Harry Styles Imagines.

Perfect.

"Why aren't you ready? We have to go, baby." Harry asks confused as he enters our bedroom.

We are supposed to go out, Harry is taking me for a dinner date.

"I don't want to go. Sorry." I say with tearful eyes.

"Why? What's wrong?" He asks as he sits beside me on the bed.

"Everything!" I sob out. Tears falling freely on my cheeks.

"Hey, hey. Tell me, what's wrong." He says and pulls me to his chest. I clutch his shirt tightly as I cry.

"It's stupid." I say through sobs.

"C'mon, tell me, it's not stupid." He assures me.

"I don't look good in my dress." I cry as I remember my reflection I saw in the mirror.

Harry cups my cheek and makes me look at him. He has a small smile on his face as he wipes my tears.

"Why are you smiling? What's so funny?" I grumble and he chuckles.

"Don't laugh at me!" I say as my eyes get watery again.

"I am not laughing at you, love. You look like an angry little kitten like this, sitting on the bed with my t-shirt on and a cute little scowl on your face." He says and I swat his shoulder.

"Harry!" I whine and cry.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Now get ready." He says.

"No, I am not going. I look ugly and fat." I say and I see his brows furrow.

"No, you don't. don't say that." He says and pulls me on his lap so I straddle him.

"Yes, I do! The dress doesn't look good on me, the manager of the store was right." I say and see an angry scowl on his face.

"What do you mean the manger was right?" He asks.

"The manager of the store, she said I was too fat for this dress, and even if it fits me, I won't look good." I say and the words of that woman echo in my head.

His hand comes to grab my jaw and makes me look at him.

"Listen to me, YOU. ARE. THE. MOST. BEAUTIFUL. WOMAN. I. HAVE. EVER. MET. No matter what people say. I love every inch of body, every scar, every stretch mark, every mole, every blemish, every freckle. I love them all. Even you thighs, and your tummy rolls, got it?" He scolds me in a loving way? I don't know but I find myself nodding.

"Good. Now, wear that dress you bought." He says and I get off his lap and go to wear that dress.

I come out of the bathroom wearing that maroon dress, it falls mid-thigh and its sleeveless.

I wait for Harry's reaction. He just looks me up and down and gets up from the bed.

He comes and stands in front of me and cups my cheek.

"You look beautiful, baby. So beautiful. Perfect." He says and heat crawls up on my neck and on my cheek.

"Really?" I whisper and he nods.

He takes my hand walks us over to the mirror beside the bed.

He stands behind me with his hands on my shoulder.

"Look at you. So ethereal. So good. Look at those perfect curves, those long slender legs, those big innocent doe eyes, and finally those pink full lips you have. You are truly beautiful, Y/N. don't you ever forget that. And don't let anyone convince you otherwise." He says and squeezes my shoulder reassuringly and leans down to kiss my cheek softly.

Tears are again threatening to fall down.

I turn to look at him, I hold the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss him. He happily kisses me back.

"I love you so much." I sniffle as I pull back from the kiss.

I see a big grin on his face as I say those words.

"I love you too, baby." He says and pecks my lips once more.

"C'mon now, let's go. Also, you are telling me the name of that store and the manager. Okay?" He says and I nod chuckling at him. I obviously won't tell the names because I'm sure he will shut down that store.

We both leave the house to go at our dinner date.

I am truly lucky to have him as my partner. He neverfails to make me feel pretty. And I love him so much for that.

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