Imagine: Austin Mahone Edition *EDITING*

Insecurites are the WORST

I look in the mirror and frown for the 7th time. Every dress i've tried on today has made me feel like shit. I'm not even gonna be nice about it. I thought i'd like a particular style but after the first dress i decided to out it due to it making me look like Madea. I didn't know my body was this hideous. How could I have not noticed this?

Honestly I know i'm about to cry.

I turn and look in the mirror one last time. Every imperfection I have sticks out like neon signs. Tears start streaming down my face. I sob and let myself sink to the floor.

A knock on the door is the only thing that draws my attention away for feeling bad for myself.

"Someones in here," I say wiping my tears away. The door handle spins and I quickly scamper to my feet to stop the person but they get in.

"I said someones-" I stop when I notice the Trukfit hat that belongs to my boyfriend turn and face me.

"Austin, you can't be in here." I tell him with my head down.

"Exactly so be qu- are you crying? (Y/N) what's wrong?"

I look away and go to open the door.

"Austin go before you get us both in trouble."

His hand stops me as he grabs my wrists and pulls me to look at him.

"Y/N look at me"

I object his words. My eyes stay planted on the ground.

One of my wrists frees itself as Austin drops it to pick up my chin.

"Baby what is wrong?"

My eyes finally look to him. I notice his concern. It sticks out like a fish out of water.

"It's nothing.."

His posture changes as he gives me the face of disappointment.

"I know you're lying so just tell me the truth."

"Fine, look," I say as I rip my clothes back off and put the Madea dress back on.

"This is wrong," I say as I stare at myself with him grinning in the background.

"What's wrong with this?" He asks looking at me in a way I didn't think was possible with this outfit.

"This is what's wrong," I start. "I look horrible. None of the dresses look good on me. My butts too big, my curves don't fall in the right places, and these glasses make me the ugliest girl ever. I don't deserve you. I don't even deserve to know you."

Austin's eyes look up from my figure to my eyes.

"What are you talking about? You don't look horrible."

I look away as he speaks. I can't help but roll my eyes. Why are men liars??

"Honey look," he starts as he moves closer. "Your glasses make you unique. I love them. I love how they are big on your face so you constantly scoot them up. I love how at night after you take them off, you are so blind you can't even see how many fingers I'm holding in front of you. Also, I love these curves right here," he says as he places his arms around my waist. "And your butt.. it is big, but big in a good way. You are so perfect to me and I don't understand why you don't see that. If anything, I don't deserve you or to even know you. You are you, and that's who I fell in love with."

A smile somehow seeps to my face.

"Stop lying," I let out but with a giggle.

He starts laughing as well.

"I'm not. Get over yourself. I know you have insecurities but my love, you have no reason to."

Instead of replying I turn around and wrap my arms around the one guy who I know is bae.

"I love you so much Austin"

"You know I love you too," he says before pulling back and kissing me.