Insecure

You don't have to give it all away.

Try - Colbie Caillet

"My scars aren't my only issue Harry." I whisper.

"What else because you sure as hell are not overweight." Harry says looking me in my eyes in the mirror.

"Then why do I look fat?" I shrug and Harry huffs.

"Take a good long look at yourself right now Sara, you are beautiful. Stunning even. You have curves women pay good money to have but if dressed improperly..." He pauses as he slides my school sweater over my head. "You look at least 30 pounds heavier when you hide Sara." He whispers. "Is this what you want to see in the mirror?" He asks softly and I shake my head. "You know how the car mirrors say 'objects in the mirror are closer then they appear'?" He asks.

"Yes."

"Well in this case it's 'objects in the mirror may be smaller then they appear'." He says as he slides my sweater off of me, leaving me in the fitted tank top underneath. "Understand?"

"I've never seen it that way before but I still don't like the way I look, I want my body back the way it was before the accident." I reply looking down.

"You're not the girl you were before the accident Sara, hormones change your body." He whispers as I look at him in the mirror in shock.

"You know?" I whisper weakly as he gives me a sad smile and nod.

"I know my opinion doesn't matter but I think you are gorgeous Sara. You actually have a killer body if you dressed it right and your fun sized." He says smirking.

"Fun sized?" I ask with my brow raised.

"Ah ha, the innocence finally shows through." He says smiling the most beautiful smile, his cheer was contagious as I look down smiling. "You have a beautiful smile too." He whispers. "Now that you know your size wanna do some damage and hit the gym?" He offers and I nod, he rips the tags off from my clothes leaving me confused. "You're walking out like this, well with shoes of course." He says smirking as he grabs my school clothing and boots. "Come along love." Harry says as he places his hand on the small of my back.

We spent the next hour getting one of pretty much everything I liked in the store, I even added some pops of color in. After trying on a few pairs of shoes we made our way to the register.

"Do you have enough for all this? I didn't even think to ask." Harry says sheepishly.

"I have a credit card I use to buy everything I need, my sister and brother in law pay for it until I graduate." I say shrugging as the clerk rings everything up.

"How is your relationship with them?" He asks curiously.

"It's fine I guess, I have some chores and responsibilities of course but they are pretty easy on me for the most part since I'm 18." I reply with a half truth.

He doesn't need to know that one of the chores is having sex with my brother in law.

After paying Harry helps me carry my things into the car when I'm hit with the realization.

I cannot wear these around Michael.

"Harry?" I ask and he hums in response as he starts up the car. "If I bring these bags in while my brother in law is home he'll be upset, he doesn't like me wearing revealing clothing." Lie.

"Do you have a window I can bring them to after you're inside?" He asks and I nod. "We can do that then and you can put your school sweater back on before you go home." He suggests.

"Thank you Harry, it's going to take a while to fully be ok again but I feel a little bit better about myself." I confess looking down at my hands, Harry reaches over and takes one of my hands giving it a friendly squeeze.

"I'm really glad Sara." He says softly. After a few minutes of driving Harry pulls up to a large gym and looks at me cautiously. "You ready for this?"

"No one is going to stare at me are they?" I mumble and Harry laughs.

"If they do it's because they're jealous." He says smiling. "Do you have any restrictions from your injuries?" He asks.

"I mean I probably should take it easy at first but I was told that I wouldn't really have any issues after being fully healed for so long.... Physically at least." I add with a shrug and he gives me a tight lipped smile before hoping out and rounding the car to my door.

"I'll go easy on you, I promise."