PrettyMuch Imagines💘

45. I GET INSECURE TOO ~ Z.K

Y/N'S POV
As I make my way inside with food from Chick-fil-a all the boys start rushing into the kitchen. They start digging in and I realise Zion is no where to be found. Confused I walk outside to be met with 2 dogs and an empty backyard. I walk back inside and check the living room and studio. With still no appearance from Zion I walk into the kitchen to get myself some answers.

Y/N: Guys, where's Zion?

Edwin: Ion his room?

I furrow my eyebrows in frustration.

Y/N: Still?

Zion's always in his room nowadays. I mean I've texted him everyday but he always says he's busy. I try calling him but it always goes to voicemail. 

I mean I'm not one to invade privacy so I never go into his room unless I know I'm wanted. But he's been avoiding me lately so I decided to take the initiative and walk upstairs to his room. As I get there the door is surprisingly unlocked. I turn the knob and make my way in.

Y/N: Hey Zion-

I see Zion in front of the mirror feeling around his stomach and flexing his muscles. He notices me in the reflection and acts quickly towards the door.

Zion: GET THE FUCK OUT!

The door slams in my face as tears start to swell in my eyes.

Y/N: Zi-zion?

Please open the door baby.

ZION'S POV

Fuck...her voice.

Y/N: Zion...please...

Each word produced from her just sounds like cracks. She sounds like a creaky floor-board, and at any point she can break. 

As I stand there with my hands in my dreads all I can hear is desperate pleas from the other side of the door. Small water droplets already falling so easily down my face, as I so desperately try to bring them back. I squeeze my eyes shut as all I hear is her.

Y/N: ...Just let me in...please Caleb. Just let me in.

My eyes tighten as I realise how much her voice soothes me. More tears falling as all I want to do is hold her. Hug her. Kiss her. I take the shirt off of the floor and place it over my insecurities. 

I open the door and she's a beautiful mess. Make-up all messy as her natural beauty shines through. I turn around ashamed as I make my way to the bed. Y/N closes the door behind her and leans against it. Nothing is heard as we stay in our positions.

Y/N: Zion. What's wrong?

She moves closer as I feel her presence close to me. I don't look up as I keep my head low and stuck to the ground.

Y/N: Baby I know somethings wrong. I saw you in the mirror too.

I shake my head.

Y/N kneels down in front of me so I have nothing to do but face her. As I hesitate to come clean, her face tells me to say it all. I sigh as tears begin to fall.

Zion: I'm fucking ugly. The fans hate me. They hate everything about me.

Y/N: No they don-

I stand up in defence

Zion: SHUT THE FUCK UP! Don't give me that bullshit.

I walk over to the mirror and take my shirt off.

Zion: I was confident that night. You know the London show? So I took my shirt off and posted it on Instagram. Little did I know the amount of hate I was going to get. I'm fat and lanky Y/N. I don't have abs, or muscles. I'm a walking garbage bin. I'm fucking ugly. Why are you even dating me if I don't even look good? Why are you even dating me if I'm fucking ugly.

I sob as my knees grow weak and I fall to the floor. Sobbing on the floor I feel warm gentle hands surround my body.

Y/N'S POV
It hurts. It hurts to know that Zion. Literally the most beautiful person I have ever met in my life, is feeling this way.

Y/N: Zion. Honey look at me...

I raise his chin as his tears keep falling.

Zion: I'm fucking worthless Y/N. Why re you still here?

I kiss his tears away as his eyes close ever so softly.

Y/N: I'm here because I don't love you for that. I love you for you. Not for your body or your looks. I love you for your personality. I mean sure your body is an amazing plus, but I don't care about that. I care about your small little texts that you send me every morning. I care about when you kiss me, even if it's just a peck. I care about hearing you, even if it's just a simple 'Hi'. I care about seeing you. Wether you're happy, sad, mad, nervous, scared. Baby I care about you! Not your body image or your body count. Not about how many likes you can get on an insta post or about the jewellery you buy me. I don't care about the new clothes or the expensive restaurants. I care about YOU and only YOU!

He looks up in hope. His eyes glistening with a new light inside of them. I hold his face ever so gently in my hands.

Y/N: If you're insecure then don't worry babe.

I kiss his lips slowly and passionately, making sure I put every ounce of love I have into it.

Y/N: We can be insecure together.

As his smile finally lights up the room, I grab his hand and take him to his bed. I climb inside as he follows protocol. He rests his head against my chest as I lay and play with his dreads. As we both slowly begin to doze off, Zion says one last thing.

Zion: Thank you Y/N. I love you. 





AUTHOR'S NOTE 💘
YOU
ARE
BEAUTIFUL!
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT
ABOUT WHAT YOU TELL YOURSELF
OR WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS
YOU ARE
MUTHAFUCKEN
BEAUTIFUL
PERIODDTTT
NO. TAMPON.

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