Boyfriend Imagines

Dressing Room Drama

You sat in the dressing room. You had taught yourself not to cry. You had a love/hate relationship with shopping. You loved looking at all the clothes and creating outfits in your head. But when it came to trying on the clothes you'd pass. A knot formed in your throat and you tried to untie it.

There was a light knock on the door. "Hey Y/N. You doing okay in there?" H/N asked. He had taken you shopping and wanted to buy you something to wear.

"Yeah I'm fine." You looked at the dress causing you so much pain. It only made you more sad.

"Can I see?"

You took a deep breath." Uh y-yeah just give me a second."

"Okay whenever you're ready."

You put the dress back on. Zipping the back you turned and faced the mirror. You closed your eyes and opened the door. You kept your eyes closed. You felt H/N put his hands on your hips.

"Oh my babe you look great!" He gave you a quick peck and you opened your eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine." That what you always replied when someone asked if you were okay.

You are kinda closed off. You want people to open up to you but close them off. Part of you wants to just pour your heart out but you never did. Fearing what they would say. He said to be open with him but you weren't. You didn't want to bother him with your problems.

"Are you sure? I want you to be open with me." You said with concern in his voice and beautiful eyes.

"Y-yeah I'm fine. I'm just kinda tired."

"Okay we'll get back into your other close and we can get the dress then go home. We can pick up something to eat if you want."

"Okay." You sigh closing the door.

You change and put the dress back on the hanger. You exit and he wraps his arm around you.

"Ready to check out?"

"Actually I think I'm going to put the dress back."

"What? Why?"

You think of a reason other than the real reason." Well I... I just don't want you to pay for it and I don't have much money on me so..."

"No I want to pay for the dress. Plus you look smoking in it." He smirked.

Why didn't you believe him? You never did when he complimented you. You would say thank you of course but you didn't truly believe it. You wanted more confidence but that was hard to gain. You were your biggest enemy.

"I don't know..." You look down. The lump in your throat returning even worse.

You're trying you best to keep the tears from fall but it seems harder than usual. You end up losing the battles as a tear runs down your face.

"Y/N? Baby?" He pulled you back into the dressing room.

You sit on the stool hey have. He kneels down in front of you holding your hands.

"What's wrong darling?" He put a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I just... I want to be open with all my problems with you."

"You can."

"No I can't. I don't want to bother you and I'm scared what you'll say..."

"I really don't want you to feel that way. I want to hear your problems and insecurities so I can tell you how wrong you are." He smiled a bit causing you to smile." I love you Y/N."

"I love you too H/N." You give him a kiss.

"Now let's but that dress. I will have to warn you I don't know how long you'll be wearing it..." He smirked.