Why Don't We Imagines 2.0

Don't Change; D.S

A/n: So ya girl has been so fuckin' busy but I'm back and will be updating a lot more!
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I stared into the mirror, closely looking at all of my flaws. All of the boys were ready, except Daniel who was waiting for me to officially consider himself ready. We were supposed to go out to a quiet, fun dinner, but I couldn't find what to wear. Some of the limelight's didn't take a liking to me and tore apart my latest Instagram post of me at the beach.

It got to me bad this time and made me hate every possible outfit. I hated my makeup, my hair, my body type, and especially how revealing my clothes were.

"Come on baby!" Daniel called from downstairs.

I felt the tears building up before they finally spilled.

"Babe, did you hear me? The boys and I-" Daniel began as he walked into our room.

"What's wrong?" He worried as he rushed over to me.

"Look at me Daniel! I'm disgusting. My hair is a mess, my makeup looks awful, my body is too much in areas, and all of my clothes show of too much of me! I'm utterly disgusting," I sobbed into his chest.

"Hey, hey, hey! Baby you're stunning. I've thought so since the first time I met you when you were wearing and fully zipped jacked and dress pants. All I could see was your face and that was enough. You're in the mirror but, you're not seeing yourself, just seeing all the ways you could be someone else. I know you feel sometimes, like you're not good enough, you're not the only one though! Even I get scared of how the limelight's will like my outfit or now my hair," He soothingly said.

"They all hate me Danny, and I don't know what to do. But they're right," I sniffled.

"You shouldn't care what some fake fans who are bored think about you, baby. All I'm tryna say is don't change! Every part of you is just right, don't change. Not a single curve or one line. So why cover up your flaws, when they make you who you are?"

"It's hard when you're in the dark, tryna see things clearly."

"Yeah, I felt how you're feeling, all of the stress, pressure. All in pursuit of perfection and I wish we knew that imperfections make you an exception. Look you are completely and utterly stunning. I love you and everything about you , so throw some sweats on, or a dress, but it doesn't matter because you'll look gorgeous no matter what!" He smiled.

The pad of his thumb wiped away all of my tears. I I wiped my face altogether, sniffed up to stop my runny nose, and smiled up at the man I knew I would call my husband.

"Can they be your sweat pants?"