You stood in front of the mirror in nothing but underwear and a bra, and started poking at the little things you didn't like about yourself.
Stretch marks.
Birth marks.
Scars.
Burns.
You poked at your belly and started silently judging your face, giving yourself a hard cold stare in the mirror, not pleased with yourself.
"Y/N? Honey I'm home!" Crap.
You slipped into your youth hoodie and went downstairs to greet your boyfriend with a peck and a hug.
"I missed you." You mumbled into his chest
"Missed you too, hungry and tired. How does pizza and a bath sound?"
"Wonderful." You smiled
"I'll go order the pizza, you go run the bath." He said making you nod
You went upstairs and grabbed the bath-bombs and started preparing the bath, as you went to get towels for the both of you, you stood in front of the mirror and you couldn't help yourself, it's become a habit.
You took the hoodie off and started judging yourself yet again, you didn't even hear Shawn calling you from behind you, too lost in thought and in judging yourself and the way you looked.
"Hey, what's going on?" Shawn asked, placing his hand on your shoulder making you snap out of your trance
"Hmm? Nothing. Let's go." You said grabbing the towel and handing him his
"No it's not nothing, come on tell me." He demanded, following you to the bathroom
"Honestly, Shawn. Nothing you need to worry about." You said stripping and getting into the tub
"I still wanna know." He said following you in, usually you'd sit on his lap, but with what happened today you sat opposite to him making him frown
"Please baby, I just wanna make sure you're okay."
"It's nothing!" You said a little too fast
"No it's not and you know how stubborn I am so you might as well tell me."
"Shawn-" The sound of the doorbell ringing cut you off
"Saved by the bell, you're still telling me when I get back." He said, climbing out and putting a robe on and walking to the door to get the pizza
"Fuck." You sighed leaning your head back
"Pizza's here." He said placing it by the tub
"Thanks," You mumbled
"Now tell me."
"I just- It's stupid."
"No it's not, if it's upsetting you this much it's not."
"I just feel like I'm not pretty enough. I feel like I have a dull face and a horrible body and I just- never mind." You said cutting yourself short once you saw the look on his face, thinking he didn't care
"Y/N how could you say all those things?" He asked and you shrugged
"It doesn't matter-"
"Yes it does, come here." He said patting his lap, making you place yourself between his legs and he kissed the side of your head
"Baby you're beautiful, okay?"
"Then why can't I see it?"
"I want you to listen to me, and not cut me off, okay?" He said making you nod
"I read this somewhere online earlier, but they do apply to you. You call yourself ugly but you've only seen yourself when you look at the mirror, a thread. You don't see yourself when your face lights up at the sight of a baby, ice cream, or your favorite restaurant. You don't see yourself when you smile at me for finally understanding what you're trying to say. You don't see yourself when you're so focused at the things you love doing. You tell yourself you're ugly but you've never seen yourself talk about the things you love. The stars, the sky, the constellations, and the universe. You've never seen yourself tear up for laughing so hard or turn red after I told you something cheesy. I guess that's why it's so easy for you to say you're ugly, you've never seen yourself in the smallest moments, in the ordinary and still be beautiful." By the time he was done you were crying, and giving him a hug
"What did I do to deserve you? I love you."
"I luff you too."
"Shawn you ruined the damn moment, spit out the pizza."
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Shawn Mendes Imagines
FanfictionAll of these are fics I've written on tumblr, you can find my account: @shawnscxlvins. Enjoy!