"Y/n I'm sure you look great! Please just come out and let me see!" Niall complains from the other side of the closet doors.
"I swear these jeans fit me last year," I say struggling to button my all time favorite pair of jeans. "I couldn't have gained that much weight!"
"Does your mom do your laundry?"
"Niall I've been on tour with you for the past six months," I screech. "How the hell would I know if she's washed my clothes?"
"What's all the ruckus in here about?" My mom's voice rings out. "Y/n why are you in the closet?"
"She's being pis- I mean she's mad because her jeans don't fit. I don't think she's heard of a growth spurt."
"Niall, A growth spurt is when you get taller not wider!"
"Which pants are they?" Mum interupts.
"I don't know! They're blue with designs on the butt."
"Just come out!" I sigh taking them off and replacing them with the sweats I was wearing previous.
I walk out hanging the jeans to my mom and sitting beside Niall on my bed. I lean into his side barying my head into his shoulder.
Mum hums after looking at the jeans and walks out of the room.
"Babe are you crying?" Niall asks taking me by surprise.
I wipe my face feeling the warm tears in my hand. I laugh quietly noding.
"I-- I guess so." He turns and faces me pulling my face up. He wipes across my cheek with his thumb before pecking my lips.
"You are beautiful no matter what your size; okay? I love you."
I nod pulling him in for another kiss only to be interupted by mum.
"Y/n it seems like I forgot to inform you that I bought your sister the same pants. I must have mixed them up on accident."
She holds out another pair of pants and I take them from her holding them to waste.
Niall chuckles from beside of me pulling me back down onto his lap. "My love must be lucky."
