Is it that bad?

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Ashton
I woke up and glanced at the clock, 8:30. I got up and got into some jogging clothes, going out for a quick run before coming back home. I walked back inside and still heard Michael's nasal snores from upstairs. I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs, seeing Michael fast asleep on his back, his fading blue hair slightly covering his face. He had love bites on his collarbones, tummy, neck, and pelvic bone from last night, his belly rose and fell as he snored. I chuckled and shook him awake, his hazy green eyes looking up at me tiredly, "I'm tired." He moaned and swung his legs off the bed, "You had to get up sometime today. Take a shower babe." I smiled and pecked his cheek.

Michael
I blow dried the little hair I have left and got dressed, walking downstairs and my belly growled from hunger, I needed to get food in me. I made some eggs and took a couple slices of leftover pizza, seeing Ashton had a healthy plate with toast, egg whites and some fruit. "No wonder you can't lose that belly." He chuckled and poked my round tummy, I kept a straight face even though his comment made me feel empty. I ate all my breakfast, I've been stress eating lately, eating my feelings and it's all been going to my belly. I looked like a pregnant person, but all that was in my belly was food and fat. Ashton finished eating and pecked my lips, pinching my nipple and saying "Almost as big as Jessica Alba." My heart sank to my feet but I kept an emotionless face and waved goodbye as he left. Is it that bad looking? I got up and stopped infront of the full length mirror,  grimacing at my reflection. Round belly, squishy love handles that spilled over my jeans, thick thighs, chipmunk cheeks.Yuck.
I couldn't stop the tears that welled in my eyes and fell down my cheeks, turning into full on sobs and I sat on the couch. My sobs turned into sniffles and hiccups, the door opened and I quickly wiped my tears away, seeing Ashton with a pizza box in his hand. "Hey, what's the matter?" He asked as he set the pizza down, "Those jokes you made earlier made me feel like shit. I've been stressed out and I've been stress eating, I'm really insecure around you especially during sex and those jokes just really hurt." I frowned and Ashton's face dropped. "Babe, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings at all, I'm so sorry." He apoligized and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck repeatedly.  "It's okay." I smiled and kissed his cheek,  "I love you." He smiled and pecked my lips, "I love you too." I grinned.

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