You hear Aidan sigh and the slap of a magazine being thrown on the coffee table. You walk out of the kitchen, drying your hands. He's leaning against a chair, staring straight ahead, his face unreadable. "Aidan?" You say, throwing the towel on the back of a chair. You walk up behind Aidan and wrap your arms around his chest, leaning over him. He looks up at you and sighs again. Your eyebrows draw. "What's wrong?" You ask worriedly. His shoulders drop and you release your hold on him and walk to the front of the couch. You sit down and take his hands. He meets your eyes and you stare back into his. "Is something wrong?" You ask, squinting slightly.
Aidan thrusts his hand in the direction of the magazine on the table. "That's what's wrong!" He exclaims. You reach out and pick it up. You stare at him, confused. "I don't understand." You say, raising your eyebrow to the news about Benedict Cumberbatch's engagement. You show him the magazine. "You're upset about this?" You ask. He sighs and takes the magazine from you. He flips through a few pages and then hands it to you.
You glance down at it and double take, grasping the magazine in your hands. You quickly read the column, your mouth slipping open wider at each sentence.
You look up at Aidan, who's eyes are solemn. "Am I really that ugly?" He asks. You throw the book on the table, angry. "No, of course not!" You exclaim. "Who could write such a thing about you?" You rage. You glare at the magazine that dared to claim that Aidan, your boyfriend, is not a very good-looking guy.
Aidan puts his face in his hands. "How come no one has ever told me?" He groans into his hands. "Told you what?" You ask.
He lifts his head and points to his nose. "Is my nose really crooked?" He asks. You raise your eyebrows. "Um, no...?" You say, leaning forward. "Your nose isn't crooked." You say. "You're just saying that because you're my girlfriend." He huffs.
"Is this what people really think of me?" He asks, looking at you, his eyes wide and sad. You take his face in your hands gently, looking at him lovingly. "Of course not, love. Aidan, listen to me. Just because one magazine writer said you aren't good-looking, doesn't make it true." You say. Then you run your fingers through his curly hair and lean against him. "I, for instance, think you're incredibly handsome." You say, kissing him.
He pulls away and gets off the couch. "Again, you're just saying that because you're my girlfriend." He says, pacing. "Aidan, I'm saying that because it's true." You say softly.
"Maybe I should quit acting." He says, ignoring what you just said.
You gasp and get off the couch. You grab Aidan's arm, making him stop pacing. "Aidan, I can't believe you just said that." You say. He looks at you and takes your arms in his hands. "Look at me, Y/N, I'm ugly!' He says, face filled with torment. You look at him, mouth open slightly. Your heart breaks for him. You shake your head. "No..." You breathe. You place your hand son his waist and lead him to the couch. he sits down and you follow. You take the side of his face in your hand and make him look at you. "Listen to me. I love you. More than you can ever know." You start. He nods. "Do you value my opinion?" You ask. "More than anyone's I know." He answers. "Then here this: Aidan, I think you are the most handsome guy I know and will ever know. I don't care what the magazine writer said about you, because it's not true. You mean so much to me. When you think bad about yourself, I'd do anything to make you feel better. You don't need a magazine writer or anyone telling you that you're ugly. Everyone has imperfection with their appearance, but it doesn't make them ugly. It makes them more beautiful or handsome because it's part of them. As for you, Aidan, you're handsome. Not only because your outer appearance is amazing; but because your heart is handsome. You're sweet and care for others like I've never seen before. You never stop loving me, even when we get in fights and I lose my temper. You're patient and kind. Don't believe what the magazine writer said. She doesn't know you like I do. And if she knew, she would take back her words and beg for forgiveness." You say, tearing up slightly.
Aidan's eyelids are red and he quickly brushes away a tear that slides down his cheek. He sniffs and pulls you into his arms. "Thank you so much, Y/N." He whispers, kissing your head. He buries his face in your hair. "I love you so much." He says. You rub his back and smile, closing your eyes. "I love you too." You return.
[THE END]