Boyfriend Imagines

I Just Thought

H/N Point of View

"Y/N are you almost ready?" I called for her downstairs.

"Yeah!" She yelled back.

We're going for breakfast and just hanging out today. She walks down the stairs fixing her hair. I can feel butterflies in my stomach and my breathe hitch. We've been dating for quick sometime now and she still manages to take my breathe away.

"Do I look okay?" She ask stepping down from the last step.

"You look beautiful." I say smiling.

"Are you sure?" She ask adjusting her shirt.

"Why would I lie?" I take her hand and she gives me a quick smile.

Once we are in the car I notice looking at her thighs boxing how they spread out. I place my hand on her leg and she sends me a smile. Then she proceeds to adjust her seatbelt over her stomach, not that she really has one. Once she finally finishes we begin to drive.

Once we arrive at the cafe and are seated there she goes again looking at her legs then her stomach. She notices me watching her and then stops and smiles. I take her hand and kiss the back of it. We get are coffees and food and began to eat.

"So I ordered some new books online and they should be here soon." I tell her. She loves to read and I love to read with her. I've never been much of a reader but the way her eyes light up whenever she talks about a book she just finished could make me read anything.

"Really?" There's that spark in her eye.

"Yeah! I thought while I read one you could read another and then we switch and talk about it."

"Yeah I love that idea..." Her attention is pulled from our conversation to a girl and guy walking by hand in hand.

I sigh internally. I know what she's doing... she comparing herself. I don't know why she is so self conscious? She thinks I want someone like that girl when all I ever want and will ever want is her.

"Stop." I grab her hands.

"Huh?" She looks back at me.

"Stop comparing yourself."

"I wasn't comp-"

"Baby I know what you were doing." She looks down at her hands that she has pulled away and placed in her lap.

"I just... just don't know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why you date me... Everyone one knows you could get a girl from the magazines." Oh her magazines! I hate her magazine. Her so called beauty magazines tell her to love herself but all they do for a lot of people is make them feel ugly.

"Who cares about to stupid magazines!" I raised my voice a bit.

She looks around the room. She hates when attention is drawn to her.

"I just thought you would want to someone like that..."

"Baby look at me." Her slightly watery eyes look into mine." You always think I want something besides you. But what you think is not what I think. All I want is you. From the first time I saw you looking at books in the stores window all I wanted was you. You have no idea how my I love you. No idea the feeling I get when I see you. When I think of you. You are so indescribably beautiful to me."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay. I know you don't mean to feel and think this way but I hate seeing you like this. And that's why I want to be able to help you and remind you just how amazingly, wonderfully, adorably beautiful you are inside and out." She leans over the table and gives me a passionate kiss.

"Thank you."