One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preferece: He Comforts You (2/5)

He Comforts You (Harry)

***Your P.O.V***

I gently closed the door to the flat I shared with Harry, not wanting him to know I'm home. On the way home from work, a group of fans had stopped me...

**Flashback**

"Are you (Y/N)? Harry Styles' girlfriend?" one of the girls asked me. I nodded and gave them a small smile, not really wanting to stay and talk to the fans. Normally, I would have, but I was exhausted from work, and I really just wanted to go home to Harry right now.

"Oh, we though so," another girl added. "We just wanted to let you know that you're such a fake."

My eyes snapped over to her and I became much more alert. "What?" I asked, astounded.

"Yeah, you are so just using Harry for his fame and money. You're not even pretty! Harry should be with someone that he's not embarrased to be seen walking around London with!"

One of the other girls decided to add something to the conversation. "Yeah, you're fat too. Why is Harry even with you? It's probably a pity relationship!"

"No one in the fandom even likes you! Just go andf kill yourself! It'll save Harry from this mistake!" the last girl insulted.

I could feel the tears start to swell in my eyes, and I swallowed the lump in my throat before replying to them. "Thanks for letting me know your opinion. I'll be sure to pass on the message to Harry," you said before powerwalking away from them.

Their insults followed you all the way down the street. "Skank!"

"Bitch!"

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

"Fat!"

"Ugly!"

**End Flashback**

You just couldn't see how girls could be so mean to one another. Aren't Directioners supposed to be like a family to one another? But it seemed as though I got shunned from the family the moment I accepted being Harry's girlfriend.

Without really thinking, I opened Twitter on my phone and scrolled through my mentions. The majority of them said the same things that the girls on the streets had said to me. Skank. Bitch. Fat. Ugly. Go kill yourself.

What if  they're all right? What if Harry really doesn't really mean what he says? Harry has always told me I'm beautiful and funny and sweet. He knows how I want to remain a virgin until I'm married, and totally accepts my wish. He's always said to me how my weight never mattered to him, that I was still the most beautiful girl he's ever met.

But what if they were all lies?

I quietly ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind me, my eyes roaming over my reflection in the mirror. My eyes scanned my body, trying to find all of the things that Harry said he loved about me. But it was like they were invisible. I was not skinny. I was as fat as a cow. My thighs threatened to burst through the fabric of my jeans, while my stomach was overflowing the sides. My hair was lifeless and greasy. My face was showered in pimples and my ugly freckles. My arms were all flabby and gross.

The fans were right. I was ugly, fat, unworthy of Harry. My reflection blurred as the tears began to stream down my cheeks. My back hit the wall and I slid down it, my head buried in my knees, sobs wracking my body.

A sharp knock on the door caused me to jump, but then relax as I heard Harry's voice. "(Y/N), are you in there? Love, I can hear you crying from the kitchen. Please let me in. (Y/N)? Please."

I gave in to Harry's concerned voice and unlocked the door, my head falling quickly back into the shelter of my knees. I really did not want to see his face, his eyes as they rolled at my weakness, his mouth as he scowled, knwoing that he had to comfort me now.

"(Y/N), love, what's wrong?!" he asked, sliding down the wall next to me. His hand wrapped around my waist, practically dragging me onto his lap. My head was resting on his chest, one of his hands rubbing circles into my back while the other was playing with the ends of my hair. "(Y/N), please. I hate seeing you cry. What's wrong? Please tell me."

Wordlessly, I took my phone out of my back pocket and handed it to him. I heard him type in my password and scroll through my mentions on twitter. He pressed a couple of buttons and then handed me my phone back. Without warning, Harry picked me up and carried me bridal style to the couch in the living room. "(Y/N), listen. Our fans are crazy. You are beautiful and special and amazing!"

"That's not true, Harry," I retaliated, my voice hoarse. "No one here loves me."

"That is complete and utter bullshit." I stared at Harry dumbfounded. He hates cursing. "I love you," Harry continued, kissing my temple.

"I met some fans on the street today," I sniffled.

"Yeah," he encouraged.

"They said I was ugly and fat. That you deserved more. That I should just go kill myself. They were right, weren't they?"

I finally met his eyes, only to see them clouded with pain. I looked down at my hands again, knowing his silence meant that I was right. I stood, ready to go into the kitchen and make dinner like any other night, but Harry yanked me back on the couch my the waist. "Ow! Haz, that-." He shut me up my giving me and long, passionate kiss. His hand cupped my cheek and the other was wrapped around my waist, pulling me as close to him as I could get.

When we broke the kiss Harry started to sing Little Things to me, making sure to keep his eyes locked to mine the entire time. His voice hit the last note and Harry pulled me into another sweet yet short kiss. "Those girls were wrong on every level there is. You are not ugly. Of course you have flaws, but what person doesn't. I would like to meet one person on this planet that doesn't have a flaw. No one is perfect, but that doesn't mean we're not beautiful. And, (Y/N), you are one of the most beautiful girls I know. Inside and out. I didn't fall in love with you because of your perfect hair or sparkling eyes or flat stomach or slender legs. Those are just bonuses. But I fell in love with you because you were unique and caring. You stayed true to yourself and didn't pretend to be someone else to get me to like you. You were honest, and that's the kind of beauty I love. If anything, you deserve more than me. Trust me, (Y/N), I tell you all the time how beautiful you are and how much I love you. But my words don't tell the half of it. I love you so much more, but words and presents can't even begin to decribe how much I do. If you were to die all of a sudden, I would cry and cry until there were no more tears left in me. I'd cut myself off from the world and stay in the flat all day, because you are my world. I love you so so so much."

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2/5 are done, 3/5 to go!! Out of the two I have so far, this one's my fav!

Yesterday I went to a festival and me and my friend saw a radio disney van with 1D on them. We so took pictures by it and started like a trend. Then I got "1D" facepainted on my cheek. I got like ten people say they liked my face. Oh, how I love being a Directioner.

So, comment which boy you want next.

Zayn?

Niall?

or Liam?

3 votes for the next one! :)

~Sydney :)

P.S. The TMH tour started yesterday. *Moment of Silence*