Strawberry Lipstick - Y.B Imagines

Hate myself

*Teen AU* Desc: Dom's a new 17 year old singer, and all the typical insecurities and embarrassments of teenage years are thrown to a massive audience. Dom hates himself, and you try to comfort him, as his significant other

As you went back into yours and Dom's bedroom, you saw he was fast asleep. You wondered how to wake him, it was always a decision about to let him sleep longer or to wake him up yourself.

In the end, you chose to wake him yourself, he hated it more when management woke him up. You climbed up the bunk bed, your face facing his own. You smiled softly, he always looked so pretty.

It was such a shame he couldn't see it. He was beautiful, undeniably. But he didn't see it. Every teenager has insecurities, but being in the media only made him feel worse about himself, always being on display.

Every teenager feels like they're always on display, always being stared at. It'd fuck with anyone's head when that fantasy actually becomes a reality. And a cruel reality, the media isn't nice to teenagers.

Your finger rhythmically tapped against his cheek, softly, trying to wake him up. "Dommy," You said in a soft, almost sing song voice. He groaned, waking up, annoyed. "What time is it?" He said, slowly.

"9am bubs, you've gotta leave in an hour," You said, pressing a kiss against his forehead. He groaned as he got adjusted to waking up for the day, pulling the covers down from his face, then down to his body.

"How are you bubs?" You asked as he sat up in bed. "Shit," He groaned. You quickly got down from the ladder, allowing him to get off from his bed. "I'm sorry baby," You said as you saw him check the mirror.

That damn mirror.

It'd brought on so many arguments between the two of you. He looked himself over in the mirror. You knew that all he saw was imperfections, things wrong with his face, body, his hair, everything about him.

Especially his acne. He had pimples everywhere, covering his face. Some were spots he could pop, some were more marks on his face, shades of reds and pinks, but it didn't matter what type, he hated them all.

And his acne wasn't limited to his face, he had pimples on his chest and back. Every time, you assured him it didn't bother you, he still felt horrible about himself. He felt ugly, like he didn't deserve to be with someone as gorgeous as you.

"You alright Dom?" You said, doing your makeup in the mirror, sitting on the bed. "Fine," He said, going to get dressed. He got up, going through his wardrobe to pick up his outfit for the day. He picked out the outfit, changing into it.

Once he was dressed, he did his hair, finally ready for the day. Management was going to do his makeup for him anyways. "Do I look alright?" You asked, standing up and brushing your whole outfit down.

"Look absolutely gorgeous my love," Dom smiled, looking back at you. You saw the love in his eyes, he was completely whipped for you. All the articles talked about it, and you couldn't deny it.

There was a car honk outside, managements lovely way of telling Dom they were there to pick him up. Getting up, you went outside. The car were there, waiting on the road. You and Dom held hands, getting in the car.

"Dom have you done your hair?" The driver, his manager asked. He nodded slowly. "I told you not to, you know it makes more work for Leanne," He said. Dom slowly nodded, feeling guilty already.

You instantly got mad at the very mention of Leanne. She was Dom's stylist and a complete bitch. She got angry at Dom for having acne, like it wasn't one of the most normal things for teenagers to have.

Getting to the stadium, Dom was instantly whisked away to makeup. Leanne grumbled the whole way through doing Dom's hair, then moved to his makeup. "Have you even tried doing what I told you?!" She complained.

Dom's whole face dropped, he seemed on the verge of tears. She'd told him to not drink any fizzy drinks, and cut back on greasy food. "I have!" He whined, hating not being believed. "He has," You said, defending him.

She grumbled, having to take your word for it as she packed foundation onto Dom's face, trying to cover all the acne the best she could. "Bloody stubborn spots," She complained. You wanted to punch her then.

// Time Skip //

The show was done, and Dom and you were were winding down for the night. "C'mere," You said, patting down the space next to him. He sat down and you took your makeup wipes, cleaning off his face, holding his chin.

"Done," You smiled as you binned the wipe. He looked back at himself in the mirror and innocently, you ruffled his hair. He felt his eyes well with tears and he soon broke down, covering his face.

"Hey, hey, c'mere Dom," You said, wrapping your arms around him. Kissing his forehead, he looked up at you and you immediately saw it. The pain in his eyes, how much he was hurting inside.

"Why am I so ugly?"

"Dom!" You immediately said, surprised. "Don't say that about yourself," You said, holding his face so he looked at you. "But it's true Y/N," He said with a sad voice, trying to not even look at you, it hurt him too much.

Holding him tight, you carried him to the bedroom and lay with him, kissing him softly. "You're absolutely gorgeous Dom, I promise you," You told him. "Lie," He said quickly, before you cut him off again.

"Remember what you used to tell me?" You asked. He paused to think but you could tell he hadn't figured it out. "It doesn't matter if everyone else thinks you're ugly because you're stunning to me," You said, quoting him.

His lips pursed, but he was used to hearing it. He pouted as you left another kiss to his forehead. "I know loving yourself is so difficult Dom, but you need to stop talking bad about yourself, it's not helping," You said.

"I know," He said defeated, resting his head in your neck. He relaxed, kissing your cheek softly. "I love you..." He muttered softly, running his hand through your hair. You smiled, looking over at him. "I love you too,"

A/N! Hi ppl! So it's half term (finally) and I'm sorry if I'm not active for the next week, it's my sister's birthday & I've got a lot of family visiting in that I haven't seen for years! Love you all, Lana <3