The New Boy

It's only been a week and I feel like I'm in prison. I felt like I needed to go outside and run or go to the gym or just the store. We do need some food. I walked around the house looking for something to do. "Harry I'm bored." I groaned. He smiled at me. "Do you wanna go to the store? I need a couple of things." He smiled. I nodded my head. We got dressed in our costumes before going out.

When we we got there we started getting the food and other things we needed. The lady at the front started checking us out. "Hey baby I forgot my wallet in the car. I'll be right back." He whispered. He kissed my cheek and ran off. I looked down at the ground. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I was instantly scared. I looked up and saw Ashton. "Excuse me but do I know you?" He asked me. "I don't know." I smiled. "What's your name?" He smiled. "Ashley green." I came up with. "Well Ashley I'm Ashton. Would you like to have dinner later tonight?" He asked. "I'm sorry but I have a fiancé." I apologized. Harry and I aren't really engaged, we'll sort of but I don't know. Harry came back over. "This is my fiancé Steve Granger. Steve this is Ashton." I introduced. "Nice to meet you." Harry said and shook Ashton's hand. "Well sorry to disturbing you guys. Congratulations on your engagement." He smiled and walked off. Harry's fists were clenched. "It's okay." I whispered and kissed his cheek. I grabbed his hands. He relaxed a little bit. "Just pay so we can leave." I smiled. He nodded his head. He paid the lady before we walked out.

"Lunch?" Harry suggested. "Sure. You can pick the place." I sighed. He pulled into a casual place. He grabbed me hand as we walked inside. "Table for two please." Harry asked. The waitress looked Harry up and down. "Follow me please." She smirked as she walked to us a table. "I'll be right back." She smiled and walked off. "She was checking you out." I pointed out. "Really?" He asked. "Yep." I said kind of annoyed. "You know I only want you. You're my one and only. If I wanted someone else I wouldn't have came back to be honest. I love you." He smiled. "But I like your jelous side." He smirked. He moved his foot up my leg. "I can't reach you from here." He sighed. "Can I get you guys something to drink?" The waitress came back. "I'll have a beer." Harry said. "I'll have a Coke please." I smiled but she just glared at me. "Thank you." Harry said as she walked off. Harry grabbed my hand from across the table. He squeezed it and I smiled at him. The baby started moving around and kicking. I smiled down at it. "Is it kicking?" He asked. I nodded my head. He got up and ran around to put his hand on my stomach. He smiled big too. "It's so exciting." He whispered and kissed my cheek. I nodded my head. He sat back down as the waitress came.

"here you go. Are you ready to order?" she asked. We nodded our heads and ordered our food. "When was the last time we went out for lunch?" He sighed. "It's been a while." I mumbled. We talked and ate our food before heading back home. I went into the bathroom to take my make up off and take a shower. As I undressed I looked in the mirror. I had stretch marks all over my stomach. My stomach was getting bigger. I had scars all over the backs of my legs and everywhere on my back. I had scars all down my arm but that's just from cutting not Ashton. Harry walked in. "Hey baby what's wrong?" He asked. I didn't notice I was crying. He rubbed my back. "I can't fix it if you don't tell me." He whispered. "Nothing I'm just being stupid." I sighed and wiped away my tears. "I'm fine." I said mostly to myself. I looked in the mirror but quickly looked away. I started the water in the shower.

"I know you're not okay. You can keep telling yourself that and lying to yourself but I know you. You're not okay and that's okay. You don't have to be strong and not cry all the time." He smiled. Just by him saying that made me start crying really hard again. He hugged me tight. "Please tell me what's wrong." He begged. "It's just I look in the mirror and I don't like what I see. I feel like I'm never gonna be good enough for you. You're so perfect and every girl checks you out and tries to flirt with you wherever we go. I know that I shouldn't care but I want people to think that I'm pretty too. Like I said I'm just being stupid like always, just never mind." I cried and tried to walk away but his grip around my waist got tighter. "But all that should matter is what I see when I look at you. You're beautiful in every way shape and form. You have the prettiest eyes, lips, nose, hair, body, laugh, smile, everything. You're perfect in my eyes. I love you a lot. You mean the world to me. I bet every guy that every guy who looks at you wishes he had you all to himself. If they don't then they're blind." He reassured me. "But all the scars and stretch marks everywhere..." I started. "They're a story. The scars on your back and legs are the show how much you love me. The stretch marks show how much we love each other." He smiled. "And these scars show how much I hate myself." I sighed. He kissed down my arm. "They show how much pain you went threw in your life not how much you hate yourself." He whispered kissing my last scar which was the worst one.

"Let's take a shower." He smiled. He undressed and we took a long shower. He didn't talk but he made sure I was always close to him. After that we put on some comfortable clothes and started watching Netflix. I laid between his legs on the couch. His hands rubbed my stomach the entire time. I felt relaxed for the first time in a while.

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