Ross Lynch Imagines

Insecurities

         You were curled up in a ball, sitting on your bed, staring blankly at the television. The drapes were shut and no lights were on, only the TV's blue light blinding you. An empty box of pizza was in front of you, and  you were a mess. You were sulking and having a pity party for yourself, because of what happened just two nights ago.

        Tears stained your cheeks, and some pizza sauce stained your shirt and night shorts. You haven't left your room since that night.

        You were hanging out at the Lynch's, because they were throwing a huge surprise celebration party for R5 of the release of their new album; Sometime Last Night. You and Ross are best friends, and you couldn't not miss it. And neither could his ex girlfriend...Courtney Eaton. You never liked the girl, especially when she broke poor Ross's heart by breaking up with him. And plus, you were in love with Ross...a lot. You thought you would have a chance seeing Ross, but she ruined it all.

      As soon as they walked in the door, Courtney clung onto Ross, giving him a big kiss. Everyone applauded, obviously happy to see the couple together again—but it broke your heart.

     And what was worse was later you overheard Courtney, Savannah Latimer and Alexa Dowd gossiping about random things. How good the boys looked tonight, about Ross and Courtney possibly getting back together...and you. They were saying how you would never get a chance with Ross, anyway.

       "She's way too ugly to ever have a chance with a hottie like Ross," Alexa snickered. "And she's kinda fat...have you seen her thighs? Ugh, just gross."

        "She'd be better off with a fugly dude, just like her," Savannah added, causing the girls to laugh. "But not even that guy could have sex with her without puking at how disgusting she is."

        "Ross would never go after a girl like her," Courtney huffs. "He's only friends with her because he feels sorry for her. My poor Ross baby..."

       "Well you and Ross are so hot for each other," Alexa laughs. "Don't worry, Court. That fat slut won't jeopardize anything."

        You were truly hurt by their words. You thought Alexa and Savannah were your friends...but it was all an act.

       And the worse part was that you believed them. You looked in the mirror, seeing a hopeless girl. Big thighs, pregnant looking stomach, ugly face, dead hair...you looked ugly and fat. And you are hopelessly insecure.

      What an embarrassment! That all these people thought these things about you. You never were aware of this, and now that you are, it doesn't feel good...at all.

          "Y/N?" There was a light knock on your bedroom door.

       "Go away!" You sniffed, figuring it was just one of your annoying siblings.

        "Y/N, it's Ross..." Your eyes widened. "Can I please come in? We have to talk."

       "I have nothing to talk about, Ross," you said sternly. "Now leave." You heard the jiggling of the knob, and the next thing happened worried you. The door knob twisted open.

      Ross stood in the doorway, dressed in black skinny jeans, a white Living Kills T-shirt and a jean jacket over top. He looked handsome and freshly out of the shower since his blonde hair was still damp. A guy like him could never like a girl like me.

        "Y/N, what is going on?" He shut the door behind him, walking slowly towards the bed. He looked around, his eyebrows furrowed together. He flipped on the light switch, so you quickly jumped under the covers. You didn't want him seeing your ugly face. "Y/N, what's wrong? You've been ignoring my calls and texts...no one has seen you...what's up?"

        "The sky," you whispered, avoiding his question. You heard him heave a sigh, then saw two hands grip the covers, ripping it off your body. You shrieked, curling up into a ball.

       "Rydel said you ran out of the party in tears..." He trailed off, sitting on the bed beside you. "Why?"

       "Why are you friends with a person like me, huh?" You fired back. "Is it because you feel sorry for me?"

      "What?" He barked. "Y/N, where the hell are you getting that from?"

       "Please," you laughed distastefully. "I know, don't deny it. You know what Ross, leave. Go run back to your little hot model and go fuck her. I don't care. But I don't need another person feeling sorry for me...I can do that by myself."

     "Y/N, what are you talking about?!"

      "I overheard your little whore and her slutty friends, Ross," you growled. "Everyone sees me as one big, ugly joke. I know I'm fat, I know I have tons of flaws...I know, okay?"

      "Y/N, don't say those things," he shakes his head. "No one thinks that. My family thinks your beautiful and we love you. I love you, Y/N."

       "No you don't," you denied. "You have Courtney."

      "Fuck it with Courtney," he spits. "Whatever you heard them saying, it's not true. You're so beautiful, Y/N." He was now scooting closer to you, his hands cupped your face. "In my eyes, you are perfect."

        "Perfect?" You laughed bitterly. "Not ever, Ross."

       "I'm dead serious," he says. "Now this isn't the way I planned to tell you this...but here I go." He takes a deep breath. "Y/N, I'm in love with you. When I was with Courtney, it never felt right. But when I was with you...my life just made sense. I swear I didn't even try falling in love with you, and for a while I denied it...but there's no more denying the truth. I've fallen in love with you."

You were speechless. He just confessed his love to you. But how? You wondered. How can a guy like him fall for a girl like you?

"B-but how?" You stammered. "How can you for some girl like me? I can't even love myself, Ross. So how can you love me?"

"You know I was thinking the same thing," he says. "But vice versa. How can a gorgeous, breathtaking girl like you, like a guy like myself?"

"But—"

"Y/N, why don't you love yourself?" He asks.

"Because I'm ugly," You sighed.

"Then what is beauty to you?"

"Being skinny, flawless..." You trailed off.

"You're wrong," he shook his head. "Beauty is about being yourself. This may sound cheesy, but God made somebody for everybody. And you are that somebody, Y/N. And in my eyes, you are perfect. When you are hopelessly in love with someone, those flaws of theirs instantly becomes beauty. And those flaws make up who you are."

You eyes started to grow glassy.

"R-Ross, I love you," you sob. "But..."

"Shh," he puts a finger over your lips. "No buts." His eyes squinted shut, then opened again, showing you his beautiful honey eyes. "Just...kiss me."

     And you gladly granted that wish.

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Nothing against Alexa, Savannah, or Courtney.