why don't we imagines!

insecure: c.b

you stood in the bathroom, alone, staring at yourself in the mirror.

your stretch marks were running up your thighs.

you hated them.

why couldn't you look like the other girls.

they don't have these problems.

you sigh and pull your shorts up and put your hoodie back on.

you layed in bed softly crying.

corbyn could have any other girl but for some reason he wants you.

corbyn's pov:

i open the door to our house.

" baby i'm home! " i yell and get no response.

i walk up to our bedroom and hear a soft sniffle.

was she crying?

i open the door urgently and run to her side.

i got in bed next to her.

" baby what's wrong? why are you crying? " i held her face in my hands wiping her tears away.

" my stretch marks are so ugly. i'm ugly. god, you deserve better. why on earth do you want me? " she whispered, her body shaking lightly.

" listen to me i never ever wanna hear you say that you're ugly again. you are stunning. i want you because you make me happier than i've ever been. and you're so perfect for me it's crazy. i love you so much, baby. so much. "

she snuggled her head into my chest and i placed a few soft kisses on her head.

we kissed and it felt like the first time we kissed everytime.

she's so special.

" promise me you'll tell me when you feel like this ever again okay? " i said holding her hand.

she nodded and soflty said, " i promise. "

edited on 23/09/2021
- morgan :)