Y/N's pov
My wife Hayley is absolutely amazing, but I don't think she knows that. She always talks about her insecurities, but I'll always love her.
Hayley's pov
I love my wife, and she loves me. But unfortunately I can't love myself. I'm too skinny and short. Everything about me isn't pretty. From my skinny frame to the scars on my arms. The scars that y/n insists are beautiful, but they're ugly as hell. I hate that I self harm, it makes me even uglier. But y/n still loves me, I don't deserve her. She's the best thing to happen since the start of Paramore. Before we started dating I was a heroin junkie and it was seriously effecting the band. Although she has helped me use less. She's a former addict as well but now she's a prospering ballerina. I just love her so much.
"I'm home Hayles!" Fuck, I was about to shoot up but she's home. "Hayley?" I burst into tears, I can't believe what I've become. She burst into the bathroom to find me crying on the floor holding a needle. "HAYLEY!" "I-I'm s-sorry y/n." "Hayley you promised you'd stop." "I-I know." "Shhh, I'm not mad at you." "You're n-not?" "Of course not, it's just a mistake." "I love you y-y/n." "I love you too Hayles."
