I stood there in front of the tall mirror that lent against my bedroom wall, staring back at myself. Feeling disgusted, with tears rolling down my cheeks. I felt ugly, and insecure.
"Why can't I look like those other girls?" I thought to myself.
I just kept looking back at myself in the mirror, occasionally turning to the side to view the different angles of my body. Then I heard a light knock at my bedroom door, it was Alessio.
"Y/N its five thirty, and we have to be at the roller skating rink by six." he said, on the other side of the door.
"Ok I'll be out in a minute." I replied, trying not to sound too croaky. I wipe my tears away with my sleeved wrist.
I can't let him see me like this, so I quickly grabbed a makeup wipe. Then proceeded to wipe away the smudged mascara from under my eye lids in front of the mirror. Then I ran over to my closet, and grabbed a sweat shirt along with leggings.
"Y/N can I come in?" Alessio said, slightly concerned after hearing my croaked up voice I failed to hide.
"Just a minute, I'm still changing." I replied, sounding rushed.
Just by the sound of my voice he knew something was wrong, so he slowly opened my bedroom door. Revealing me, quickly popping my head and arms through the holes of my sweatshirt. I then grabbed my phone and purse off of my nightstand.
"Ok, we can go now." I said, attempting to leave the room, but Alessio caught me.
Both of his hands gripped onto each of my shoulders. I just looked down to my feet trying to avoid eye contact, or letting him see my eyes that were still slightly puffy from crying.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he said looking down at me, then to the clothes that piled up on top of my bed.
He instantly knew what was wrong, so he pulled me into a comforting hug with his chin resting on the top of my head.
"You know when I say I love you, I mean all of you. Inside and out Y/N. I promise you there's nothing wrong with you, or your body. Your gorgeous Mariposa, and there's not one thing I'd change about you. I love you." Alessio said, picking his head up and looking back down at me.
In that moment, just by his words I knew he was the one. How does he know? Know me so well?
I slowly brought my head out of his chest and looked back up at him. He smiled when he realized I felt better, and lent down to kiss me.
Through the kiss I smiled.
"I love you too."
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𝙈𝙀𝙇𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 I alessio s.
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