Requested by unknown: Tom and Y/N are married. Y/N starts feeling insecure about her weight, and so starts starving herself. Tom notices, and reassures her that he finds her beautiful, no matter what her size.

*Please note: this one-shot contains mentions of body issues and weight issues, as well as unhealthy practices of losing weight. Please do not read this chapter if that's too much for you to handle right now, and as usual, my DMs are always open if anyone needs to talk. Love you guys, and please continue loving yourselves for who you are xoxo*

"Fucks' sake." I mumbled through gritted teeth, the tips of my fingers turning white from the tightness of which I was holding my dress with as I desperately tried to force it together. I stared at the bits of fabric in the mirror and internally willed for the pieces to somehow come close enough together for me to zip it up, but no matter how hard I tried, an inch or two stayed in between the bits. Meaning that I couldn't zip it up. I let go and gave up with a puff of breath, tears pricking my eyes at the fact that this dress that had fit me only a month ago...now didn't.

"My love, are you nearly ready?" I sighed and looked over my shoulder as Tom's silky voice called out from downstairs.

"Y-yeah, Tommy, I'll be down in five!" I returned before I raised my hand and harshly wiped away the tear that had managed to escape. I had been married to Tom now for five years, and the kind and handsome Londoner was undoubtedly the love of my life. We'd met at a party seven years ago, and had been together ever since, with us having married five years ago and having started trying for our first baby six months ago. But trying for a baby was getting increasingly hard, purely for the reason that I was becoming less and less confident with my body by the day. I wasn't sure what had happened since I definitely wasn't pregnant, but for the last three or four months, I had been gaining weight uncontrollably. I wasn't necessarily overweight for someone my age and height, but I had gone up four dress sizes, and nothing that I was attempting to shake the weight back off was working. Tonight truly took the cake, though. Tonight was the premiere of Tom's most recent movie, 'Uncharted', and when I had bought this dress a month ago specifically for this event, I had been so excited. I had been so excited...until I had tried to zip it up ten minutes ago, and had found that it was far from closing. I choked and shook my head, everything in me trying to maintain my composure, otherwise I'd have to redo my makeup too as I let the dress drop to the floor. I grabbed another dress from our wardrobe and threw it on, nothing about me caring anymore about how I looked as I zipped it up and grabbed my clutch bag before heading out of our bedroom. Tom looked up at me from the bottom of the stairs as I appeared at the top, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw me.

"Darling, you look beautiful, but I thought that you were wearing that purple dress?" He asked. My eyes wavered.

"U-um, yeah, I was going to, but I changed my mind." I lied with a nonchalant shrug as I started to walk down the stairs.

"Okay, my love. Well, like I said, you look beautiful regardless." Tom smiled as I reached him, and his hand immediately moved to my waist. I couldn't help but genuinely return the smile, my heart fluttering at the fact that even after almost a decade together, my husband still never failed to make me feel like I was the only one that he'd ever have eyes for.

"Thank you, Tommy. You don't look too shabby yourself." I teased. He smirked and shook his head, making me giggle as he leant in and gently kissed me before pulling away.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's go." He nodded as his gorgeous chocolate eyes flicked over my face.

"Let's." I smiled as I took his arm, and he opened the door for us to leave together for the premiere.

~One month later~

Tom's P.O.V

Tom and Y/N sat at the table in their kitchen, the pair of them enjoying a quiet night in and a candlelit dinner as they wound down from what had been an extremely busy day.

"Filming starts next month, so I need to start sorting out flights for New York. I take it that you're coming with me, darling?" Tom asked as he stuck a forkful of his steak into his mouth. He looked up, his eyebrows furrowed as Y/N didn't respond to him. Instead, his beautiful wife of five years was just staring at her plate, her eyes empty as she aimlessly pushed the food around the porcelain with her own fork.

"Sweetheart." Tom spoke again, making Y/N raise her head to look at him.

"What?" She asked. Tom's eyes widened slightly, his concern growing by the second as he could tell that something was wrong. The same something that had been wrong for the last month, but he still hadn't been able to figure it out.

"I asked if you're wanting to go with me to New York whilst I film 'The Crowded Room'." He repeated. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.

"S-sorry, Tommy, yeah, yeah of course I'll come." She replied with a smile, but Tom could tell that it was very forced.

"My love, are you okay? I don't want to force you into telling me anything, but I've noticed that you've seemed a little off the last few weeks. I'm really starting to get worried." He admitted. After all, Tom knew his wife, and he knew when something was wrong. Ever since that night a month ago when Y/N had come downstairs wearing a different dress to what she had planned, Tom had sensed that something was off with her. She seemed to be eating less and exercising more, she would now spend every meal pushing the food around her plate in an attempt to make it look like she was eating it, but in actual fact, would only have a bite or two. She had undoubtedly lost a lot of weight in the last four weeks, but Tom had noticed that only was she not doing it in a healthy way, but she'd also lost way more than what was healthy. His beautiful, normally full of life wife was now nothing more than skin and bone, and Tom had to admit that that broke his heart.

"I'm fine, Tommy, I promise. But, I do need the loo." She chuckled, making Tom sigh and follow her with his gaze as she pushed her chair out and stood from the table.

"Okay, sweetheart." He nodded. She gave him a small smile and blew him a kiss, making him return the smile as she left the kitchen, and disappeared towards the stairs. But as soon as she was gone, Tom's smile dropped, and he stood up too. He knew that something was up, and so he was going to find out what that was.

Y/N's P.O.V

Tom and I sat at the table in our kitchen, the pair of us enjoying a quiet night in and a candlelit dinner as we wound down from what had been an extremely busy day. Well, Tom was enjoying the candlelit dinner. I, on the other hand, couldn't force myself to stop playing with my food, and put more than the two forkfuls that I'd already eaten into my mouth. Since the 'Uncharted' premiere a month ago, since having failed to get into the dress that I had been so excited to wear, I had made sure to eat a lot less than I had previously been eating. I would try to never have more than five forkfuls of any meal, I exercised at every chance that I got, and I had even started to make myself throw up if I felt that I'd eaten too much. I knew that this wasn't healthy, but it was becoming an addiction. A problem. One that was proving harder to stop by the day.

"Sweetheart." Tom's voice called out, making me snap out of my own head and look up at him.

"What?" I asked, my eyes slightly wide as a result of my husband having so suddenly broken the silence that I had been engulfed in. His eyes widened slightly too.

"I asked if you're wanting to go with me to New York whilst I film 'The Crowded Room'." He repeated. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, my heart hating myself right now for the fact that I hadn't been listening at all to the love of my life.

"S-sorry, Tommy, yeah, yeah of course I'll come." I replied with a forced smile.

"My love, are you okay? I don't want to force you into telling me anything, but I've noticed that you've seemed a little off the last few weeks. I'm really starting to get worried." He admitted. My eyes wavered as he spoke, my heart dropping to my feet as I gulped. After all, Tom knew me like the back of his hand, and he likely knew that something was wrong. But of course I had to protect him from the pain that I was intentionally forcing onto myself. I was sure that he'd have noticed my weight loss, but at the end of the day, that was a good thing, and so I doubted that he minded.

"I'm fine, Tommy, I promise. But, I do need the loo." I chuckled falsely as my mind started to fill purely with the thought that I needed to throw up what I'd just eaten. And I needed to do it now. Tom sighed and followed me with his gaze as I pushed my chair out and stood from the table.

"Okay, sweetheart." He nodded. I  gave him a small smile and blew him a kiss, making him return the smile as I left the kitchen, and disappeared towards the stairs. But as soon as I was gone, my smile dipped, and I rushed up to the bathroom. I hurried in and shut the door before throwing the toilet seat up, my body filling with anxiety as I shoved my fingers down my throat.

"Darling?" My eyes widened, a panicked gasp leaving my lips as I removed my fingers from my mouth and looked over my shoulder to where Tom's voice had just called out, and footsteps were approaching the bathroom.

"T-Tommy-shit, don't come in!" I yelled.

"Why not? Are you okay-." The door opened, making my eyes widen as Tom entered the room. His eyes wavered as he saw me.

"My love, w...what are you doing? Are you trying to make yourself sick?" He scoffed quietly. I choked and bit my lip, my mind knowing that I couldn't hide this from him anymore as I collapsed next to the toilet, and sat down against the cold tiles.

"I'm sorry, Tommy. I'm sorry." I shook my head, the tears immediately starting to leave my eyes as everything felt like it was crashing down. Tom returned the head shake and rushed to me, my husband sitting down next to me and scooping me lovingly up into his arms within seconds. The action made the floodgates open, tears now relentlessly leaving my eyes as I just held onto my husband for dear life.

"I'm sorry, Tommy, I've been stupid, I'm so sorry." I sobbed.

"What did you do, sweetheart? Talk to me, I'm so worried about you, please." Tom choked, his hands soothingly running through my hair as he pressed his lips to my forehead. I returned the choke and bit my lip as I looked up at him.

"I gained so much weight in the last year that I really started to hate myself, and the tipping point was the premiere last month. I couldn't wear the dress, Tommy. I couldn't wear it because it wouldn't zip up, it wasn't that I didn't want to wear it, I couldn't. I felt so disgusting, so insecure, so I decided to do something about it. But what I did was stupid. I've made myself sick, Tommy, I've made myself so fucking sick." I sobbed into my husband's neck.

"Oh, my love. Oh, my beautiful love." Tom choked, making me squeeze my eyes shut as he pulled me even closer.

"You will always be beautiful to me, sweetheart. It doesn't matter what size you are, as long as you're healthy, and right now, you're not. But that's okay because we're going to get you help. Please just know that your size will never matter to me. I will never see you as any less attractive for gaining weight. I have too much love for you to let a number on a scale change that, and to let you continue hurting yourself like this. We'll get you help. I promise." He cooed as his lips continued to press to my head.

"So you're not mad at me?" I whispered.

"Of course I'm not, my love. I just want you to get well again. And I'm not going to leave your side during that." He promised. I nodded and bit my lip, my heart so full of love for the man cradling me as I held onto him for dear life.

"Thank you, Tommy. Thank you. I love you." I spoke softly.

"I love you too, my darling. And your weight is never going to change that." He reassured again, making me give him a small smile as I leant up and gently pressed our lips together.