Luke:
You look through the tumblr tag of your boyfriend, Luke Hemmings, just to see more pictures of him while he was away. There was an entire masterpost about just his nose, which always seemed to intrigue you when people could focus an entire rant about one body part on a person, yet you couldn't help but agree with the fact that his nose was perfect. So was everything about him. Everything about him made you so happy and you felt like he was a perfect human being. That's probably why it was so hard on you when you found a hate post about you. You were with such a perfect human being that when you compared yourself to him, you knew you were reaching in the relationship. The problem was that you couldn't not click on posts about you. 'Maybe this one will be positive,' you would try and tell yourself everytime, but this was again a time where it just wasn't. The same person that was focusing on the exact same body part as before, but this time, the body part belonged to you. The entire post was dedicated to making fun of your nose. A part of your body that had never really bothered you before. But now, it would be the focus of your negative attention. Of course, you get a text from Luke just as you're feeling at your worst and you slide to unlock your phone.
send me a picture of your face i want a new updated lockscreen :)
You start scrolling through pictures you've taken in the past few weeks and in every single one, you notice how weird your nose looks. Of course. You open the camera on your phone and take a bunch of new pictures, all of which you hate. Usually, you would just send the last selfie you took or just take a random one because you knew that Luke would appreciate it either way, but now, you couldn't help but think that Luke felt the same way as the girl from tumblr. You decide to create a sweater paw and cover part of your face, including your nose, with it and send that picture. He sends back a smiley face and a picture of himself with a huge thumbs up. Your phone vibrates again and you see that he's facetiming you. You immediately answer it and smile, seeing his face. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the top right corner of your phone screen and you create the sweater paw mask again.
"Is it cold there?" he giggles.
"Huh?"
"You keep covering your face like it's super cold." he calls you out.
"Oh, um, yeah." you say, somewhat unconvincingly.
"You look kinda sad, are you okay?"
"What? Yeah." you say, pretending to scratch your nose to continue covering it.
"Show me your face." he lightly smiles.
"Why?"
"I want to see you. You're beautiful." he smiles.
"Why?"
"Why do you have a problem showing your face to me?"
"I don't it's just... I just read this thing online about my nose and you're just so perfect it's like hard to compare..." you start ranting.
"Are you kidding me? Don't let anyone like that get to your head. They're just jealous and stupid. Listen to me, I love every single inch of you and so should you. You're amazingly beautiful and if anything, I can't be compared to you."
"Stop..."
"No, I won't stop until you believe me. Tell me that you love how you look. You can't naturally change anything about yourself and I would never want you to. I don't want to have to remind you everyday that you're beautiful because you should know. You should be able to wake up every morning and believe that you're beautiful, but until then, I will remind you. And even after you start to believe it, I will keep reminding you because I can't go a day without the thought of your beautiful face."
"Luke I love you."
"I love you too, but..."
"Luke, it will take time for someone to love themselves and even if so, no one could possibly love every single thing about themselves. Please understand that."
"I completely understand that, trust me."
"You're beautiful too, Luke."
"Thank you." he smiles.
Ashton:
"Babe can you help me with this zipper?" you say, slightly opening the door to the dressing room. He stands up and starts zipping it up, but it doesn't zip up completely. You sigh as you check yourself out in the mirror. You close the door and take the dress off. You try on three more without showing Ashton, hating the way your stomach seems to hang out in everything. Nothing that you've found flatters your figure at all and you start to wonder if it's your stomach that's the problem, not the clothes. You put on your original clothes and open the door, carrying all the dresses. You hang them up on the rack and run your hand through your hair.
"Did none of them fit?" he asks, innocently.
"Nope." you say, blatantly, trying not to show your true emotions.
"Okay, we can try some other sizes or dresses."
"No it's fine, I can just wear something I already have."
"Are you sure? I want to get you something new for this. It's my first professional date with you and I want it to be special."
"No, Ash, it's really fine." your voice cracks.
"Are you okay, your eyes are getting glossy?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Look me in the eyes. Tell me you're okay."
"I'm not going to do that." you shake your head.
"So you're not?"
"What do you expect Ashton? Everything I wear shows that I obviously don't have a six pack or flat stomach. I look fat in everything. It's not the clothes, it's me."
"You're..." he stutters.
"See, I am." you shrug and try to walk back out of the dressing rooms.
"No babe," he says, grabbing your wrist, "look at me. You are beautiful. I love the fact that you have curves. It makes me so happy. I want you to know that you're not fat. You might not be a stick, but that's perfectly fine with me. In fact, I love it. You make me happy and I hate it when you're not happy. I need you to know that I love every part of you."
You sigh and roll your eyes.
"Look at me," he says, putting his hand under your chin and making you look directly into his hazel eyes. "You are amazing and perfect and I wouldn't want you any different than you are right now. I know you try to compare yourself with the models on magazines, but that's not what I want. I want you and only you."
