Bronny- Scars

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Brook's POV

Me and all the boys were in the pool outside at our new house. It was a really warm day in England and I hate warm days. I could already feel my t-shirt clinging to my body from me being to warm. I sat on one of the sun loungers beside the pool and sat for over half an hour contemplating taking my t-shirt off.

Eventually I decided to just face my fears and take my t-shirt off and get in the pool with my friends and gorgeous boyfriend Sonny. I took it off and before I got in the pool I looked down at my scar from getting my appendix removed when I was younger. I have always been insecure about it. I finally got in the pool and started to swim with all the boys.

*1 hour later*

I was standing on the side of the pool watching Sonny laugh and smile, he's perfect. I felt a pair of the hands touch my scar and I pushed them off me quite harshly. I ran over to the sun lounger and grabbed my top and ran inside to the kitchen. I was about to pull my t-shirt over my head when someone pulled my t-shirt away. I knew it was Sonny.

He stood behind me and put my t-shirt on the kitchen counter. 'What's wrong gorgeous?' He asked. I started crying and Sonny pulled me into his chest. I was sobbing for ages. After 45 minutes of crying into my amazing boyfriends chest. 'Are you ready to tell me why my baby is crying?' He asked. He pulled us both into the sitting room and onto the sofa. He waited for me to talk. Not pushing.

'I hate my scar Sonny, I just wish I didn't have it. When I have my top off I feel insecure and want my top on. When someone accidentally touches it I hate it.' I was almost in tears by the end of explaining. 'Baby, you have nothing to be insecure about. You're beautiful. The scar is a part of you, it makes you stronger,' Sonny said gently.

*2 hours later*

Me and Sonny we're now laying on my bed staring at each other. I still had no shirt on, feeling a lot more confident with Sonny. He was running his hand up and down my side, touching my scar every time his hand went down to my side. 'How come when I touch your scar you don't hate it?' He asked. ' I don't know, I guess it's cause I love you and trust you not to judge me or make me feel insecure.' He leaned in and pecked my lips. 'I love you too baby.' He rolled closer to me and cuddled me until I dozed off.

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Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been decorating my room and have had no time to write anything. I'm still not done decorating but I wanted to post something. ❤️

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