The 5SOS Imagine Compilation

Preference 02: Insecurities (Calum)

Preference 02: Insecurities (Calum)

Prompt: He makes you feel insecure

Calum

It was probably common knowledge that Calum liked to show off his skin. He was the one band member who had the most nudes, after all.

He was proud of those, though, thinking of them as treasures.

You, however, had a nagging voice at the back of you mind that scolded you all the time for having the worst looking skin anyone's ever had in history.

In your eyes, even the freckly nerd who sat behind you in high school had better skin that you could possibly hope for.

Everyday, you'd spend at least fifteen minutes criticizing your skin, seeing only dark spots and scars from childhood stupidity.

Calum walked in on you in the bathroom one day, you furiously applying concealer on your right arm. He watched you from the doorframe, leaning on the wall.

You had your head bent, only lifting your head and seeing him when he cleared his throat. You dropped the concealer in shock, releasing a breath when you realized it was just Calum.

He knew about your little insecurity, but he didn't think that it would go this far. He had to admit, before he found out, Calum made jokes about it to your face. But that was because he thought it was something petty that would never cross your mind again.

Now, he felt a swell of guilt rise up in his chest.

Calum walked towards you, making you back up towards the sink, putting both your hands behind you to hold onto the counter.

He bent down to pick up the concealer and put it on the counter, creating a sound only glass against marble would make.

You looked down, unsure of what to say or do. Calum took a few pieces of tissue and wet it with alcohol before taking your left arm and gently removing the chemicals off your skin.

It took you a few seconds to realize what he was doing, but when it clicked, you pulled your arm out of his grasp. "Cal, please."

"What?"

"I'd be embarassing the both of us if you removed the make-up I put." You said in a dull tone.

Calum tilted his head to the side before rolling his eyes and taking your arm once more, but in a tighter grip. He resumed taking the concealer off you arm, much to your protest.

"Calum, stop." You said angrily. "I have shit skin. We both know that." You tried tugging his hand off your wrist. "Just let me cover them up."

He looked up at you with a serious expression on his face, putting the tissue down.

"You're beautiful. Quit putting these things on yourself." He said, a hint of frustration in his voice. He was kidding around when he made fun of skin, he thought you knew that.

Calum loved every single thing about you. He knew you had flaws, but that's what made him love you more.

"But you--"

"I don't mean the things I saw about your skin, (Y/N). You're amazing the way you are."