your p.o.v
you get home from work, walking into your apartment when you decide to call your boyfriend ashton. you pull your phone out of your bag and open it and click on his contact. it starts ringing as you press it to your ear.
"hey babe, what's up?" he asks quietly, sounding like he was just crying.
"nothing much ash. are you okay though? you sound like you were recently crying." you ask concerned.
"i'm f-fine babe, n-nothing to worry a-about." he says, clearly crying.
"ash, you're clearly not okay. i'm coming over right now." you say as you quickly pick up your keys and head over to ashton's house.
you quickly run into ashton's house, running up the stairs to his room, hearing his muffled and quiet cries coming from his bedroom. you swing his door open and run over to the bed before jumping on it and rubbing his back, trying to soothe him down.
"ash baby, what's wrong? please sit up and look at me." you say to his back, trying to pull him up but he just pushes down with more force.
"no, y/n. i don't want you to see my face!" he says, voice muffled in the pillow.
"ash, i've seen your face the past year and a half, there's nothing different about it. please just sit up baby." you softly tell him and he sits up at you with tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes. you pull him into a long hug because you hate seeing him sad, then you let go of him, dropping your hands to connect with his.
"baby, why didn't you want me to see your face?" you ask him.
"my s-scars. i hate them a-and it makes me scared t-that you'll l-leave me because you find them u-ugly." he sobs to you.
"baby, i could never leave you of your acne scars. it's a part of growing up which you had to do to become the amazing, handsome person you are today." you say, whilst rubbing circles on the top of his hand with you thumb.
"but they make me really ugly, y/n. i hate them." he says to you as you let go of his hands. once your hands leave his, you bring your hands to the rim of your skirt and shimmy it up your thighs, revealing your stretch marks. he brings his hands to them and runs his fingers along them.
"i've hated these since i was a teenager and i've never shown anyone them. your the first person i've ever shown them to." you explain to him.
"but baby, these are gorgeous? why do you hate them?" he whispers to you.
"and now you know how i feel about you. we both have something that we're insecure about but the other finds them gorgeous." you tell him, bringing your hand up to his cheek to caress it.
"i really love you y/n, you know that right?" he tells you.
"yes ash, you've told me millions of times. i love you too." you says as he brings you into a tight embrace. you both lay down on his bed together for a few hours before you look at the time to see it's 9pm.
"okay, that's enough ash, i should get home." you say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
"no baby, don't leave. stay here with me." he tells you, pulling you closer to him. you giggle at him.
"ash i really have to go home. i'd love to stay but i have to go. i don't want to intrude you house." you say to him.
"then move in with me." he says. you look at him, shocked he just said that.
"ash..." you say.
"no y/n, i've wanted to ask you for a while to move in with me. please, i love you and i want to go to sleep with you next to me and wake up with you next to me everyday." he says to you. you smile widely and grab his face in your hands and kiss him passionately.
"i'd love to ash." you mumble against his lips. you place your head on his chest and fall asleep, wrapped in the arms of the love of your life.
