Alan Ashby/OC
Rated T
*Possible Trigger Warning*
can you do one in which alan finds out about your anorexia?
You sat at the restaurant table with Of Mice & Men, you were having a nice dinner since they had just gotten back from tour. Well, they were at least. You hadn't even touched your food. You looked around at all the other girls in the restaurant.
"All of them are so much skinnier than me. I can't eat this or I'll just get fatter." You thought to yourself. You felt fat, you thought you looked fat so you stopped eating. You could go days at a time without the slightest snack. Alan noticed how you weren't eating and looked at you concerned. You looked at him like you just felt sick. After the meal was over and everyone went home, Alan caught up to you while you were walking to your house.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked,
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" You looked down, watching your feet walk.
"You didn't touch your food. Y/N, are you really okay?" Alan stepped in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders. You looked at him and wrapped your arms around his body.
"No. No I'm not Alan. I just feel so ugly. Why can't I have skinnier thighs, or a flat stomach? Why can't I look beautiful like everyone else?" You started to cry into his shirt. He put his arms around you and stroked your hair.
"Hey, listen to me. You are beautiful. Look, I know everyone says it, the whole "you're perfect the way you are" routine but Y/N I mean it. You are the most gorgeous, perfect person I've ever laid eyes. You don't need to lose any weight, you're beautiful the way you are and I wouldn't change for the world." Alan pulled you closer to him, squeezing you tight. You cried into him harder. You pulled away and looked at him with your stinging red puffy eyes and tear stained face. Alan brushed a thumb over your cheek and kissed your forehead.
"Promise me you won't ever do this again?" Alan said, kissing your forehead again. You nodded and he walked you home with your hand in his.