Insecurities | J.A
Warnings: One curse word? // It’s short as heck and I probably write too much Jack fluff but here we are anyway.
“Baby?” Jack’s voice called from the bathroom, before eventually walking into his bedroom where you were currently doing your makeup. “Have you seen my contacts? I swear I had a pair left.”
“No, sorry babe.” You kept your back turned to him, solely because if you let him see your face he’d see right through your lie.
The truth is you really wanted your boyfriend to wear his glasses more often and since he was about to run out of contact lenses, you figured it wouldn’t be so bad if you just hid his last pair.
Jack let out a groan and flopped himself down onto the bed, knocking some of your makeup off of it in the process. You glared at him but continued to put foundation on your face.
“Why are you staring at me?” You shoved his shoulder lightly, hoping he didn’t see you blushing.
The room filled with Jack’s laugh as he poked your cheek, getting some makeup on his finger. “Ew, you don’t even need this shit.”
He’d told you those words before and you wanted to believe him, but your self-esteem lifted a good fifty percent when you were wearing makeup. You rolled your eyes as Jack wiped your foundation off his finger and onto his sweatpants, such a boy.
“I wish you could see yourself from my eyes.” Jack sighed.
“You can’t even see me from your eyes right now.” You laughed.
He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table, put them on his face and sat behind you so that you could see his reflection in the mirror as well as your own, “Oh look at that. You’re still beautiful.”
You thought Jack looked perfect, messy hair, glasses and all. His freckles were a little more prominent than usual and you found them adorable. Looking at your own reflection next to his, made you feel a little disorientated. What did you look like in his eyes?
“Please don’t be nice to me.” You suddenly felt really guilty, you shouldn’t have purposely taken away something that makes him feel better about one of his insecurities. Especially since, if the roles had been reversed you would’ve lost your damn mind.
“I can’t be nice to my girlfriend?” Jack fake gasped, wrapping his arms securely around your waist.
“Jack, I hid your contacts on purpose,” You blurted, not being able to handle the guilt anymore. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do it to be awful I just-”
“I know.” Jack interrupted you before you could say anything else, leaning against you as he did so. He started leaving kisses on your right shoulder, which sent shivers up your arms.
You sat there with your face screwed up, looking ridiculous with only one part of your face covered in makeup and a confused expression. “You know?”
“You couldn’t lie to me if you tried, baby girl.” He smiled at you, no trace of hurt or anger anywhere on his face.
He truly was the most understanding and amazing boyfriend you’d ever had, he didn’t get angry when you were acting like a hypocrite even when you think he maybe should have.
“I just wish you wore your glasses more, you look really good in them.” You mumbled, a little embarrassed with yourself.
“And I wish you didn’t feel like you need makeup to be pretty.” Jack challenged you and you knew you weren’t going to win this one. You sighed, but nodded in agreement.
“How about we make a deal, you wash that off your face and I’ll wear my glasses all day.” He offered, a grin spread across his face.
So that’s exactly what you did and Jack spent the rest of the day cuddling into you, kissing all over your face and telling you how beautiful you were.
Just as much as you spent your time playing with his hair, kissing him back and telling him how amazing he looked in his glasses.
You both had your insecurities, but you also had each other.