“I did.” And my best friend… and the mean comments under my post.
“When was the last time you even weighed yourself?”
I try to think, but I can’t remember that far back.
“Exactly.”
“Okay, you know I have a bad memory, but even my followers noticed.”
“What are you talking about?”
I let out a sigh and open Famoura. When I click on my last post, I open the comments and hand the phone to Liam before I even look at them. He sits in silence for a few seconds, and I try not to look at him.
“You look hot in these pictures.Itook these of you.”
A smile creeps onto my face, and I turn to look at him.
“Fuck what everyone else thinks.” He says it like it's so…simple.
“Easy for you to say.” I stand from the bed, but he grabs a hold of my hand.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Only that you’re unbelievably fit and don’t post on social media, so you don’t have hundreds of hate comments body shaming you. Of course, you don’t care what people think about you, but I get told things like that daily.”
I let out a breath and a sense of relief washes over me after getting that off of my chest. I posted that picture of me in the prettiest dress a few days ago, and I’ve been fighting back tears and resisting the urge to delete the entire post.
Of course, I got a lot of love on the post and my supporters are thankfully defending me, but I still see the bad comments and it’s becoming exhausting.
I keep my eyes down as Liam stands from the bed and wraps his arms around my head. My arms immediately go around him, and his hug alone somehow makes me feel better.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve met, beloved.”
I pull away to look at him, but my vision blurs. “Really?”
“Don’t cry.”
I blink my tears away, and he leans in, planting two soft kisses on my cheek.
“I’m sure you’ve met thousands of people as a professional baseball player. You-”
“And none of them are even a fraction of perfect as you.”
I can’t stop my tears from spilling any more. Liam cups my face softly and wipes my tears with a sigh. “You’re ruining your pretty makeup.”
I laugh softly as I dab my face, but I know I’m going to have to touch up my makeup. We settle onto my bed again, and he pulls me into his embrace. “In how long do you have to leave?”
I smile at his words before glancing down at my watch. “It's been… less than ten minutes since you last asked so-”
He pokes my side before telling me not to get smart with him. I try to squirm away, but he keeps me in place before hugging me again. I think he's going to start taking my clothes off, but he just lies there hugging me. I'm not complaining, not one bit, actually, since he seems like he needs a hug, but he doesn't normally show up without notice, and my heart hurts because it's clear something is bothering him. Not because he doesn't want to have sex with me. We can just hang out, but… something feels wrong.
I rest my face on top of his head before hugging him closer. “Can you please tell me what's up with you?” I whisper.
“It's nothing, Dory-”
“It's something, Lee.” I rub his back and try to get up to pull away, but he doesn't move. “You seem sad; just tell me.”
“I’m not sad, beloved. I'm just tired.”
