DISCLAIMER: Please do not read on if you're triggered with body issues or fatherly issues. They'll both be expressed throughout this imagine.
"Y/N, Camila's here!" Your father announced.
You were leaned up against the headboard of your bed, reading a new book you recently bought from the local bookstore. It was a bright Saturday, exactly 11:37 AM. The window was releasing the boiling hot sun into the room, making the room a little less comfortable to sit in but you didn't complain.
Your door was cracked opened, which revealed the noise of shuffling from the stairs. When you heard the door squeaking, you lifted your eyes away from the page you were reading. The door had been widened, standing in front of it was your girlfriend.
A smile grew on your lips when the two of you lock eyes. Camila always adored your smile, it was one of her favorite features of you. She's always trying to get you to smile and she always feels satisfied when she succeeds. Not only smiling, she also loves being the reason for your cute laugh. The best part, she can get you to smile or giggle easily. It's her charm.
She shut the bedroom door behind her before happily skipping to you. She hopped on the mattress to slide her body into you gently. You giggled, shaking your head at your cute girlfriend.
"Hey, baaaaby." She sang, planting a kiss on your cheek. You closed your book to give her your full attention. You set it beside you, meeting your girlfriend's eyes. She felt your fingers intertwine with hers, causing a tingly feeling inside her stomach. She bit her lip to resist the large smile that was urging to show.
"Hi, Cam." You leaned in, pecking your lips against hers.
She frowned, "Oh, come on, that was barely a kiss."
You rolled your eyes playfully before passionately kissing her this time. You could taste the lip gloss on her lips, she must've just applied it considering how moist her lips were. You were the first to pull away, which made your girlfriend frown but she understood.
"So, how are you on this lovely Saturday?" She joked, wrapping her arms around your waist. She laid several kisses on your neck, breaking you out into a smile.
"I'm good, actually. I already finished half the book I got Thursday night." You said.
"You're such a nerd." She snickered, scrunching up her nose cutely. "But indeed, my favorite one."
You shook your head, letting out a tiny giggle. "How was yours?"
"I woke up, texted you, took a shower, got dressed, and came here. My morning's been decent." She said.
"Ah, well, let's do something fun, then. It's Saturday, we can do anything." You smiled.
She thought about it for a second, "Have you eaten today?"
You didn't have to debate in your head for that question, you already knew it. You haven't eaten in over 32 hours, all by choice. Although you wish you could eat your favorite restaurant at this time, your mind told you it was for the better to starve yourself. Camila isn't necessarily familiar with the habit but the last time she's seen you starve yourself, it was way before you were dating, which was over eight months ago.
You don't like starving yourself, not as if anyone would. But being so consumed with your insecurities can really get the worst in you sometimes. You would make the excuse that it was you putting these negative thoughts inside your brain but it seems like every time you speak to your father, he always had something to say. Whether it was your body or personality, he would tell every flaw of yours. And with your mother not being here since you were young, she couldn't do anything to stop it. Everything within that problem majorly affects your mental and physical health.
You clench your jaw, scrunching your eyebrows together. "Uh, yeah, this morning." You cursed at yourself for stuttering.
Your girlfriend now was curious at the sudden hesitation, plus the mood switch. "Everything okay?" She rested her hand on your knee lovingly, she always did it when she felt like something was wrong. She did it for comfort.
"Yes, of course. I just forgot exactly if I did eat or not." You hated lying to your girlfriend, it made your heart beat a little faster.
Camila was scared of the results she was most likely about to get out of you. She was good at getting you to open up to her. She's always so comforting, how could you not? Several thoughts roamed around Camila's head but the most realistic one was that you were starving yourself. She frowned at the thought, knowing it was probably true considering she's realized you haven't eaten in front of her in weeks.
Over the last few weeks, you would eat little by little. You would eat half a sandwich and maybe an apple. You were eating dangerously low calories and sooner or later, you'd end up in the hospital if you didn't eat enough calories.
It almost made sense to Camila that you might be starving yourself. Although she wished it wasn't a reality, she's noticed how you don't share food together at lunch on school days. The two of you would be in the cafeteria with your friends — she noticed you didn't bring a lunch like you usually did so she offered to share hers, but you nicely declined it. Camila and your group of friends knew something was up considering they all know your extreme love for food.
"What'd you eat for breakfast?" Your girlfriend asked.
That threw you off guard but somehow, you managed to not be a stuttering mess. "Ooh, I had a bagel and some OJ."
Now it was just obvious to Camila that you were lying to her because she knew you didn't like drinking orange juice, or any juice really.
"Y/N," She said, rather sternly. You turned your head to the Cuban, seeing the fierce look in her eyes. "look at me in my eyes and tell me you're not lying."
"Huh?" You asked, really not wanting to have this discussion with her right now.
"You heard me," Camila replied, arching an eyebrow and crossing her arms. "well?"
You stared into those eyes for a few moments, you knew you couldn't lie to her. Lying to her would cross a whole new line of trust with her and it'd take some time to rekindle it. You bit your lip, shifting your head toward the window.
"Yes, I'm lying." You said, barely audible.
"What's that, hun?" She knew what you said, she just wants you to say it louder.
"Yes, Camila, I'm lying." You said clearly.
Camila's eyes were replaced with soft, nice ones. Any fierce look she gave you almost always terrified you and your girlfriend knew it.
"Baby, let's lay down and talk about this." She said.
You nodded. You repositioned your body to lay down on the bed, Camila did the same. You diverted your eyes to the ceiling, hoping it would make this conversation a little less awkward. You tend to get uncomfortable when talking about flaws with Camila, you haven't ever told her your biggest flaw and that's not deserving her. You didn't bother telling your girlfriend that because you knew she would protest against, but it seemed like no matter what, you wouldn't believe it.
Camila scooted her body so she closed the gap between the two of you. She leaned her head on your shoulder before intertwining your fingers that rested on your stomach.
"I'm not going to pressure you to talk since you know, I can't psychically do that, but can I do anything to help? I hate seeing you starve yourself, I don't want you to do that." You could already imagine the frown you were putting on your girlfriend's face, which only made you frown.
You admitted, "It's my dad again..."
Camila lifted her head up, throwing you off. She knew your history with your father, and it for sure wasn't a good one. "What'd he say this time?" You could hear the anger in her voice, it wasn't aimed at you and you were aware of that.
You sighed as you picked your head up, grabbing the pillow to stuff your face. "Just telling me how worthless I am." Your sentence came out muffled but Camila definitely caught it. She climbed onto your lap, gently raising the pillow off your face.
Your eyes trailed up to her, which made her reveal a small smile. She seemed to have lost the anger rather quickly than you imagined. "Y/N, I couldn't count with just two hands to tell all the prettiest things about you, there's just too much. You're the prettiest human I know and I'm not just saying that as your girlfriend but because I've always known that since we first met. When my friends dragged me to a bowling alley with them, you know who I met?" Camila wiggled her eyebrows jokingly.
"Me." You simply replied.
"Not just you. A girl who made me blush when we made eye contact, a girl who made me sprint to the bathroom because my heart started beating fast when you sat next to me, a girl who only made my heart beat faster when you went to go check up on me, a girl who I couldn't stop looking at but I forced myself to so she didn't think I was a creep." Camila paused her little rant after she heard you giggling. "So, baby, you're not just a girl. You're special, you're everything, you deserve the world. And most importantly, you're not worthless."
It went silent in the room for a couple of moments. A non-toothy smile stretched your lips, your eyes were admiring the gorgeous girl in front of you. From head to toe, she was just perfect. Her personality seemed to be more loveable each and every day you spend with her. And she just has the prettiest features, inside and out. Since she stopped talking, you didn't even realize you were staring. "Uh... Y/N, you're staring."
You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself. "Um, wow, sorry. I was just thinking..."
"About, what?" Camila questioned.
"I don't know what I did to deserve your perfect little self." That grew the biggest grin on your girlfriend's face.
"Me? What about you? You're perfection at its finest." She replied.
You rolled your eyes playfully before gently gripping your girlfriend's waist. Throwing her off guard, you pinned her down on the bed to capture her lips with yours. Your hand slipped behind her neck, deepening the kiss. Before it could get any more heated, you pulled away. Your eyes remained shut as you mumbled, "I love you."
"I love you too," Camila replied.
You hopped off the bed after climbing off her lap, you walked to the door. "Wanna go get something to eat?" You asked.
Camila's eyes lit up, "Wait, you're serious?"
"Only if we get In-N-Out." You smirked.
"Yes, let's go!" You had never seen your girlfriend run faster out of your house in your life, but nonetheless, you loved your dork.