four, pity blatant in their stares. I considered them my friends, normally, but without them fighting for me? The tears behind my eyes doubled in size and threatened to spill.