George Miller / Papa Frank • Imagines

Heart shaped kisses

Girls are always messaging George and I get so insecure.
"We love you so much why are you with her?"
"You deserve so much better!"
"You deserve me!!"
And some have even sent him nudes which is horrible. The fact that they are doing it in the first place is just bad in my opinion. What if he did realize there are so many other girls out there better, nicer, prettier, than me.
I confronted George about it while he was in his study, working on editing a new song with his music blasting into his ears.
"George?" I open the door and see he's sitting in the dark, typing away and not hearing me come inside. "Can we talk?" I walk up behind him and he hasn't moved an inch. I put my hand on his shoulder and he turns around fast.
"Hey, what's up?" He looks up at me with his chocolate eyes and my heart pounds in my chest.
"Can we talk?" I squeeze his shoulder a little bit, trying to seem serious while I'm slowly melting.
"Of course, what's wrong?" He takes off his headphones and turns around fully in his chair. He's wearing a plain black t-shirt and the shorts I bought him for Christmas last year. I bite my bottom lip and tears swell into my eyes realizing I'm not as beautiful as he is.
"George," I try to talk through my tears while he pulls me into the chair with him, holding me by my waist and thighs tightly. "I just feel scared that you're going to leave me for a girl who is way more better than me in every way."
"Love, I..." he looks me from head to toe, back into my eyes and smiles. "There is no way in HELL that is happening."
I look deep into his eyes and he wipes on of my tears away, "huh?"
"You are the most intelligent, gorgeous, talented, amazing woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. In no universe ever created would I leave you. I love you for you only and there is no other you." He brings my face closer to his by cupping both of my cheeks. "You are my princess, my heart, my soul." He kisses me deeply and all of my worry washes away.
"I love you so much, Joji." I whisper while pulling away from the kiss and standing up. He looks at me with his most beautiful smile I'd ever seen him give me.
"Good, I love you more. Now," he stands up out of his chair and grabs me by the waist again. "Let's go out and I'll show you how much you mean the world to me."
"Okay." I smile.