boyfriend, trent alexander-arnold

❪ ♡ ✦ ❫ ━ i think you're pretty

「 I THINK YOU'RE PRETTY! 」

summary: reader doesn't think
she's pretty, trent is ready
to squash that thought.

disclaimers: lil drabble, cliffhanger
(you have been warned!) reader is a
little insecure, but reader can pull
girls and guys, childhood bestfriends
my beloved trope 🫶

word count: 0.8k

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                  "Wait, actually? You don't think people think you're pretty?"

You don't even know how the conversation ended up on this topic. Sitting at the balcony catching up with Trent after you moved away. Now, he's a big shot footballer and you're working to get your degree.

Fifteen year old you guys would be proud.

You shook your head, it's not a new thought for you, "Nah, but that's okay though. I think I'm pretty, but I don't know if I am someone's hallway crush or people just look at me and think — Wow, pretty."

This is the type of stuff that you only spill on your diary, but it's Trent, and he knows more about you than you do yourself.

It's not something new you have come to terms with, after seeing most of your friends' getting crushes, getting hit on, going on dates and having relationships except you, you have made peace with it.

Trent's forehead creases, as if the statement offended him more than you, "That's crazy, tha'" Trent could not believe what you just said. You? Not pretty? Are you insane?

Turning your head to face him, you warmly smiled, "Don't pretend, T." and when you look at Trent, taking in his features, now this is pretty. "You're pretty. People think you're pretty."

You didn't know why you decided to say that. Maybe because the moonlight illuminates his skin and eyes, making him shine a little bit brighter. Butterflies swarm your belly, as your hand sweats.

Trent's cheeks went warm, he thinks he's the luckiest person ever to get a compliment from you. His heart aches for you, but he decided to focus on the task at hand first.

"That's stupid." he spat out, making your eyebrows shoot up.

You lightly chuckled, "Excuse you? I just gave you a compliment."

"Not that." he sighed, turning his body around so that it would be face to face with yours. You noticed the disturbed look in his eyes, as you straighten your back before meeting his gaze.

"It's not that serious T, I'm fine." you assured him, an awkward laugh bubbling out. This took a serious turn, and you have no idea why.

"Do you remember James? In 8th grade?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "The one that gave me chocolate? Yeah, what about him?"

He took a deep breath, "He said, and I quote, that when you laugh, he can honestly melt because you look so pretty."

"We were kids, sometimes kids just say stuff-"

"And I agreed with him, and I said that making you laugh is probably one of the most rewarding things I can do because I love seeing you smile so much. You look so pretty when you laugh like nobody's around."

Your heart stuttered, but before you said anything else he continued, "And remember the girl that you worked with at the cafe down the road? The one with curly hair?"

You nodded your head.

"When I was waiting for you to finish your shift, she noticed how much I was looking at you, and she said that she gets it, and that it's sometimes hard to focus on making the drinks because you would look so pretty smiling while taking people's orders."

You cleared your throat, "That's- That's very nice of her." avoiding the words that make you question you and Trent's friendship.

His tongue pokes out to lick his lips, making your eyes focus on it, "Sometimes I look at you and I go blank because of how pretty you are."

What the fuck? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

Your eyes searched for him, but he pointedly avoided it, choosing to stare down on his hands.

After finishing the story, Trent bellowed out a laugh, "You know how many people ask me for your number because they think that you're pretty?" he paused, "But they backed away because they 'know' that you're already someone's because of how I look at you."

Your mouth gaped open and close like a fish, slowly processing everything that he's telling you. "What?"

"They said that I look at you like I was smitten. Like I was in love." you were sure your pulse stopped for a second, hearing the guy that you had a crush on for years saying stuff you hear in songs.

Trent's mouth was faster than his brain, he really should have stopped talking, but he couldn't. All of his words were all vomiting out of his mouth. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest.

"And then I said that if I was going to fall in love with anyone that I'd want it to be you."

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🪻hana's notes: hi!! my first imagine uploaded hihi, i really hope u like it!! comments and feedback would be appreciated 🫶