George Imagine:

The reflection gazing back at you in the bathroom made you feel sick to your stomach. All you could see was a series of problems that you never wanted to burden upon anybody else. You despised what you were looking at. You didn't believe beauty existed within you at all. There was no trace of it, not even the smallest speckle.

So you really couldn't understand what it was about you that George loved. He told you multiple times how beautiful you were and what an amazing woman you were. You constantly stared at yourself in the mirror and no matter how hard you looked, you just couldn't see it.

It wasn't just your appearance that disgusted you about yourself. It was everything. You had so many issues with anxiety, depression... too many to list.

So what was it? What was it about you that George claimed to love so much? You felt as though your head would explode the more you thought about it.

You balled your hands up into fists and clenched so tight, you started shaking. You felt sick to your stomach the more you looked at yourself in the mirror... You looked away and squeezed your eyes shut, as a single tear leaked down your cheek.

"Oi, Y/N," you heard George call. Footsteps thudded against the floor, and soon they arrived in the bedroom just outside the bathroom. "Come on, love. Let's get to bed."

You sucked in a shaky breath. "In a minute," you responded in a trembling voice.

There was a short pause. "Y/N?" George asked, tapping on the bathroom door. "Are you alright in there? What's going on?"

"Nothing," you said thickly. "Nothing's going on. I'll be out in a moment, okay?"

"You don't sound okay," he said. "I'm coming in, alright?"

You didn't reply as the doorknob turned. The door swung open, revealing a worrisome George. He approached you and placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you around so you were face-to-face.

"You're crying," he said softly. "Y/N, what's wrong? Whose ass do I need to kick?"

You managed to chuckle in spite of yourself, but it didn't last long. "It's nothing, George," you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

"Y/N, please," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Talk to me. You know you can tell me anything, babe."

"Anything?" you echoed, shaking your head. "No... I can't put my problems on your shoulders. This really isn't your concern, George. I'm fine."

"Not my concern?" George raised his eyebrows. "What're your talking about? Y/N, I love you. I want you to be happy, but you have to talk to me so I can help you."

"You love me?" you laughed humourlessly. "Why? Why do you love me? There's nothing about me that's even remotely endearing, so what the hell is it, George? Are you lying to me?"

George stared at you in shock. Blinking, he shook his head. "Let's sit," he said quietly.

With his arm around your shoulders, he guided you towards the bed and sat you down. You fixed your eyes on your lap, refusing to meet his gaze as he took your hand in his.

"Why are you asking me such a stupid question?" he asked. "You know I would never lie to you."

You felt a sob lodge at the back of your constricted throat. Your rigid shoulders started shaking.

"How can you ever love someone like me?" you whispered, your voice quavering. "I-I'm so broken... I'm not beautiful and I have more issues than anybody could ever deal with. How can you l-love someone who constantly has panic attacks and sinks down into a deep pit of depression? How do you deal with that? How do you even find it in yourself to love someone who always feels so... empty and broken?"

Though you were trying not to look at him, you couldn't help but notice the small smile gracing George's lips.

"Oh Y/N," he said softly. "My dear, sweet Y/N... You still don't understand? There are a thousand reasons as to why I love you. It'll take me a lifetime, but I'll list every reason if you truly want me to. You're so precious to me, so kind and so special... When I look at you, I don't see a picture of anxiety and depression. I only see you. Wonderful, amazing you. Maybe you have issues, but they're not you. They might be a part of you, but that's not your fault."

"Y-you love me?" you croaked, peering up at him through tear-filled eyes. "Even though I'm... such a mess?"

George raised an eyebrow at you. "Y/N, when I started going out with, I didn't look for reasons to not love you," he grinned. "I found every reason to love you. You see, when someone gets to know another person, they don't pay focus on the fact that they have baggage. They focus on who they are as a person. And my love, you are the most amazing, the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I have no regrets about loving you, nor will I ever."

"R-really?" you whimpered, swallowing thickly.

"Really," he replied. He wiped a stray tear away from your cheek with his thumb and smiled lovingly at you. "Besides, we all have baggage. I do too. Will that stop you from loving me?"

You sniffed and shook your head. "No, of course not," you mumbled.

"Right," he hummed, leaning forward and pressing his lips against your temple. "You're not a mess. You're Y/N L/N. There's only one you. And you're the only one I want to be with, the only one I want to love."

Your lower lip quivered as a fresh round of tears welled up. George gathered you into his arms and held you to his chest, peppering your head and cheeks with gentle kisses.

"Don't doubt my love for you," he whispered in your ear. "No matter what, it'll never waver."

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