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Freddie's POV

For the rest of the night me and Sam cuddle on her couch. We did a little bit of kissing and a little bit of watching TV. I made us some fries to eat. I offered to make something else as well but she said she wasn't hungry. Now it's 11 and she's fallen asleep with her head on my chest. She looks so peaceful that I really don't want to disturb her but unfortunately I don't have a choice.

"Sam, wake up baby." I say gently shaking her until she sits up.

"What time is it?" She asks, still half asleep.

"Late, come on go to bed."

"I need to weigh myself first."

I can tell she's half asleep so she has no idea what she's saying.

"No you don't, I took you scales remember."

"Oh, Yeah" She replies and starts falling asleep again sat up head resting on my chest.

"Do you want me to carry you?"

She just replies with a little nod of the head and mumbles something but I can't tell what she's saying.

I pick her up bridal style and carry her into her room. I pull back the covers and lay her in bed. She looks so beautiful laid in bed. So sweet and innocent.

I try to pull away to return to the couch but her grip tightens on me again.

"Sam, You want me to stay in here with you again?"

Since she's too tired to talk she just nods and pushes the covers back for me to climb in next to her.

I climb in at the side of her and wrap my arms around her again her back facing me.

"Night beautiful" I say kiss her on the neck and close my eyes.

Sam's POV

I wake up early the next morning. I don't even remember getting in to bed last night or me telling Freddie he could sleep next to me.

I climb out of bed and go over to my drawers. I go into the bottom drawer to find it empty. That's when I remember what happened yesterday, Freddie took my scales away from me. I start panicking if I can't weigh myself or look in a mirror how am I supposed to know how fat I'm getting. Tears manage to escape my eyes and I start rummaging through my drawers looking for anything I could use as a mirror. I never even noticed Freddie wake up until he comes over to me and wraps his arms around me from behind.

"You OK." He asks me.

I don't reply just carry on looking around. He grabs my hands to stop me and turns me to face him. I can see him looking straight in my eyes so he must be able to tell I'm upset.

"Sam, what are you doing?" He asks in his stupid caring tone. When he talks like that I just can't lie to him.

"I need my scales, I need my mirror" I say with tears escaping my eyes.

"We went through this yesterday, I took them away to help you."

"Freddie you don't understand. How am I supposed to know how fat I'm getting without them."

"Come here…" He pulls me into a tight hug. "Look, I know you have this urge to look in mirrors and you feel like you need to weigh yourself to make sure you've not put weight on but this is bad for you. You need to put weight on to live and it's better you putting weight on and not knowing how much than you knowing and freaking out every time you put a couple of pounds on. As soon as you're back healthy and I think you can handle it you will get the mirror back. OK?"

"Freddie…" I whine.

"No." He shouts. "I love you and I'm not going to let you keep hurting yourself. I'm doing this for you."

I look down at the ground feeling ashamed.

"Sorry…" I whisper.

"It's OK, why don't you get dressed while I make you some breakfast. OK"

"OK." I reply and he leaves.

I walk over to my closet and pull out a pair of skinny jeans and a loose fit T-Shirt. I have no idea if I look ok or if these clothes even match since I can't look in a mirror, I'm just hoping I don't look like a hobo.

I walk out into the living room, Freddie is sat on the couch watching TV.

"I'm making us pancakes that ok?"

"Yeah."

He grabs my waist and pulls me down to sit with him.

"I better get dressed myself." He says trying to stand up but failing miserably.

"I don't think you should, I like the half-dressed Freddie I'm sure half the school would too."

"Funny, be back in a few."

He walks to the door and I stop him just as he's about to leave.

"Freddie…"

"Yeah?"

"Tell me the truth do I look ok? Because I haven't got a mirror so I don't know."

"You want the truth? You look gorgeous."

With that he disappears into my room and I'm left alone.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So here it is. I told you that I would upload again today then when someone threatens a chainsaw on you it makes you speed up a little Whateva876 I'm talking about you. This chapter is still quite short but it's longer than the last three so be happy. Hope you like this chapter, it took me like forever to write cause I got stuff on my mind but I finally finished it (Screams in celebration). Now I'm gunna go carry on rockin out to Demi Lovato Unbroken. Thanks for all the awesome reviews please keep reviewing. Follow me on twitter crazyforskittle I've lost count of how many times I've said that. Bye :):):):)