REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[30] - [CEO!Lance]

A/N: for jacquie017

TAGLIST: Lance is added to my taglist now. If you want to be mentioned for his one shots, you can find the taglist in the beginning chapters of this book!

WORDCOUNT: 1490

REQUEST: 30. "I wanted to spoil you, love" + you have an eating disorder and Lance visits her with food for Christmas, he comes as a friend and leaves as a lover.

DISCLAIMER: As I don't have an eating disorder, I searched for information on the internet, feel free to inform me more about it if the information is incomplete/if you feel like something should be added.

You had already changed into your pyjamas, ready to curl up on the couch with a blanket, a couple candles lighting on the table, spreading a vanilla scent through your apartment. You were about to sit down on the couch when the doorbell rang and you couldn't think of anyone who could visit you now. You walked towards the door, opening it to see your friend Lance standing in the doorway. "Merry Christmas, Y/N!". Lance chirped, looking as if he just came from the office, still wearing an expensive suit. To clarify, he is the CEO of the company you work at and over time you had become great friends. He helped you to start up with your job and still helped you with whatever you needed. During the end of a meeting last week, everyone spoke about their Christmas plans and you said you didn't have any besides some obligatory family meetings in the morning and the afternoon, meaning you would be free in the evening.

You skipped the annual Christmas party at the office, saying you suddenly felt unwell before going. Truth was, you had eaten some yoghurt before getting dressed and you felt bloated and it looked like your dress didn't fit anymore. You tried to tell yourself that that was just in your head. Your friends had commented before that your dress looked absolutely gorgeous, but you couldn't get the image out of your mind and instead you decided to stay home and not see anybody. Just like you planned for today. "I never saw you at the Christmas party and you missed out on some amazing snacks". Lance said, holding the plate that was covered with some foil in his hands and his assistant showed up behind him with the another plate in the same size. "Wow, Lance, you're kind of... Y-you're really surprising me". You stammered. "Well, that was the point". Lance smiled, stepping forward to come in. His assitant left after he dropped the plate, the door falling close behind him.

"Where are you keeping your wine?". Lance asked. "The left cabinet". You said, sitting down on the couch as he came back with two glasses. "Are you alright?". Lance asked, immediately sensing something wasn't completely okay. "I'm just overwhelmed". You replied, feeling your eyes getting watery and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. "Sorry for bursting in like that, I just didn't want you to be alone on Christmas. And the kitchen staff made such delicious things I couldn't wait for you to taste them". You chuckled softly as he moved to take the foil away from the plate. "Lance...". You started. "These wraps? Amazing, really". He continued and you felt yourself getting nauseous at the sight of all the food, even though it looked good, you already thought about the number on the scale if you ate some of that. "Oh, these are great too, little hot dogs". Lance went on as he took the foil of the other plate. "Lance, wait-...". You tried again.

"And these! Try these, they're so g-...". "Lance!". Lance went quiet when he looked at you, not knowing why you would be so upset with him now. "I wanted to spoil you, love". Lance sat back down on the couch, his deep brown eyes now filled with worry. "I know. And you're incredibly sweety, but I can't eat this". You said, closing your eyes briefly and taking a deep breath. "I will get too fat, I already feel bloated". You continued, feeling your voice hurting slightly as your eyes filled with tears. Lance shuffled closer to you, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. And it struck to him. He noticed you had lost weight in the last couple weeks, nevertheless your eyes still sparkled and you always looked so bright, making him think you were just working out and living a healthy life, but he was completely wrong. You took a deep breath again. "I have an eating disorder". You felt somewhat relieved when those words were off your chest. Lance was quiet for a moment. "That's okay". He said, to your surprise.

"Then I will help you tonight. And tomorrow. And after that". He said then, handing you your glass of wine. "So, what did you eat today?". He asked, getting a note pad and a pen. "Some yoghurt this morning. Low fat". You said. "And a bowl of fruit as lunch. I've had some tea with sugar". He scribbled it down. "Let's say you got about roughly 250 calories today. For your body weight you can eat 1000 more, which is essential for your brain to function, alright?". Lance proposed and you nodded, understanding what he said. "To gain a kilo of fat, you need to eat 7700 calories in one day, will you ever reach that?". Lance asked and you shook your head. "Now, if you take one of these, will you become fat tonight?". He asked now, holding a little wrap in his hand and he reached it out to you. "I suppose not". You muttered. "Let's eat one together". Lance said, getting a wrap as well. "One bite, we take it slow". You nodded.

You watched Lance bite into the little wrap and you followed his example. "Okay! You got this". Lance praised, sitting closer to you. "Did it taste good?". He asked. "Yeah, it did". You let out a soft laugh in embarrasment. "Amazing, let's take the second bite". Lance continued and the snack was finished already, because of its small portion. "What do you want to try next?". Lance asked and you let your eyes wander over the different kinds of snacks. "These". You pointed at the fried onion rings. Lance helped you through and you ate as much as you could mentally take. It brough you to tears eventually, briefly falling back into the thought of how much you could have gained. Lance comforted you through it, taking you to your mirror in your bedroom. "Can you undress for me? If you're comfortable". Lance asked, his hands placed on your shoulders and you got the sweater off your body, your sweats dropping to your ankles. "Turn sideways". He said and unbuttoned his shirt. "Bloating is normal, look". He said, not mentioning he puffed up his stomach a little extra to show you it was okay.

You looked down at your own body and back at his. "Do you think I'm fat?". He asked. "No, not at all". You replied. "And you're not fat or ugly either". Lance said, making you turn back to him. "I'm going to record a message for you in which I tell you how beautiful you are and I want you to listen to it when you feel like you're not. I want you to call me when you feel like you can't eat. And I want you to throw away the stupid scale you're hiding under the bed". Lance summed up, making you laugh a little. "Okay". You said, looking up at him with a smile. "Thank you". You softly said and you were both standing there, nearly stripped down to underwear. He lifted your chin with his fingers, letting them glide over your face. "You're gorgeous to me". Lance softly said, making you feel warm inside. His nose nuzzled against yours and your lips brushed over each other. Shivers ran up your spine when you kissed, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into his firm chest. Your arms curled around his neck, standing on your tippy toes.

"Do you want to stay the night? Help me with breakfast tomorrow?". You asked when you parted and he nodded. "Of course". Lance said, picking up your sweater and pulling it over your head again, folding your sweats onto your desk. You crawled under the sheets meanwhile as he stripped from his slacks, turning off the lights. "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?". Lance asked as he got in bed with you. "I haven't eaten pancakes in a while". You said. "Alright, I'll make you pancakes". He said, his arm wrapping around you again. "Great". You replied, focussing on the sound of his heartbeat under your ear as he held you like you were the most precious one in the world.