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insecurities - Slash

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Y/N watched Slash hang out with the band and whoever else was in the dressing room. Despite being shy he still had the high from the show running through his veins, which allowed him to be at ease, laughing and joking with everyone else.

She was sitting on one of his legs, her head tucked in the crook of his neck, when her eyes landed on a few girls who she had noticed had been eyeing him all the time.

They were slim with flawless skin, long perfectly styled-to-look-wild hair, make up done just right and clothes hugging their perfect bodies.

Y/N didn't have a problem with her looks most of the time. She felt confident in her clothes and skin and Slash always reminded her one way or another of how beautiful he thought she was.

But it was still hard, sometimes, to think why he was with her. He could have those perfect girls who threw themselves at him, so why was he with her?

She wasn't perfect. She had a few scars on her skin from stupid things she did as a teen, her hair wasn't always perfect, her body wasn't like theirs. She was stubborn and worried a bit too much sometimes.

Maybe he'd be better with those girls...

The thoughts began to get louder and louder and suddenly, being in that room became to much. She put on her best fake smile and said she'd be back in a second.

She speed-walked out of there and run outside of the bar they played on, leaning against the wall. Her breathing was getting a little erratic and her nerves were getting the best of her, but that was nothing that a smoke couldn't help with.

She pulled a cigarette out of the pocket of her jacket, well Slash's jacket, and lit it up, instantly feeling a bit of relief as the smoke filled her lungs.

She stood outside until the cigarette was fully smoke, but she still didn't feel like going back inside and seeing those girls again. She decided to lit up another cigarette and stayed outside for a bit longer.

As the first cigarette turned into a second, that second turned into a third and eventually a forth.

"There you are..." Slash spoke, sounding relieved as he walked out the same back door she had walek through a few minutes ago. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his eyes scan hers for a little before he spoke again. "Is everything okay?"

Y/N shrugged, smoking the last bit of the cigarette before throwing it to the floor. "It's silly, it'll go away." She forced a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Slash hugged her more tightly, pecking her lips. "It's clearly upsetting you. You almost ran out of the dressing and then disappeared from the bar altogether..."

Y/N looked deeply into his eyes for a few seconds before speaking. "Why are you with me?"

"What?" He asked, so shocked with the question that he looked like he got a whiplash from it.

"You can have those girls..." She said, moving her hands to his shoulders. "They're all pretty like models. I'm just me."

Slash looked at Y/N like she had kicked his pet snake. "I'm with you because I love you." He answered, cupping her face. "You put up with my bullshit, with my drugs, with my playing in the middle of the night because I can't sleep, with me and my snakes. You're beautiful and you're intelligent and you stand up for yourself. I love every little thing about you. No one else is like you." He smiled, tenderly kissing her lips.

A small tear fell down her cheek at his words. "I love you so much..." She said with a stained voice, hiding her face in his neck, feeling protected and comforted by the gigantic mass of curls around her.

"You're the love of my life sweetheart, don't ever forget that." He cooed, hugging her close against his chest.