Colby Brock Imagines

Insecuritys

You stand in the bathroom, looking over your body.

Everyone was right, you were too imperfect. Your size, eyes, shape, looks. It was coming at you like bricks to the face.

All over Twitter, Instagram, Tumbler, you name it. It was there, always ready to do something to your state of mind.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you lifted up your shirt, showing your stomach; maybe there was a little fat there.

You started poking at your stomach; trying to suck in your gut to make yourself skinny.

Soon moving to your face, you poked at your cheeks, and again fat was there. Then to your eyes, sometimes they would change color, then it'll be back to its normal color.

Water began to feel your eyes, 'how could Colby love someone like me. I'm ugly.' You thought.

A pair of arms slithered their way to your waist, hugging a bit tight, a chin was placed on your shoulder. "What's the matter Y/N?" Colby's voice was small and week.

You busted out crying, turning around to face Colby. Soon he put his hand behind your head, bringing you to his chest. "Shh, it'll be ok" he whispered.

"N-no" you choked. "It.. Won't."

"What's the matter baby, tell me." Colby kissed the top of your head, rubbing your sides, moving strands if hair behind your ears.

"I'm.. Not perfect. I'm ugly, I don't know.. How.. You love me.." You cried again, haveing more tears come from your eyes.

"Y/N, I'm dating you because I fell on love with a girl who is different from all the rest. Your beautiful Y/N, don't let people tell you different" Colby rubbed your sides, making it reassuring for you.

"Thank you Colby.." You nusseld your head into his chest again. Holding onto him. "I love you"

"I love you too" Colby picked you up, taking you out of the bathroom, soon after placing you on the bed; opening the covers for you.

Colby took his shirt off, getting in becide you, wrapping his arms around your body once again. And whispered in your ear

"I love you. Your perfect, and all mine. Forever."