Context: In which Gio, your boyfriend comes home to see you upset and stressed
Your Point of View
"Just five more pull ups. It's okay y/n you got this." You encouraged yourself.
You completed another pull up before falling back onto the matted floor in your boyfriend's training room.
"Y/n I'm home and I brought the Thai food!" Your boyfriend, Gio, called.
Your eyes fluttered open but your body made no movement. You heard Gio call your name again before he entered the training room where you were presently stationed.
"Uhm y/n? What are you doing in this room? It's your day off from your summer internship and you spent it in the training room?" He asked you.
"Just because you're the football player doesn't mean I can't exercise too." You grumbled.
"No it's just that you exercise once a week maximum. And it's always at the gym. What's up with you babe? You were in a good mood when I left for practice." The American replied with concern in his voice.
"Nothing, it's nothing. I'm fine. Just a little tired." You muttered.
"If you're sure then okay. You wanna go watch Gilmore Girls and eat Thai now?" Gio suggested.
You shook your head, "I won't be eating the takeaway today. You go watch Gilmore Girls, I'm going to continue exercising."
"Alright what the hell is up with you y/n? You don't want to eat Thai food or watch Gilmore Girls? Those are you two favourite things in the world. Why else do you think I sit through Gilmore Girls every weekend eating Thai food?" Gio questioned.
"I am fine Gio. I have no idea where you're getting this from." You whispered.
Gio sat down on the floor with you and moved your hair out of your face. He saw the depressed look in your eyes which were pooling with tears about to spill.
"Why are you about to cry y/n?" Gio murmured.
"What? No? It's nothing, there's just something in my eye." You sniffled.
"Is it a tear?" He asked softly.
At that moment, you could no longer hold it in. Tears came spilling down your cheeks as Gio held you tight, hugging you while you cried on his shoulder.
"What's wrong babe? You can tell me." He urged.
"My body's too ugly." You whimpered.
Gio looked at you flabbergasted, "What are you talking about y/n? You're perfect."
You shook your head no and wept, "Today, after I went food shopping, I stopped by that store across from the town square to try on some office appropriate clothes for my internship. I found this pair of trousers and decided to try on and go a size up for comfort but it didn't fit. Then I got another size up and it barely fit. When I tried to bring it up past my butt, I practically almost ripped them."
"Y/n, isn't this the same store who's had weird ass sizing for a while? You seem to always have problems with this store's sizing but not any other stores. And even if the pants didn't fit why would it matter?" Gio replied.
"I'm too fat Gio." You sighed.
Gio ran a hand through his hair, and took you hand while staring into you eyes.
"Y/n, nobody's ever said that to you have they? Y/n you're the most beautiful girl in the world, you always will be to me. Don't let some ridiculous store define how you see yourself. Even if you did weigh some more pounds, how could it matter? You're beauty doesn't depend on your weight." Gio soothed.
"You don't get it Gio. You're an athlete. You're fit and you know it. Nobody would ever tell you otherwise, people envy you. Nobody questions you. For me, when I see other girls, I know they're better looking than me because they probably have such a naturally high metabolism." You gulped.
"Even though people say they want to be thick now or whatever, I know that the original beauty standard will always be skinny girls. I'm so sick of trying to conform to the beauty standards, it's exhausting. But it's how I give myself validation." You breathed.
"You know y/n, that no matter what, you'll always be my definition of beauty. You're enough for me, you're enough for your family, you're enough for my family, you're enough for your friends. You just need to be enough for yourself." Gio advised.
You nodded, "I'm sorry. I don't even know why I'm crying. I guess I'm just so self conscious the littlest things throw me into an exercise frenzy. I just, I don't know what's up with me and why I care so much."
"It happens to the best of us y/n." Gio said.
"Now, do you wanna go eat Thai and watch Gilmore Girls? Because there's no one I'd rather do it with." Gio smiled.
"Only if I get the steamed dumplings." You challenged, a grin starting to force its way onto your face.
"Anything you want." Gio replied earnestly, wrapping his arms around you.
"In that case, can we play FIFA and eat Thai instead?" You requested.
Gio's soft smile turned to an ecstatic one.
"This is why I love you know." Gio mumbled, as you burred your head into his sweatshirt.
"I thought you loved me because I was perfect." You teased.
"That too." Gio quipped while hugging you even tighter.
"I love you too. But if I were to list every reason we'd be here all day." You voiced.
Gio smiled and hummed while the two of you sat hugging on the floor.
"On second thought, we can stay here instead." Gio decided.
"On the floor?" You gave him a look.
He nodded.
"You're a weirdo Giovanni Reyna. But I love you for it." You breathed.
Gio chuckled and before one knew it, their lips met. And so they remained that way for the rest of the night, just enjoying each other's presence.
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