James Maslow Imagines (Clean Version)

She's No You

Here's another imagines drabble about James comforting you.

Flipping through the Vogue magazine, with every page you turned, the frown in your forehead deepened.

James came walking in silently, his hair was still wet, meaning he was just done showering.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ He asked, running his hand through his hair, flipping it to the side. You met his eyes, just to replace the frown with a smile.

You tossed away the magazine on the table and stood up, walking over to him.

‘’Oh, nothing.’’ You smiled. James smiled back, holding your waist, kissing your jawline softly. He glanced back on the magazine.

‘’You do know those pictures are altered, don’t you?’’ He said in between kisses. You sighed.

‘’They’re just so beautiful and I’m here looking like a potato. You can get better.’’ You said. James laughed out.

‘’I mean it. Look at her, she’s stunning.’’ You said, looking serious. He used both of his hands to get your hair out of your face, leaving them on the sides of your head.

‘’She’s no you.’’ James said, kissing your forehead.

‘’B-‘’

‘’She’s only a picture on a magazine, babe, can’t you see that you’re the only one I really want?’’

‘’Everything about you, is a thousand times more beautiful than an altered picture of a girl on a magazine.’’ He said, making eye contact.

‘’You mean it?’’

‘’Of course I do. Why do you think I’m in love with you?’’ He chuckled.

‘’You’re beautiful on the inside AND the outside.’’ You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips.

‘’Thank you, honey.’’

James pulled you closer, kissing you more passionately.

‘’I wasn’t quite finished yet.’’ He grinned, kissing you again.