Fatty fatty two by four! Can't fit through the kitchen door!

That hateful rhyme, the one that made you want to curl up and cry till season 3 of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. It was a rhyme that haunted your middle/high school dreams. Playing over and over again in your head, you even found yourself humming the tune with tears streaming down your face. You thought that it was over done, it was left behind at your high school never to be heard again. Until today.

You had shown up to work with a smile on your face, your boyfriend Tom had made your favorite food before leaving to film in Russia. And today you might get a promotion. Your supervisor had quit last week and needed to fill the spot. You showed up to work and sat down in your cubicle and began to type up your news article.

You had your dream job, writing articles on the bullying and heartbreak of teens because of society. You loved your job because you wanted to help those who go through what you went through at high school.

Suddenly you felt a glass of water spill down your head soaking your hair that took you twenty minutes; and heard a familiar cackles you never thought you'd hear again. "Whoopsie! That just slipped." Cara, your middle/high school bully taunted. "Looks like the fatty's all wet. Did you know fatty, I got the new job opening of..." She paused for a dramatic effect. "Your supervisor! Guess they don't want someone fat like you to have an important job." Cara smirks before chanting softly, leaning so her lips were by your ear, "fatty fatty two by four. Can't fit through the kitchen door." She pats your head and walks away, heels clicking, taunting, with each step.

Your eyes tear up and you swallow hard not wanting to show Cara what her presence really did to you. You brush your wet hair out of your face, too afraid to stand up in fear of Cara being nearby. Finishing the article as quickly as possible you type up an email submitting the article along with a notification that you were going home early. Collecting your things you kept your head down and left the office.

You hailed a cab and climbed in, the work pressure increasing. You could feel the build up of tears in your eyes and bit your tongue in effort to keep them in.

When you reached your apartment building you payed the cabbie and hastily got out barely making it into the elevator by the time the waterworks started. At first it was just silent tears streaming down your face. You unlocked the door and saw a letter on the fridge from Tom.

(Y/N),
My darling, stay happy. If you get your promotion or not it won't matter to me, because to me you are perfect. I know you've had a rough past, I know it's hurt you. I wish I could be there to celebrate with you or give you a shoulder to cry on. I left a box on our bed before I left. Each envelope has and Open When... On it. I'm going to be gone for a while and I wanted you to have a piece of me. Inside each envelope is a flash drive with a video letter. I made them so you don't miss me tons. I love you (Y/N) I love you so much.

~Tom xoxo

You smiled softly wiping the tears away. You went into the bathroom and erased all the makeup pretending that the makeup was every bad thing that happened to you.

That night as you were scooping ice cream into your mouth you thought about everything.

In middle school you were slightly fat, about twenty pounds over weight but you were constantly active not seeing it as a big deal. Besides you had muscles. Cara, however, thought it was terrible. She made all the guys see you as a fat desperate wanna be. In high school you went on a diet, no more than 1500 calories and no junk food. Still Cara bullied you making every girl hate you except your longtime best friend {insert best friend's name}.

It had been ten years since you had last seen Cara and you had achieved the perfect body in your eyes. You had a six-pack, thighs that didn't resemble elephant-sized pancakes when you say down, and you lost the baby fat in your checks during puberty in college.

The biggest thing, however, that you got over was feeling good about how you looked no matter what. It didn't matter if you were three hundred pounds or one-fifty. The biggest reason for that was Tom.

Tom came into your life when you were in a hole. A hole from all the bulling throughout your life. You felt every word ring true and each bit of hate became a chain that tied you to a darkness. Tom broke that chain and freed you from it. Now the chain had come back and you were scared.

~Time Skip To 3 Months Later~

Tears ran down your face as you thought about what happened at work not even an hour earlier. Cara had taken your article you'd been working on for three months, deleted the file, tore up the printouts, and told you to write it again. Shortly thereafter she screamed abuse at you and wrecked your desk. Onlookers feigned blindness afraid that if they helped you they would inflict that wrath upon themselves. Cara acted like an angle when her boss came to inspect.

You were rapidly falling into a hole. Tom was still filming in Russia and you barely talked. You missed his cheeky smile, his dorky laugh, his warmth at night, his sweet nothings that brightened any day even ones like these. Yet he was gone. Suddenly insecurities began to multiply in your head.

What if Tom finds someone else? What if he thinks I'm fat? What if the only reason he hadn't broken up with you yet is because he didn't want to hurt your feelings? What if he meets Cara and she takes him away? What if...

All those thoughts pile up in your head and you cry harder and harder. You stumble into your bedroom and go straight to the box Tom left. You search through the envelopes looking for any that would sweep away the insecurities. You found two: Open When You're Falling Into The Hole Again and Open When You Have Doubts About Me.

You wipe your eyes and pick up the letters. You shakily stand up and walk over to the computer. You open the doubts one first and plug a green colored flash drive in. You drag the mouse over to the file and click on the video titled the same as the envelope. Tom's face fills the screen.

"Hey (Y/N). There's something wrong because I hoped you would never have to see this video. Yet here we are." Tom takes a breath as if to steady himself. "The thing is (Y/N) I love you. I chose you. Not some silly little model who may have bigger breasts but you. I love you more than anything I ever thought possible. You made the light inside me shine brighter than ever before. You made everything about me so much more special and I thank you for that. You (Y/N) (Y/L/N), are my one true love and I miss you so so much." Tom smiles and waves again before the video goes dark.

You smile your doubts erased and send Tom a quick I love you text with a smiley face. You then with shaky hands open the falling into a hole envelope and pull out a yellow flash drive. You follow the same procedure as earlier until you see your boyfriends beautiful face on screen.

"(Y/N)." Tom breaths out as if your name was the cure to everything. You see tears in his eyes and he subconsciously runs a hand through his hair. "(Y/N)." He repeats voice steadier.

"When we first met you were in this hole. A hole that was deeper than anything I ever dreamed possible. You have a past that has more despair than I wish for you. You were crumbling in on yourself falling slowly into a self destruct path. I met you at a café down on 6th and you were a part-time waitress. I thought you were so beautiful but I noticed whenever I made you laugh it never quite reached your eyes. It only made it halfway there as if you wanted the laugh, the smile, to be real but you also wanted someone to notice it wasn't.

"Soon after you and I had gone on thirteen dates and we had kissed after one and made out after three. I was walking you home when we stopped at the park and watch the night sky. I looked down at you about to point out Orion's Belt when I saw you crying." Tom takes a deep breath, a few tears escaping down his face. You try to touch his face through the computer.

"You told me everything. Everything that brought you into a hole. You told me you had recently gained weight and felt ashamed. You told me, 'You don't deserve me. You deserve someone who isn't broken: broken like me.' You stood up and tried to break up with me. I wouldn't hear a word of it."

~Meanwhile In Tom's POV~

I had gotten a text from (Y/N) saying I love you and I smiled. I was going to surprise (Y/N) since I had come home early since filming had ended early. I silently unlocked the door and heard crying. Then I heard my voice, talking about when we first met. I brought a shocked hand up to my lips, tears bundling up. 'No,' I think shocked. 'Please don't make her be in the hole. Not again. Not my angel.' I silently creep up behind her.

~(Y/N)'s POV~

"I wouldn't hear a word of it. I wrapped you up in my arms and told you I loved you more than I ever had and..." Suddenly I hear not only Tom's voice in the video but also as if it was right behind me.

"I will love you forever and I am always here for you." Suddenly I felt lips on my neck I turn around in shock.

"T-Tom?" You whisper.

"I'm right here my darling, right here." Tom envelope you in a hug and you hug him back staining his shirt with tears. "What's wrong?"

"Am I fat?" You whisper softly. The song creeping into your thoughts. "C-Cara, she said n-no one c-could love a f-fatty like m-me." You mumble.

"I don't care. I don't care what Cara thinks. Your my angle. I wouldn't care if you were obese or a stick, though I would attempt to get some weight on you. I didn't fall in love with a number on the scale, I fell in love with the girl on the scale. I fell in love with you (Y/N). Not your number." Tom tells you pulling back.

Wiping the tears away with his thumb. You grip at his hands and smile sniffling a bit. Tom leans in and captures his lips with yours.