𝑶𝒙𝒚𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒏- 𝑩.𝑬

-Starved-

Time for a comfort chapter :)

Tw: talks of body image, eating disorders, insecurities

Billie

It was a random Friday evening on my girlfriends tour, and I had made us one of our first cooked meals in months, when I first noticed the signs.

We were visiting her childhood home in North Carolina, staying with her family instead of a hotel.

We were sitting at the table, conversations going around and blending together to create a nice evening ambiance, when I looked over to my right and noticed Reneé hadn't eaten much of her food, which was rare since my girl loves to eat.

"Not that hungry, baby?" I asked softly, and she shook her head.

"No, I think I'm just too tired from this week." She responds with a smile.

At the time I didn't think much of it, brushing it off and saying, "That's okay, I'll put it in the fridge and maybe you can have some later."

She only nodded at this, and we went on with our night.

The next day, she neglected to eat her usual breakfast, opting to just have an apple and some water. For lunch all she got was a thing of fries from a fast food place and more water and she completely skipped dinner which is when I couldn't help but raise a question.

"Hey, is everything okay? I noticed you didn't eat much today."

"Yeah, I dunno, I didn't have a big appetite today I guess. It's probably just nerves." She says with a shrug, and I resist the urge to press on the subject, but still let her know if there was anything wrong she could talk to me.

"Okay. Well you know, if somethings going on you can tell me right? I'm here for you."

"I know, but I'm okay, I promise." She shushed me with a soft kiss before disappearing into the bathroom to shower.

I sighed to myself, feeling the pit of my gut grow with worry for my girlfriend. I knew something was up, but I didn't wanna press the issue if she wasn't ready to talk about it.

So I simply kept an eye on her, tried to subtly get her to eat more by making her favorite foods and bringing her her favorite treats and snacks.

But as the days went on, and I made more meals for us, she ate less and less off her plate, and drank more and more of whatever beverage she had that day.

I sighed once again upon seeing her practically untouched plate, and while she was in the bathroom taking a shower I called a few people on her team, asking them if they had seen her eat anything the past few weeks to which they all said no.

I blew out a breath of concern as I hung up, and followed Reneé to our room where she was getting undressed.

"Reneé." I spoke, and it seemed to startle her as she clutched her shirt to her frontside.

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk?" I say gently, hoping not to upset her.

"Sure, what's up?"

"I don't know, I'm hoping you can tell me."