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🎶: 'Safe And Sound' by Capital Cities

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As soon as you entered your home, that you were sharing with your boyfriend, you were bombed with notifications.

It's usual for you to get a lot of notifications on your phone from social media because your boyfriend is a famous actor but this time... you had a weird feeling inside you.

And there were hundreds more, all with the same negativity towards you.

You ran to your bedroom, tears glistening your eyes, and threw your phone onto your bed. You took your jacket off and collapsed onto your bed, crying loudly.

You get hate everyday. You're in a good mood every time you come home but then you get hit with messages from random people about how imperfect you are, especially for Jared.

You saw the bathroom door slightly open and a thought came into your mind. You wiped your cheeks and you switched the light on, entering inside and searching the cabinets for anything sharp.

When the whole hate-on-social-media had started you used to cut yourself. Jared didn't know about it. You reduced the amount of times you cut yourself, from everyday to one a week till rarely. You learned to block the hate out but sometimes it would beat you.

You found one of Jared's shaving razor and broke it apart. You held one of the tiny blades in your hand and mumbled to yourself repeatedly, "It's not my fault that I have faults... it's not... my fault."

CLICK! CRREEEAAKK!

You froze, the blade about to cut through the skin on your arm. You looked at up and back at the bathroom door in horror.

"Rose? Where are you? I'm home!" You heard your boyfriend Jared call out. You mumbled a 'crap!' then rushed out, throwing the broken apart razor blade into the trashbin and covering it with tissue.

I'll get him a new one, You thought and hoped that he wouldn't notice.

Just as he knocked on the door, you swung it open, breathing heavily slightly. "Rose... what are you doing?" He asked, a little confused.

"Nothing I uh, I was just washing my face," You said and forced a smile on your face, then wiped a year drop off your cheek and  chuckled nervously, "Water drop."

He furrowed his eyebrows then kissed your head. You hugged him tight, glad that he was home but tried not to break down into tears.

"I just need to go to the washroom then we'll relax together," He smiled at you and you nodded, still shaking a bit from your emotional episode earlier on.

You walked out of the washroom and stood on the bedroom awkwardly. Just as you were about to sit down, Jared-

"Rose, did you break my razor apart?" Jared asked and unlocked the door. You stood silent, in complete shock and fright.

"I-I... I don't-"

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit shaken up," He said and ran a hand through his hair out of concern. You bit your lip as hard as you could to stop the tears that were about to explode out of your eyes.

TING! TING! TING! TING! TING! TING! TING! TING! TING! TING! TING! TING! TING! TING!

Your phone blared out with notifications all of a sudden and Jared raised an eyebrow. You shut your eyes slowly, mentally swearing at your phone... even though it wasn't its fault.

"What's going on Rose? I need to know," Jared demanded and you sighed. You gave him your phone after you unlocked it, "See for yourself, if you really want to know."

He scrolled through all the new tweets you had just received... all hate again, from people who supposedly call themselves 'fans' of Jared.

"What the hell is this?! Is this what you've been getting? How long has it been going on for?" He bombarded you with questions then paused, realising something, "Oh my-Is this the reason you were with my razor blade? You were going to... cut y-yourself."

He started trembling, half with anger and half with concern for you.

You hugged him and burst into tears. "I'm so sorry Jar, it's not my fault I look like this or I sound like this or that I'm in your life!" You cried out, "I've been cursed with the worst looks ever, you deserve someone better-"

He held the sides of your face and looked at you straight in the eyes. "Don't you dare say that DON'T. You are the best thing that has happened to me, ever and I will do nothing to change you or make you 'acceptable' so some jealous fans can be happy," He said, anger flooded every fiber in him... anger at those messages, not you.

You continued to sob and Jared sat you down on the bed, holding you close and rocking you slowly. He rubbed your back and kissed your head. "Ignore those messages Rose, you're beautiful," He said.

"But I'm not Jared! Why can't you see that?! Why do you even like me?!" You started to tell out of frustration.

"Hey, when I look at you all I see is 'perfect' written all over," He stated so matter-of-factly that it seemed as if it were a fact written in an encyclopedia, "You have never seen a fault in your life Rose, you're past imperfections."

"And I love you because of you. You're a beautiful person inside and out and I would never change anything about you," He said and your cries steadied a bit.

"You're... you're not the problem Rose. The problem's me," He said and you backed away, shaking your head.

"No don't say-"

"No I am, okay? I'm the one with the crazy fans, I'm the one with the actual imperfections. You don't deserve me," He sighed and looked to his hands with sorrow. You lifted his chin and kissed him on the lips.

"Jar don't say that, you're not the problem... We both haven't done anything wrong," You said and smiled through your teary eyes. Jared had tears in his eyes too. You kissed his cheek and he smiled.

"And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. I shake it off, I shake it off."

You sang with a grin on your face while whipping your hair all around. Jared smirked and pulled you onto his lap. He pecked you on the lips and you kissed him again, this time more passionately.

"I should tell you something..." You traced the stitching on his shirt and bit your lip, "The scratches I have aren't from my sister's cat... they're scars from before when I cut myself."

Jared's eyes peered open with shock. He was going to yell and scold you but he took a deep breath.

"No more cutting yourself and no more secrets Rose. You come to me and we just... Shake it off together," He told and you smiled slightly, "Promise?"

"Promise."