I clicked another picture that had been retweeted onto my timeline to see yet another girls face photoshopped onto my body. So far I've seen one with Selena, Sofia, Chantel, and Yovanna. (Pretty sure I just spelled that wrong but yolo)
I threw my phone to the side and huffed. This is ridiculous. I mean honestly if the fans hate me that much, why does he like me?
"Babe?" I heard his voice.
"Hey." I mumbled.
"You okay?" He sat down on the couch beside me after picking up my phone and sitting it on the coffee table.
"Not really but I'll be fine." I said glancing over at him.
"Talk to me pretty girl." He laid his hand on my knee rubbing it with his thumb.
"Do you actually want to be with me?" I asked as serious as I could be.
"What? Why wouldn't I? Who is putting stuff in your head?" He asked. The worry in his eyes grew evident.
"No one is I just keep seeing all these photoshopped pictures with all of your exes faces. The fans seem to have loved all of them but they hate me." I absentmindedly started playing with his large hand that was on my lap.
"Baby girl, they're exes for a reason. All of the breakups I went through lead me to the most beautiful girl I know. I love you princess. They're not in the picture anymore for a reason. Okay? You never have to worry about them. I promise." He intertwined our fingers together and pulled me closer to his muscular body.
"I love you." I spoke softly while grinning at my very attractive boyfriend.
"I love you more baby." He leaned forward and kissed my lips. "Guess I have to prove that you're my favorite girl huh?" He smirked making me giggle.
