~1D imagines/preferences~

|Louis - Insecure|

"Can you stop it?" You yell to your best friend Louis. He wants to take you in his arms and make stupid jokes with you. "Why?" He asked and sits on the floor in front of you. "Because of reasons." You shout and continue reading your book.

"Why?" He teases you. "I'm heavy." You mumble. "No way!" He laughs. "It's not funny." You say seriously. "Your're serious about it?" He asks. You have tears in your eyes - you can't help it. You don't like your body, your face or your weight. Every time you think about it you feel disgust. You love your best friend with all of your heart, but you could never tell it to him. You look at Louis. His bright blue eyes are sadly observing your face. He's too good to be true and he would never love someone like you. You're just a friend to him.

"What's wrong?" He whispers and wipes away a tear that rolls down your cheek. "Nothing." You sob. "I didn't want to hurt you." He says and takes your hand. "You didn't hurt me." You say. "I did, I know I did. And you have to tell me what's wrong." he says and sits on the sofa next to you. He wraps his arms around you and you put your head on his shoulder. You sit there in silence and listen to him peacefully breathing. He strokes your hair and you close your eyes.

"I sometimes hate myself." You say eventually. He doesn't say anything. He continues stroking your hair and kisses you gently your head "Why?" He asks. He doesn't judge, he doesn't laugh. "Just... I don't like what I see." You say. "My stomach, my face , my thighs." You say and burst into tears. "Shhh!" He whispers and pulls you closer to him. "You're so wrong." He says. You look at him. "No, I'm not! Can't you see?" You ask angrily and stand up.

You stand there in front of him. He looks at you sadly and takes eventually your hand. "Come here." He whispers and pulls you in a hug. "You're beautiful." He says. You cry even more. "You're amazing, beautiful and glorious." He says. "But all these models and actresses and singers! They are so skinny, but I'am jus-." You cry but Louis cuts you off. "You are perfect." He says. You roll your eyes and bury your face into his chest. "There's nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes." He says. You keep sobbing on his chest. He takes your hand and stands up. He pulls you in the lobby.

You stand there in front of the mirror. "Look at yourself. Beautiful." He whispers. "Look in the mirror. Really look yourself. Past the insecurities, past everything you think is wrong. Your beautiful." He says. "Remember that." He says and taps your nose. He tickles you and you smile slightly. He takes your hand and you go back to the living room.

"Here." He whispers and gives you a cup of tea. "Do you feel better?" He asks. You shrug. "I guess." You say. "I'm sorry." You say and look at him. He shakes his head and smiles. He sits on the floor in front of you. He strokes your hair and stares at you.

"I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile. You've never loved your stomach or your thighs. The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine. But I'll love them endlessly." He sings quietly and plays gently with your hair. You smile and close your eyes.

"Um Y/N?" He whispers and bites his lips. "Mh." You mumble and drink your tea. "There's something I have to tell you. It's time." He says. "Well okay?" You say. He looks at you and breathes deeply. "I love you." He whispers. You look at him and frown. "What?" You ask. "I'm in love with your smell. And I'm in love with your skin." He says and strokes your hands. "So in love with that smile." He says and taps your nose. "And the very shade of your eyes. Nothing is so beautiful as your soul. Nothing in this world." He whispers. You look at his blue eyes and smile. "I love you too Louis." You say. He bites his lip and smiles brightly. "Really?" He whispers before kissing your soft pink lips. "Really." You say.

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