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Insecure. ~Mashton~

Michael.
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"You ready to go, babe?" Mikey asked, slipping his hand into mine and pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
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I hoped he couldn't feel how sweaty my hands had become. Nodding my head, he smiled and led us out of the front door. He turned to lock it, and I went to get in the car. My foot began tapping vigorously and I couldn't stop it.
What if they didn't like me? What if they weren't happy Mikey was dating me?
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"Hey." Mikey placed a hand on my bouncing knee. I hadn't even noticed that he had joined me in the car.
"They are going to love you, trust me."
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He started the car before I could leap out and run to China, or wherever he was worried I would run to. The thing was, I wasn't good enough for Michael. And somehow, Mikey couldn't see that, but obviously his parents would.
What if they tell him when I'm right there? What if they say, 'Mikey, really? This is your choice of possible girlfriend?'
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And then, the car stopped. Why on earth did they have to live so near? I had expected at least an hours journey, something in which I could allow myself the time to calm down a little.
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I stayed in my seat as Michael got out. I knew I was supposed to move, but I just couldn't, I really could not.
After a while, Mikey opened his car door again. "(Y/N)?" He questioned,
I breathed out deeply.
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He sighed and closed his car door. I panicked more. Oh god, he was probably going inside to tell his parents. Probably all, 'hey guys, really sorry. My date is being a bit of a freak right now and can't actually move. I know I know, I'm ending whatever we are soon'
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I was shocked when my car door opened and Mikey reached across my lap to undo my seat belt. He swivelled my legs round so that they were dangling out the car, and my body was facing him.
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"Listen to me." He stared into my eyes, his hands rubbing my thighs.
"They're going to love you, because you make me happy. You mean the world to me, (Y/N), and that will be enough. Trust me, they are nice people." He encouraged. When I still wasn't convinced he looked so disappointed. I felt a million times worse.
"What are you so worried about?"
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"They'll see that I'm not good enough for you." I mumbled. He did not like this. He did not like this at all. His face turned dark and angry.
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"What?" He snapped. I shrivelled up in my seat. "(Y/N), what the hell would make you even think that? If anything I'm not good enough for you." His voice softened as he leant in and kissed me meaningfully. "You're the whole package! You're gorgeous and funny and smart, and you put up with all my crap and honestly? I think I might be falling in love with you."
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". . . Really?" I said, my voice quiet. I couldn't believe what he was saying. He was the amazing one.
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He grinned. "Really really. I wanted to drop the L bomb somewhere more romantic than my parents front yard, so I'll do this instead." He took my hands in his and cleared this throat.
"(Y/N, will you please do me the honour of becoming my girlfriend?"
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Butterflies exploded inside of me as I nodded frantically, throwing my arms around him. "Yes." I grinned, pulling away to kiss him. "I'd love to be your girlfriend." He grinned and pulled me up and out of the car.
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He closed my door behind us and we made our way up to meet his parents.

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Ashton.
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Michael, Calum and Luke had all come over after a fun day together at the beach. We were currently all curled up with popcorn, watching crappy telly and chatting.
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The beach had been lovely, except the problem that the guys had chosen today to realise how little I actually was. I ate plenty, if anything I ate too much, but I never put on weight. I looked six years old and I hated it. I despised my appearance, and everyone commenting on it only made me extremely uncomfortable.
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I pushed it all to one side though, they weren't intentionally hurting my feelings and there were worse things in the world. I should just be happy I was healthy and enjoying a day at the beach with some of my best friends and boyfriend.
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I snuggled into Ashton's side as it switched to adverts, his warm arm pulling me closer.
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"Crazy how a person actually fits into those." I heard Ashton's voice rumble through his chest.
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"Hey (Y/N), look!" I looked up to see them laughing at a baby clothes advert.
"Finally, some clothes that will fit you!" Michael teased, the others all laughing.
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Forcing a smile, I nodded, shifting a little uncomfortable.
"Haha." I mumbled sarcastically, going back into Ashton's shirt.
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Moments later, my phone began to buzz continuously on the wooden coffee table. Groaning slightly, I leaned forward to check who was messaging me so frantically, only to find all four boys texting me links and images to baby clothes websites.
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That was the last straw. I just couldn't help it, all the embarrassment I had felt all day bunged into one as my throat began to burn. I stood up against their laughter, running off into the bathroom Ashton and I shared.
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Hugging my knees, I sat in the corner. Big fat tears dripping down my face.
I couldn't help the way I was, and they had really made me feel awful about it today.
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It didn't take long before I was interrupted by knocking on the door. I swallowed, thanking myself for locking the door as whoever it was tried to get in. "(Y/N)?" Ashton's voice sept through. "Are you alright?" He asked, concern ridden in his tone of voice.
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I wiped my hand harshly across my face. "Yeah, I'm fine, Ash." I called.
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He sighed loudly. "No you're not."
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"I am too. I'm just trying to pee, so yeah. You should leave." I called out, trying to hide any signs that I had been crying.
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He sighed yet again and I could almost see him rolling his eyes.
"You're the worst lier I know."
And then before I could do anything, the door unlocked from the outside and in he came.
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He panicked as soon as he saw the tears, dashing over and crouching down next to me.
"What's up, monkey?" He asked, using his favourite nickname for me.
I smiled despite myself.
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I didn't say anything and he pulled the two of us up and brought me into a hug. "Is it what I think it is?" He mumbled into my ear.
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"If by that you mean being stupid about the teasing, then yeah. It's exactly what you think."
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"Hey, don't do that." He pulled away slightly so we were facing each other.
"Don't say you're being stupid. We took it too far. I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have let it happen. I know how you feel about that kinda thing."
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I hugged him harder. "Thank you, but it's okay, I'm overreacting."
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"But you also know how I feel." He kissed me tenderly, his fingers lacing into my hair. "I think you're absolutely beautiful, so you have nothing to worry about." He promised. "Now let's go kick them out and eat the rest of the pizza ourselves." He grinned, kissing my cheek and leading me back into the sitting room.