max pov:
i look in the mirror. god I hate how I look. I look like shit. i look like a cow. I'm so fucking ugly. how could bradley even like me? I sigh and try to look for my concealer.
bradley pov:
i start cooking for max since he can't cook for shit. we started dating around three months ago but it really feels like I've known him my whole life. suddenly I hear a loud noise in the bathroom. what the hell was that? who's in there-wait oh shit max is in there. I ran to the bathroom, "max? is that you are you okay?" I ask leaning against the door. "y-yeah I'm fine just cleaning" he chuckles nervously . I think I should go in. "can I come in?" I ask hesitantly. "okay." he sighs.
I open the door and see max with a big hoodie on and trying to cover up his vitiligo with makeup. "oh babe.." I sigh and hug him. "I'm sorry I-I'm so tired of how I look i look like so ugly, how do you even like me, have you seen me im hideous!" he says sobbing as he's hugging me. how am I not supposed to like him? he's seriously the most beautiful person I've ever seen. "max look at me," I grab his face with my hands and he looks at me. "your so beautiful. honest. trust me when I say that because it's true. your vitiligo is what makes you even more beautiful and unique, and besides how you look isn't going to stop me from loving you." that's the first time I've ever said I love you to him before. crap. "you love me?" he asks. "I do" I wipe his tear and a bit of the makeup off his face. he gives me a peck and hugs me again. "I love you too and thank you for comforting me" I smile at his response and we just lay in the bathroom floor hugging without a care in the world.
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guys this was my first oneshot so give me requests😔
