*Song - listen to while reading*

Nikki's POV:

I smiled against Andy's lips, my fingers tangled in his dark hair. Andy made an adorable whining noise and pulled me back, pressing our lips together again. His strong arms locked around my waist, keeping me in place as he slowly laid back in his bed, pulling me on top of him, our lips still attached.

After he practically dragged me from school, he had driven us back to his house, and now here we were, locked in each other's embrace, stolen kisses and gasping breaths filling the room. This was truly perfection, Andy and me, alone and just enjoying each other's company. I hoped I could stay in his arms forever

He pulled away at last, my lungs burning ever so slightly from the lack of oxygen, and he pressed a quick kiss to my nose, making me scrunch it up. Andy grinned at my reaction and poked my cheek making me giggle and kiss him again. Andy's hands wandered down to my hips, squeezing them playfully, making me smile into the kiss. The sun streamed through his open window, the warm light creating a spotlight on us as we kissed.

I pulled away a bit, tugging my tank top up and over my head and rake my fingers through my hair, smoothing it out a little. I turn back to my boyfriend, who has long-since shed his own shirt, and his pupils appear dilated, his eyes skimming over my form before he pulls me back to him. Andy's hands wander across the newly exposed skin, his fingers grazing over the soft skin of my stomach, and inching to just below my bra.

I internally cringe as his hands glide across my stomach; I can practically see the protruding flesh from this angle.How can Andy even stand to see me like this? Why isn't he cringing or calling me fat?

Andy, sensing my sudden discomfort and mental hateful thoughts, pulls away slightly and cups my cheek, "what's wrong?" He asks, voice hushed.

I refuse to meet his gaze, and I unconsciously begin to trace the thin scars across my hips and forearms. Andy uses his other hand to grasp my moving hands firmly in his, and he tilts my head up, our eyes locking on each other's. "Nikki?"

I take a small breath and bite my lip, thinking over and over again about how i'm such a failure at everything. How some days, I just want nothing more than to disappear into the walls. "How can you stand to be around me?" I whisper, blinking back tears.

Andy frowns, and pulls me into his comforting arms, "Nikki... I love you. I love everything about you."

"But how? I'm just a waste of space, everyone thinks so, my parents do, people at school..."

His arms tighten around me, "you are not a waste of space. And anyone who doesn't see how amazing you are are wastes of space."

I look away, "but I'm so fat." I whisper, the truth of it burning my tongue.

Andy sighs and pauses for a second, before standing up, bringing me with him. He walks us over to his bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. I don't look, already aware of what I'll see: a flawed piece of imperfection. I feel even more self-conscious because my chest is exposed, and I'm with my perfect Andy.

Andy's arms wrap around me from behind, and he leans his head down beside me ear, "open your eyes."

I squeeze my eyes shut, before slowly opening them. Andy's arms are locked around me bare waist, his tall from easily towering over my small frame, but other than that I don't notice anything in particular. I turn to him, "i don't see anything."

He smiles softly at me, "look again."

So I do, and I really look. I examine the differences in our features, my eyes lingering on the obvious difference in our body size. While Andy is fairly slim for a guy, he's still layered in lean muscle , and the tattoos make him seem even more muscular. And me, well I have always had what women call an 'hourglass' figure, but i've always hated it. My hips are larger than the rest of my body, but my waist line curves in, accentuating my hips even more if possible. But I do see a difference. I'm not fat. My body is slim, skinny even, and all I really see, is Andy and I. Because that's all that matters.

He grins at my awestruck reaction, and spins me around, pulling me into another passionate kiss. I stand up on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him further down to match me height. He pulls away quicker than before and it is my turn to complain at the loss of pressure, but he just smiles.

"You're perfect to me," he whispers.

Notes

Cute chapter!

so I know the song is not my usual style, but I used to listen to the group when i was younger, and I was listening to this song while writing this chapter.

qotd: what are you self-conscious about?

I'm a perfectionist, so it's difficult for me to be happy with something less than perfect. which is probably why I don't like myself too much. I find myself to be too skinny, and I don't really like my facial features, but I'm learning to love myself slowly.

So I think we should start a game for this story. Whenever you comment, compliment the person below you (you don't have to know the person)

I'll start! You guys are all perfect in your own way and are beautiful individuals who have amazing tastes in music <3