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"(Y/N), come on we're going to be late!" JJ yelled.
You were upstairs in the bathroom, looking at yourself in the bikini you'd chosen for the day at the beach. You began to scrutinise and point out every part of your body you hated. You'd let your insecurities get the best of you and were not looking forward to today.
You put on a beach dress and went downstairs to meet JJ who was waiting for you.
"You ready babe?" He smiled. You nodded and the two of you got into the car with Kiara, Pope and John B.
On the way to the beach you continued to dread the day, knowing JJ would suspect something if you didn't go surf with everyone. You just wanted to look like the skinny models on the front page of every magazine, you hated feeling like your body wasn't good enough and that JJ might leave you for someone prettier or thinner.
You arrived at the beach and immediately John B and Kiara stripped down into their swimsuits, running towards the ocean with their surf boards, Pope hobbling after them. JJ took off his shirt and started to apply sunscreen onto his face and arms.
You helped him with his back and you admired the perfection that was his body. It intimidated you.
"You like what you see?" He smirked.
"Shut up," you laughed, gently slapping him.
"You gonna come?" JJ asked, gesturing to the ocean where John B, Pope and Kiara were preparing for an incoming wave.
"Oh, uh, not right now...maybe after I sunbathe for a bit," you said nervously.
"Okay, well, come in whenever you feel like it," JJ smiled, pecking your lips and running off after the others with his surfboard.
You sighed and set up a spot on the sand where you could sit and watch the others enjoy themselves. You cursed to yourself for not allowing yourself to have fun with the others, but your self-conscience wouldn't allow you.
A little while later JJ approached you, soaking wet and truly looking like a male swimsuit model.
"Are you coming or what babe?" He asked.
"I don't think so, I don't feel like surfing sorry," you shook your head.
"Why? It's boiling, at least come swim for a bit," JJ pleaded.
"I don't want to, leave it alone JJ," you sighed.
"(Y/N), what's wrong?" JJ said, kneeling down to be eye level with you.
"Nothing," you shrugged, looking down at the sand.
"Bullshit, something's clearly up, why won't you come swim?"
"I just don't feel like it JJ, what more do you want me to say," you said beginning to feel frustrated.
"You're lying to me...why?" JJ asked, sounding hurt.
"Why do you think I'm lying?"
"I can tell, babe, what's wrong, you can tell me," he said softly, taking your hand in his, squeezing it.
You began to tear up and looked away in embarrassment, but JJ guided your face back to look at him.
"What's wrong?" He repeated, sadly.
"I just- I hate my body," you sighed.
"What?! Why? I love your body (Y/N), why do you say that?" He asked, his hands going down to rest on your waist.
"I just I want to look like the pretty, skinny girls, not like this," you said in a shaky voice, gesturing to your thighs.
"(Y/N), I love everything about your body, I love the fact that your thighs aren't stick thin, I love the fact that you're curvier than other girls, don't do this to yourself," he said, wiping a tear that had escaped.
"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," you mumbled.
"It's because I'm your boyfriend that it matters most," he said, "your body is beautiful (Y/N), I wouldn't change it for the world, you shouldn't want to either."
"It's not that easy, JJ," you sighed.
"I know, baby, but I plan on helping you to see just how beautiful you are," he whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and caressing your face.
You leaned into his hand, feeling yourself fall deeper in love with the boy in front of you. The boy that loved all of your features, the boy that loved you for you.
"Okay," you replied, with a weak smile.
JJ attached his lips to yours as a sign of love and adoration for you and your body.
"Your body has no flaws in my eyes," he said into the kiss, causing you to blush.
What had you done to deserve such a loving, caring and all around amazing boy to come into your life and treat you like a princess?
