IMAGINE: Connor trying to help you get over your insecurities

     Connor and you walk home from school one Friday afternoon. He squeezes your hand, staring at you. "What?" You laugh. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He says. You roll your eyes. "Puhlease." You reply dramatically. Connor wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his side. "What, it's so true!" He exclaims. "I think you need to review how bad lying is." You retort. He stops walking, making you stop too. There's no longer a smile on his face. He looks perfectly serious. "Y/N, I'm not lying." He tells you. You don't say anything. "You don't believe me, do you?" He asks, hurt etching into his face. You swallow. "Connor, I—" You stop and sigh. You shake your head. "I don't know." You admit softly, looking to the ground. "Do you not think you're pretty?" Connor asks. You look past him, not meeting his eyes. He puts his hands on your shoulders. "Y/N." You slowly look at him. "I'm sorry." You whisper, your voice cracking. "Y/N, how can you not think you're pretty?!" Connor exclaims. You shrug. "I-I don't know." You answer. Connor starts pacing the sidewalk. He's angry, you can tell. You hold a hand out. "Please, this is nothing to get worked up over." You say. He looks at you. "Oh, I'm way past worked up." "But why?!" He sinks his hand into his hair. "You don't see how beautiful you are, you don't see your worth." "So why should that upset you?" You question, feeling your irritation rising. Connor stalks over to you, grabs your face in his hands, and kisses you soundly. When he pulls back, he stares into your eyes. His eyes fill with tears. "Because you mean everything to me, Y/N. You're my whole world. If you're not happy, I'm not happy." He says. "Connor, it's not like I'm not happy. I just don't feel...beautiful." "That's not good enough for me, Y/N." Connor responds. You lightly lift up a shoulder in a shrug. "We're going to get through this." He states suddenly. "Wait, what?" You ask. "We're going to get you over your insecurities." "Um, okay." You reply unsurely. He grabs your hand. "Come on. We've got work to do." --- For the next month, Connor and you work on your insecurities. You're slowly, very slowly, working past them, thanks to your amazing boyfriend. One Sunday morning, you're at Connor's house, sitting on the couch with him. His arms are around you. "How are you feeling, Y/N?" He asks like he does every morning. You smile up at him. "Good. Really good." "Are you telling the truth?" "Yes, of course. I'm actually doing good." He kisses your head. "Good." He murmurs, rubbing your back. You rest your head on his shoulder. "Thanks for helping me, Connor." "My work here isn't finished yet." He reminds you. You laugh softly and look up at him. "I hope not." You say. He grins down at you and kisses you. [THE END] I hope you liked it!