Beautiful Inside And Out||Zach Herron||Why Don’t We Imagine
I just recently reread one of my favorite books and thought that I’d try recreating a scene from the story. I’m also gonna try a different writing style so if you like it, let me know!
Concept requested by ma girl @simplywdw-fp. Two weeks late but I hope you’re still craving some smut. ;)
You stand in the doorway of Zach’s hotel room, the smell of his cologne filling the space. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in nearly eight months, his career and your financial problems always getting between you. Though you had an unconditional love for Zach and vice versa, long distance was hard for the two of you. You felt as if he was drifting away from you, every mile, every hour, every second pushing you farther and farther apart. He was
too busy always busy, hardly having any time at all to text or call you. Your arguments had crushed your heart pulled you apart even more. Truth be told, you were terrified a little nervous to see him in person.
The last fight was the worst one yet. With all his traveling, all the girls he meets, all of the things he’s experiencing
without you with the boys, your paranoia grew worse. Of course his fans were going to ask for pictures doing various poses. Of course they would ask for him to sling an arm around their shoulder or waist. Of course they were going to ask him to kiss their cheek. And you were okay with it, knowing that they would never be more than fans to him, the people that make his success, his dream a reality. But with every picture that you saw, each one stung you, each one a little more than the last. But there was one in particular that struck you in the gut, knocking the air from your lungs.
A girl, maybe 17 or so was pressed against him, her chest against his. Her hair fell in perfect waves, her blue eyes reminding you of the Indian Ocean, bright and clear. Her skin-tone a perfect complement to his. She was gorgeous, breathtaking. She looked better with him than you ever did. She looked at him with such kindness, so much admiration,but what was worse was the way that he looked at her. You could see how much love was in his gaze, so much longing. He looked at her like he had never looked at you.