Eve POV

It's April now. 

The weather is warmer and the sky is much more bright and less gloomy. I hate spring and summer because I don't like the heat. I like my sweaters and long sleeves.

Harry and I have been good, I think. He is more open in a sense. He hasn't told me about his past with his ex girlfriend, but he talks about himself more, which I like. We also hold hands and kiss more. We still haven't made it official that we're a thing, even though it's been three months. I don't think about that though, well I try. It's one step at a time. 

"Does this look okay?" I ask Kris while standing in my body mirror. We're going out to lunch today, which we don't really do because of our schedules. 

I'm wearing jean shorts that are loose fitting and don't squish my thighs. My shirt is a white and navy blue striped shirt that is a V neck. The sleeves are a good length as well. My shoes are brown sandals.

"Yeah, why?" Kris asks. 

*Flashback*

"I'm uh g-going to work now." I say to John who's in the kitchen typing on his laptop. He always yells at me when I told tell him I'm leaving. I always text him saying I left, but that's not good enough. His brown eyes look to me and his eyebrow raises.

"Wearing that?" He asks humorously.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I ask. My eyes look down at my outfit which is shorts and hoodie that says PACE on it. The shorts are loose fitting so it's kind of comfortable. It's warm outside but chilly enough for a hoodie. 

"I mean," He turns his body around to face me. "the shorts don't compliment you. Girls your size shouldn't wear shorts." 

"My size?" I ask with a confused look.

"Plus size." I feel my heart sting and me self esteem go lower.

I never thought I was fat. Since I didn't grow up with a Mom, my Dad always made sure to tell me that beauty comes in all different sizes. He also taught me that a size of a person doesn't define their beauty or how nice they are; everyone is equal. 

That stuck with me as I grew up. I didn't look at myself and think I was fat or pick out my flaws. I never did. Yes, my thighs touch and my stomach isn't the flattest, but that's the way I am. 

"I'm only a size 13." I say. 

"Yeah, fat." I bite my lip. "Sorry, plus size." He mimics.

"Can you stop calling me that?" I ask.

"What? I'm not going to lie to you Eve. I told you, you should start going to the gym to lose some weight."

"I don't want to lose weight." I say. He chuckles.

"I would if I were you. I recommend changing into pants. No one wants to see you in shorts." My shorts aren't even short. They're to my mid thigh. "Maybe stop the carbs."

"You're a dick today." I find myself saying out loud.

His eyebrow raises at me. "I'm sorry. I thought we're supposed to be honest with each other, since we're in a relationship." 

"There is a difference between being honest and mean."

"Eve, you're fat. It's okay, I'm still with you aren't I?" John says. "I mean yeah the cellulite and stretch marks aren't really pleasing to look at all the time, but that's your choice to not do anything about them."

"It's normal to have." I say.

"Yeah, when you're fat. No model has them."

"Because they're models who have a different metabolisms then me." I say like it's obvious. 

"You could look like that if you went to the gym and ate well." I bite down on my jaw. "Just saying."

"Just saying." I mimic under my breath.

"What was that?" John asks. His voice tense.

"Nothing. I have to leave now."

"You're not changing? I mean, I guess you can go like that. No guy would flirt with you anyways." My eyes sting and my eyes look to my feet. I walk upstairs and change into my jeans then leave the house. 

*End of Flashback*

"I might just wear jeans." I say to Kristin who furrows her eyebrows at me.

"Why? Your vag will be sweating." She chuckles. She pulls her hair into a pony tail. 

"The place will have AC." I murmur. I grab my black jeans that are hanging up in my closet and change into them. Kris gives me a weird look then her face returns back to normal and she changes the topic to something else.

***

At lunch I ordered a salad. Kris questioned me on that choice and I just said I wasn't feeling well and wanted to eat light.

I'm home now with Doug, as always. 

I'm watching TV in my living room and the dog is on the floor laying on his back. I don't question him.

I take my phone resting beside me and unlock it.

Me: hi

Harry: hello

Me: wyd

Harry: project stuff, you?

Me: nothing

Me: i'll leave you be then

Harry: i need a break anyways :)

Harry: how was your day?

Me: eh

Me: you?

Harry: eh

Me: why eh for you?

Harry: because your day was eh

Me: cheesy 

Harry: :)

Harry: want me to stop by later? 

Me: if you're too busy it's okay, i'll see you tomorrow anyways

Harry: it's no problem eve

Harry: i'll be over at 8

Me: okay

***

My head is on Harry's chest and his fingers run through my hair. My eyes are on the TV. We're on season three of American Horror Story. That's kind of like our thing now. 

"Everything okay?" Harry asks me. My eyes break away from the TV and I look to him. His green eyes were peering down at me.

"Yeah, why?" I ask.

"I don't know. You just seem a little off today."

"I'm fine." I say with an assuring smile. He leans down and kisses my forehead. 

"Eve?" 

"Yes?"

"If I hypothetically ask you to be my girlfriend, would you hypothetically say yes?" I chuckle and smile at his words.

"Yes." I say.

"Okay." He says with a soft smile. "Will you be my girlfriend then?" I laugh making his dimples appear on his cheeks.

"Yes." I say. Harry grins and kisses my lips. They're soft against mine. 

My head goes back to resting on his chest and his arm drapes around me. My body relaxes against him and my eyes flicker shut every so often. 

Soon I fall asleep.

***

"Eve." I hear a voice groan beside me. The sound of my loud alarm going off fills my ears. I reach up and turn off my alarm on my phone. I lay back down and face Harry who has tired eyes. 

"Sleep well?" I ask with a yawn. A twitching smile goes on his lips.

"Yes, what about you?" Harry asks. His fingers rub my lower back.

"I slept well." I say. I rub my eyes. 

Since I dated John I've had sleeping problems, from the obvious. After I left I haven't slept the same. I only sleep well when Harry sleeps beside me. I think it's odd.

"We should get ready for work." Harry says. His morning voice is the most soothing thing to me.

"I know." I sigh. My eyes shut briefly. I sit up and itch my bed head. Doug is by my feet and his tongue is out. I smile at my dog. 

***

Harry let me carpool with him to work. He has a nice car. It's a black BMW with tinted windows and leather seats that are comfortable to sit on. 

We step into the office and his hand detaches from mine. "I'll see you in the morning meeting?" Harry asks me. I nod and he smiles polity before walking away.

I get some glances from the three interns that are left out of the ten. 

~

I'm at my little desk and I'm reading over manuscripts. As I work, I listen into the conversation behind me. 

"I swear she's only here because she's with Mr. Styles." A girl named Chloe says.

"It's obvious." Nate, another intern replies. "I mean, he does favorite her." 

"Totally." Chloe mutters. "I mean, she should get a different internship. It's not fair to us who actually want the job."

"It would be nice of her. Mr. Styles can give her a recommendation." 

"True." The girl replies. 

"It annoys me. He totally favors her. Then there is the rest of us who have to fend for ourselves." Nate complains.

"I know." She shrugs. "Maybe I should start sucking my bosses dick for attention. I bet he doesn't even know our names. He's cold to us." 

I turn around and look at them. Their eyes peer up at me. "If you'd like to talk behind my back, keep your voice down." I scold.

"Or what? You'll go to your boyfriend?" Chloe mocks.

"Why would I do that?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows. "I doubt Mr. Styles cares about petty intern drama." I say. 

"It's not petty when your job is on the line." Nate buts in.

"I'm not with him to get ahead, just saying. It's everyone for themselves. Maybe you should focus on that rather than making friends." I say. "Just some advice."

"It also doesn't help that you're with the CEO of the place." 

"That's nothing but my own business." My voice is cold and annoyed. "If you have a problem with me, talk to your boss about it. Other then that, shut your trap so I can work in peace." 

Their eyes scowl at me. I turn back around and roll my eyes at the two people behind me.

A://N

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1) i'll be altering Eve from the person i casted her as: meaning im changing her weight, height, body shape, etc. i just want to point that out. 

i also want to say since i've hinted that Eve isn't "skinny", that does not mean i'll be shaming body types that are different than what i'm making hers. I know a lot of my readers are different sizes, and it's also not a cool thing to do. 

2) i'm not going to go into depth with Eve's past for the fact i don't want to make some of you uncomfortable. (the abuse from john) 

if you don't mind reading it, comment and i'll put a warning. if you do mind (and be honest) i'll just do it how I am. either way i'm fine writing both, i just want everyone to feel comfortable reading this book! i also don't know the age range from my readers and all.

~lauren