I patted my face dry with my green sweat towel. Im sweating a lot today, more than ever.
I said bye to the usual group of people I saw here at the gym as I made my way home. Once arriving, I parked my car in the garage next to Harry's. I was surprised that he was actually home, usually he was at management or one of the boy's and didn't come home until dinner.
"Babe, I'm home!" I called out as put my keys on the hook and took my Nikes off. Soon I could hear footsteps coming from upstairs. Harry soon appeared with a dorky grin on his face.
"Hey you," he smirked, coming closer to kiss me but I held my distance as I swerved around. He frowned and looked a bit taken back. "Wha-"
"I'm sweaty Harry, that's gross." I chuckled as I made my way into the laundry to put my clothes in the wash. I stripped from the sweaty gym clothes and wrapped myself in a towel, only to have two arms wrap around my waist so suddenly.
"Damn it, you scared me!" I shrieked as I placed a hand to my heart. The vibrations from his chuckle tickled the back of my neck. He placed a tender kiss on my cheek whilst I still had my back to him. I turned around and quickly shoved his hands off, getting ready to run upstairs but he ended up catching my towel and yanking it off. I screamed as I was left only in my underwear and sports bra. I expected Harry to laugh at me but he only stared at my body as if he was in deep thought, making me suddenly feel self conscious. I lifted the towel from the ground and re-wrapped it around me with a frown on my face.
"You're getting too skinny love," I rose an eyebrow at his statement and looked down at my body.
"Well I'm not doing this to lose weight, I need to gain some muscle." I replied, turning around to go upstairs which he didn't comment about.
"Okay, do it wisely though. Do you want some breakfast?" He called out as I made my way into the bathroom.
"Yeah sure! Thanks baby."
After having a shower, I changed into my skinny jeans and a sweater but the jeans were no longer skinny. When I had first bought them, I struggled to get them on but now I struggle to keep them up.
I opened my drawer and took the packet of weight loss pills, popping one of them in my mouth. I made my way downstairs where Harry had almost finished cooking. I sat down on the table as he handed me my plate. It was almost 2 times bigger than his.
"Ha-"
"You need to eat." I sighed as I nodded my head and began eating. I wasn't going to finish it all but I didn't want to upset him. "Hey, I got you something this morning. It's in your drawer, I'll be right back." He smiled as he ran upstairs. I thought nothing of it until I realised he mentioned MY drawer. I dropped the fork and followed him upstairs, barging into the room but he had already seen them. He held the packet in his hands with a frown on his face. He turned around to go down but instead noticed me there.
"Uh...I'm holding them for f-friend." I stuttered. He caught my lie obviously.
"Yeah? Which friend?" He retorted, placing the pills in his pocket. He shook his head and threw his arms up in frustration. "I have watched you burn your entire body away but I can't do that anymore. I don't understand why you feel the need to lose weight in the first place. I liked you the way you were before, when i couldn't see your bones."
I sighed and shook my head, suddenly feeling ashamed of myself. I knew he was right but I just wanted to look good in my clothes.
"I don't know Harry...I wanted to actually look good in my clothes and be able to fit in them." I blushed, staring down at my feet.
He walked to me and took my hands in his, entwining them together. I looked up into his beautiful green eyes, already mesmerised.
"Do you think you look good now?"
"...not at all."
"You looked amazing in everything you wore. The way those dresses hugged your curves so perfectly, it made me feel so lucky. And I would constantly show you off to my friends at parties whilst you weren't looking." He smirked. I rolled my eyes at him and remembered when he first introduced me to his friends as his girlfriend.
"I don't want you to change," he whispered, now putting his arms above my hips. I smiled at him as I put my arms on his neck.
"I don't want to change either. I'm starving and those pills taste like vomit." I made a disgusted sound which Harry laughed at. "You're the best husband a woman could ever want."
"You're the best husband a man could ever ask for too." He teased. I playfully slapped his chest as he pulled me in for a kiss.