A Josh Hutcherson One-Shot
“Babe, are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” You replied. Your voice was flat and emotionless. A tell-tale sign that something was wrong.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and that was true. On the outside your strong wall built a tough exterior, hiding the pain away the pain away from anyone. Normally you could get by with a small smile and an “I’m fine.” But that’s because no one payed attention to your soft eyes. They eyes were screaming for help. Pleading for someone to listen. Just looking in your eyes and anyone could see what you were thinking.
Maybe I do need to loose wight. I do have some pudge. I’m not pretty enough to be with Josh, just look at my nose! Why is with me? He’ll find someone prettier and better, someone who deserves him. I’m just not good enough. I’m a nobody.
You walked past Josh and walked calmly into the bathroom. The bathroom in the hotel room was so small and cramped you felt as if you were locked in. You loved being on tour with the Josh, going to all The Hunger Games movie premiers around the world, but you had absolutely no privacy. Going from airplanes to hotel rooms everyday you had no where you could just sit and think. At this point in time, you didn’t want to think. You wanted to be held. You wanted to cuddle into Josh’s chest and fall asleep and forget about the comments you just read.
But you couldn’t. If you did Josh would find out what was wrong and he’d be angry at the people who did wrote those horrid things.
You could feel her walls breaking down as you pictured your twitter page.
“You ugly bitch!
You’re just another slut!
UGLY DISGUSTING WHORE!”
You took a deep breath as a tear fell down your face. The ache in your chest just began to grow. Your throat tightened and you bit your bottom lip and blinked your eyes to try to stop the tears. You slid down the wall resting your feet against the bathtub, bringing your knees up to your chest. In your right hand was your phone, you clutched it tight, you would have preferred a teddy bear or Josh’s hand but you couldn’t.
A slight knock on the door told her that you wasn’t going to escape this and there was no room for privacy in a small hotel room with practically the whole cast sitting right outside.
“Babe?” Josh’s deep voice called in. He sounded worried.
You cleared the throat.
“It’s me. Please, can you let me in?”
“No, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.” Your voice was once again just flat and emotionless and no one would be able to tell that silent tears were trickling softly down your cheeks.
“Please let me in?” The way he spoke felt like sending and arrow straight at your heart. He was so concerned.
You didn’t get up, but just reached up and pushed the door open. Josh bit his lip, seeing you crying was killing him.
He quickly slid inside the already cramped bathroom, shut the door and took you in his arms.
He brushed your hair gently out of your face and cupped your cheek. Your nose and ears were red and eyes were ringed with tears that slid silently down your face leaving paths in their wake. He caressed your cheek taking away your tears as he pulled you onto his lap. Your small frame nestled perfectly into his. He wrapped an arm around you, protectively while his other hand softly smoothed your hair out of her face.
“You are beautiful.” You closed her eyes, a small sigh of protest escaping your mouth as you turned your head, ashamed, away from him.
”Look at me.” He hooked a finger under your chin and brought your gaze to his. “Never, never listen to what those girls say. They aren’t insulting you. They’re insulting ‘Josh Hutcherson’s girlfriend’ because they want to feel better about themselves. Please, I know it hurts, trust me. I know. I’ve been in this position before and it’s not fun.”
You cuddled your way closer to him. You nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck, his musky cologne was soothing. Your tears dropped onto his skin and fell down into his shirt. He pulled you closer wrapping both arms around you, cradling you to him.
“I know.” Your voice cracked. He rubbed soothing circled on your back through your tank top. “I know that they’re just jealous and so they want to be as rude as possible. I know all of that. But… but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less. I mean, it should. I should be smart enough to just put my emotions aside or… I don’t know.” Your voice was strained and weak.
He kissed your hair.
“What those girls were saying would effect anyone. But the comments weren’t true. You are a beautiful girl. Inside and out. You are kind and compassionate and the sweetest person I have ever met. You would give anything just to know that others are happy. You’re funny and talented and yes, you are beautiful. Absolutely stunning.”
There was a moment of silence.
You smiled Josh’s neck. All signs of tears, of sadness were fading away. You loved Josh more than you could ever possibly say. It was even hard for you to comprehend, having never felt this way before. But things like this. These small little moments made everything okay. Made everything else seem unimportant.
You laughed slightly.
“You are just so… perfect.” You sat up in his lap, looking into his deep hazel eyes. You started to giggle. One of your hands covered your mouth, in an attempt to possibly hide your laughter. Josh giggled with your, not exactly knowing why but your laughter was infectious.
“If would have told me, last year that I was going to be in a three foot bathroom cuddling up to Josh Hutcherson an-“
“JOSH! HEEEEELP!!!” Jennifer’s screaming broke through the little romantic bubble, you had both created. Both you and Josh jumped up and tore out of the bathroom only to find Jennifer on the couch being attacked but, of all people, Amanda Stenberg. Everyone: Liam, Alexander and Isabelle were laughing their heads off.
”What’s going on here?” Josh said, laughing.
“Jennifer stole Amanda’s last Hershey’s bar.” Liam explained through his laughter.
“Jen! You never touch someone else’s chocolate!” You reprimand. It didn’t work because you too was laughing.
“My tummy wanted the chocolate!” Jennifer complained. Laughing as Amanda climbed on her back reaching out for the candy. Jen held the candy just out of reach of the young girl.
Amanda looked to Josh. “Please, bright knight save me from the evil dragon and help me get my chocolate back!” Josh looked to you, and you nodded towards the fighting pair on the floor.
“Go save your Princess, Sir Hutcherson.” With a grin Josh launched himself in the fight.
“Have at thee, coward!”