R5 Imagines

Ross/Taylor

"Ross, are you almost ready?" I asked.

My boyfriend took longer than me to get ready. Wow.

"I'm almost done!"He whined.

I pulled out my phone and went on Instagram. A few minutes later I heard footsteps, and looked up.

"How do I look?"He asked.

"Better than me." I said surprised.

He blushed.

Ross was wearing white jeans with his light blue converse (my favorite) and a blue, short sleeve dress shirt with a skinny black tie.

I was just wearing a pair of mint green shorts with flip-flops and a cardigan.

I went over and sat on the couch.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked sitting next to me.

"Nothing. It's stupid." I said trying not to look him in the eyes.

"Nothing you say is stupid. Now what's wrong?" He said turning my head towards him.

"Ross, ill never be good enough for you. You're famous, I'm nameless, your hot and handsome, I'm just an average girl. You're smart and I'm terrible at school, you are so talented and I can't even do my hair correctly." I spilled out. I felt good, but I felt bad for saying it. A single tear slid down my cheek.

"Baby, you know none of those things are true. I'm glad you aren't famous, we get more alone time. You may not be an honors student but that's because you spend so much time being an amazing girlfriend. Girls may think I'm hot, but Taylor, you are beautiful in every way. You may not be able to play guitar or anything, but that gives me a chance to teach you." He smiled, looking in my eyes.

"And even if you weren't beautiful, even if you were famous, if you weren't so amazing... I would love you anyway."

I still had tears sliding down my cheeks, but now they were tears if joy.

I hugged him so tightly he probably couldn't breath. "I Love You." I whispered into his shoulder.

"I love you too. Always." He smiled, wiping my tears away.