Magcon Imagines

Taylor Caniff Imagine

"Hurry up (Y/N)! The guys are waiting!" Taylor yells from downstairs. "Coming!" You say loud enough for him to hear. You stand there looking at yourself in the mirror self consciously. Your high-wasted Swimsuit bottoms are a simple green while your top is white and has pineapples all over it. (I actually have that swimsuit. (: ) Your not fat but you aren't skinny. "Babe!" You roll your eyes at Taylor and walk downstairs.

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The pool wasn't that packed thank goodness. There were a few little kids with their parents, an old couple and...3 girls...Skinny goddesses. You felt uncomfortable watching them prance around in their skimpy little bikinis, showing off their long tan legs and flat stomachs. All the boys immediately jump in after setting their stuff down while you sit in a chair not taking the towel off your body.

"(Y/N) Cmon what are you waiting for? Get in!" Nash Yells. You shake your head and give a fake smile. "Maybe Later." You laugh watching the boys horse around with eachother but then your smile fades when you see the 3 beautiful girls walk up to them. They must be fans, Taking pictures and flirting. You can't help but feel jealous when they were taking pictures with Taylor. Yeah theyre just gonna ask for pictures and leave right?...Nope. they decided to stay and hangout with the boys.

"Hey beautiful. " Taylor says sitting beside you and kissing your cheek. Mentally scoffing but physically keeping a straight face you give a hey back. "(Y/N) what's wrong?" quick excuse. "Um...I don't feel well." You say playing with the corner of the towel. "Come with me." He says holding his hand out. You take it and he leads you to a unisex bathroom and locks the door.

Taylor sighs. "(Y/N) please tell me what's wrong." You look down at your feet  and mumble something incoherent. "What was that?" He asks. "I don't feel comfortable here." You peek up and he's pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why?" he looks confused. You wrap your arms tighter around your stomach. "Cause I am nothing compared to those girls out there..." You let a tear slip. "I'm not skinny, I don't have long tan legs and flawless skin I-" You were cut off by Taylor hugging you.

"Your right. You don't compare to those girls...You are so. much. more." He says kissing your forehead. He backs up and removes the towel from your body. You try to cover yourself up but he holds your wrist. "Taylor stop I-" " No. (Y/N) you stop. You are perfect to me. okay?" You close your eyes and nod. He kisses your lips gently and hugs you tight. "Do you want to go home?" He asks. You stare and start to smile. "No...Let's go hangout with everyone else. "That's my girl." He says kissing your temple. You walk out of the bathroom feeling a little more comfortable with Taylors arm around you.