I’m just out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my body. My hair is wet and cold as I step into the bedroom I share with Harry. He smirks at me as he lounges on our bed, his arms casually laid behind his head.
The skin of his arms is stretched tight against his muscles, the dark blue star tattoo expanding across his bicep. I smile shyly, going to the dresser to grab my clothes. “Harry, do you mind leaving the room?” He shoots me a strange look.
“I just don’t want you to see me.” Goosebumps cover my skin as my hair drips down my shoulders, across my back.
Harry’s eyebrows knit together as he sits up. “Is there something wrong?”
“No,” I tell him. “Never mind, you don’t have to leave. I’ll go into the bathroom.” I give him a quick grin before running back into the en-suite, locking the door behind me. I close my eyes as I drop my towel onto the floor, waiting a few seconds before opening my eyes and looking into the mirror.
All I can see is fat, all imperfections. My hips are too wide; too much skin hangs off the edge of them, rolling around to the back, making love handles. There is no gap between my thighs; and I wrap my two hands around the skin, trying to connect my fingers together. My middle fingers touch, but it’s not good enough for me.
I lean my chin down, creating the artificial appearance of a double chin. I cover my face with my hands, feeling disgusting and terrible. Weight needs to be lost, and it needs to be lost now. Angry tears leave my eyes as I throw my clothes on, wanting nothing more than to get out of the bathroom.
When I finally have stopped crying and I’m calm again, I walk back out to find Harry. He’s fallen asleep, his full lips set into a pout. I sit down beside him, watching him carefully. I leave him sleeping, I need alone time.
I busy myself with revision for exams, and a few hours later, Harry comes tromping down the stairs, making as much noise as possible. He’s always like that; it’s something I’ve come to know and...