There are rumours spreading around, saying nasty things. Things like you're fat, and a slut. It's only been a day since Zayn and you have become public with your relationship but the hate has already started.
You're lying on the bed, crying your eyes out when the front door flys open. Zayns feet sound down the hall, as he enters the flat and walks towards the bedroom you two share. As he opens the door, you slam the computer shut and whips your tears.
"I'm home babe!" He sing songs, standing in the door way with his usual happy expression painted on his perfect features. He catches sight of you suddenly, trying to hide your face. But he knows you too well, to believe your okay.
"What's wrong?" He asks softly, striding over to the bed where you lay. He plops down beside you as you sit wordlessly. You watch as he picks up the closed laptop and takes in the hateful words that people have posted.
"Everyone hates me." You whisper, finally answering his question. You cram your eyes shut, a tear sliding down your cheek. "And their right too, I am so ugly. I'm fat." You trail off, unable to contain the tears.
Zayn pulls you into his side and presses his lips to your forehead. "(Y/N), you are beautiful. Their just jelous of you." He tries to assure you.
You don't believe his words though. You can't anymore. You've heard too much hate to accept it anymore.
"Babe. Listen to me." He whispers, his lips right up to your ear. "You are perfect." He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap.
"I love you." He says, trailing his fingers over the skin of your thigh. His lips fall to your neck. You shiver at his warmth mingling with yours.
Then he brings his lips up to your ear again, then turns you around in his lap, forcing you to face him. He reaches for your hands and clenches his over your wrists, holding you steadily so you can't look away.
"You have the prettiest eyes, I have ever seen." He whispers, his hazel eyes looking deep into yours. He chuckles, blushing slightly under your stare. You look closely and you can see the admiration is his eyes.
"And your lips." He chuckles softly to himself, before moving his lips to yours, he kisses you pationately. Closing the gap between your lips.
He trails his fingertips over your neck, all the way down the middle of your chest to your stomach. You shiver, as his fingers grasp your thin tank top. He slides it off of you easily, then lays you down on the bed before him. Crawling over onto you, his fingers trail an invisible heart on your waist. You feel the curve and point of it, under his soft touch. " you're so thin." He whispers, barely finishing his sentience before pressing his lips to you.
His fingers trail up your skirt, and land on your thigh. He reaches for the fabric and slides the pale material off your skin, his lips fall to the outside of your hip. "You are so perfect." He says, pausing between a kiss. " their just jelous of you,love." He finishes off his statement with his hand pushing softly at the small of your back, he brings your chest to his, then leans down to kiss your lips, as you lay in the curve of his body.
"I love you." He whispers in your ear, sweetly, while his hand trails down your back. You smirk at the sound of his voice in your ear, and close your eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, pressed against the swell of your chest.
You kiss him passionately feeling thankful to have him in your life, and there for you when things get tough. As long as Zayn thinks you're beautiful. That's all that matters.. "I love you too." You reply, and smile as he shows you his love.
