Warnings: Some angst and self-deprecation

Word Count: 1327

"Finally," you sighed as you flopped dramatically onto the bed. "I was beginning to think that this moment would never come."

Josh laughed as he walked out of the bathroom. The two of you had been out an event all day talking to people, walking around, and promoting the new album. As much fun as it was, you always ended up exhausted afterwards.

"Well now we have the whole night in front of us to do whatever we want."

"Good," you said, rolling onto your side and snuggling up with a pillow. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

Josh walked over and laid down next to you on the bed, resting one hand lightly on your hip.

"And here I was thinking that you would actually watch a movie with me," he laughed.

"What movie?" you asked, looking at him over your shoulder.

"Whatever you want."

Your mouth widened into a smile, "I'll think of one while I get ready for bed."

You walked into the bathroom so that you could wash your face and change into comfier clothes for bed. It was nice to finally be out of your event clothes and in one of Josh's oversized t-shirts.

"I've decided what to watch," you announced as you walked back into the bedroom and took a seat on the bed.

"Which is?"

"A Marvel movie," you beamed.

"Again?"

"Yes. That way I won't miss anything that I haven't seen if I fall asleep, which I inevitably will."

"Fair enough," Josh said, grabbing the TV remote to turn on the movie.

"I know, I'm a genius." You made yourself comfortable on your side of the bed.

"What are you doing all the way over there?"

"Laying down?"

"Are you not going to cuddle with me?" he asked, sticking out his bottom lip.

"Alright, I'm coming," you smiled, scooting over and resting your head on Josh's chest.

"Thanks for watching a movie with me."

"Of course. There's no better way to celebrate another successful event."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Sure enough, you had fallen asleep barely half an hour into a movie. You woke up the next morning now sleeping on your own pillow with Josh nowhere to be found. He had probably woken up early to go running, a part of his morning routine that you rarely joined him in.

You reached over and grabbed your phone, deciding that getting out of bed could wait until you finished checking social media. Josh had posted on his Snapchat story at some point while you were asleep, so you decided to see what it is that he had to say.

Much to your surprise, the Snapchat was a picture of you asleep on his chest. His face was just visible in the corner of the screen, the smile on his face was evident. He had written a caption that said, "Spent all day at an event with this one only to have her fall asleep twenty minutes into the movie we're watching. Wouldn't want it any other way."

You hardly paid attention to the sweet caption that he had written, instead you were scrutinizing your appearance in the photo. Your hair had partially fallen in your face and your mouth was wide open. Even your skin didn't look good since it was still somewhat shiny from the product that you had used on it. Thankfully the next Snapchat on his story was just a picture from his run, not another of you looking terrible while you slept.

You switched over to Twitter to try and take your mind off of the number of people that had probably seen the photo. There were enough nasty comments thrown at you even when you were fully dressed up and posing for a photo, you didn't need to give them more ammo by having them see one you hadn't even known had been taken. Unfortunately for you, the Snapchat photo had already made its way to Twitter and was being reposted with comments from the few clique accounts you followed. No social media was safe, it seemed.

You tossed your phone down on the bed and rolled back onto your side. It would probably be a good idea to get out of bed and get ready for the day, but you were just too comfortable to move.

The door downstairs opened, followed closely by the sound of Josh closing it and walking up the stairs. He walked into the room a few moments later. His hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead and his face was bright pink. Despite this, he was smiling.

"Good morning," he said.

"Hey."

His back was turned to you as he messed around with his headphones.

"You doing ok?" he asked, taking a second to look over his shoulder.

"I guess," you sighed. "I saw your Snapchat story."

"Yeah?"

"I look really bad in that picture, Josh. You shouldn't have posted it."

He turned around completely now, his eyebrows knit together, "What are you talking about?"

"Did you even look at the picture before you posted it? I look awful. My face is shiny and my hair is a mess and my mouth..."

"I thought you looked beautiful," Josh said quietly. "I just wanted to show how much I love you."

You shrugged and stared down at your feet, trying to ignore the mental image of the picture in your mind.

"If you really want, I can take it down," he said.

You shrugged again, "It's already spread to Twitter. You might as well leave it up."

"Ok," Josh sighed. He was visibly upset, which only made you feel worse about the whole situation. "I'm going to go shower."

"Ok."

Josh walked into the bathroom and closed the door. You laid back down and grabbed your phone, deciding to get over your self-loathing and take another look at the picture. It was completely possible that you were remembering it much worse than it actually was.

The second time you looked at the picture wasn't too bad. There were definitely worse pictures of you that existed, and those didn't even have sweet captions that accompanied them. It didn't take you long to realize your mistake in lashing out at Josh. He truly was just trying to be sweet.

You had finally gotten out of bed and changed into everyday clothes by the time that Josh walked out of the bathroom, now clean and dripping water instead of sweat. He avoided eye contact with you as he walked over and tossed his clothes into the laundry hamper.

"Hey, Josh," you said, nervously twisting your hands together. You hated that you had to apologize to him, although that was only because you were upset with yourself for even lashing out in the first place.

"What?"

"I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. I let my self esteem get in the way of what really was a sweet gesture. You didn't have to post about me at all, and I should just be happy that you love me enough to tell the world."

Josh shrugged, "I just want you to see yourself the way that I see you. No matter what you're wearing or what expression you're making, I'm always going to think you're the most perfect person in the world."

"I know and I love you for that. I'm working on it, I really am, and I need to remember that when you post those pictures."

"And I need to remember that you aren't used to having your face spread across the internet the same way that I am."

You smiled and nodded. Josh walked over and pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head.

"I love you so much. And I'm sorry again for how I acted."

"Apology accepted. I love you too, and I want you to remember that," he said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I will."