FINE LINE (Harry styles comfort imagines)

FOURTEEN

TENDER LOVE

Request: hi Amber, I was wondering whether you could write something comforting about Harry please? I've been struggling with my body image lately because I feel that I've put on too much weight and I'm just anxious and uncomfortable about myself and my body. But maybe a imagine could help? Your writing always helps so if you could it would be greatly appreciated.

A/N: hello lovely, thank you for this sweet request and your sweet words. I understand how difficulty body image is, I hope this brings you some comfort, although it might be hard treat yourself with kindness and respect. You deserve it. Don't be so harsh on yourself. We're all beautiful. Love yourself. All the love, Amber x

Trigger warnings: self hate/ body imagine issues. If you're struggling with it please reach out, my DM's are open. Feel free to message if you ever need someone to support you(:

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"Out with it,"

Harry's voice cut through the silence of the movie, the credits rolling, your tired anxious eyes slowly moving to look at the man who you loved dearly "what?" Your voice was quiet, his green eyes piercing into your softer ones "somethings up. C'mon. Out with it. Tell me." He spoke his tone worried as he studied you and you stared at him for a while before slowly looking away.

"Hey," he gently reached out touching your cheek with his fingertips gently coaxing you to look at him again your now teary eyes focused on him and he offered an incredibly gentle smile "you can talk to me, love." Your eyes searched his and he kept a soft gentle look on his face "it's embarrassing though," he gently shook his head "thats okay... that's okay, darling. Embarrassing is okay. Talk to me." He didn't want to pressure you, of course he didn't, but he knew if you didn't talk soon enough you would end up bottling it all up until it became an overwhelming storm of emotions. He gently got closer to you his arm wrapping around your shoulders "you can tell me. You know you can." He soothed lovingly watching as your eyes slowly met with his again before you sniffled leaning your head to rest against his chest feeling the soft thumping of his heart aching your head, the silence that engulfed the both of you was deafening, the type of silence when you get called out by the teacher in a room full of students and you don't know the answer. All the students waiting to pry on every single one of your answers... but thankfully this time wasn't that case... harry simply wanted to hear your issues just so he could take care of you. And finally, you spoke, "I'm ugly" those words alarmed the man his brows furrowing deeply "ugly? What do you mean by that?" He asked concerned "I'm just ugly... too ugly for you..-" "ah ah... no... we don't talk like that." He gently held your cheek in his hand "we don't talk like that y/n. We don't talk down about ourselves..." he shook his head in disapproval "that's nonsense, my love. Absolute nonsense." He held you closer, trying to bring you comfort yet instead it made the tears clinging onto your eyelashes pour down your cheeks your shoulders jerking as soft sobs left your lips,

"Hey.. hey.. shhh. I've got you... I've got you." His hand cupped the back of your head as he slowly rocked you back and forth in his embrace "where is this all coming from, hm?" He asked delicately his touch tender and caring. "Because-because I'm fat... I-I'm too big for you... I hate the way I look... I-I-I'm not good enough for you." Those words alarmed Harry, his brows arching in pure disbelief and he pulled back to look at you, watching the tears trail down your cheeks "no. Y/n... no... look at me." You slowly looked at him his face blurry from all the tears that stained your eyes "you're perfect. In every single way. And I'm not just saying that... as soon as I laid my eyes on you I fell for you. For all of you. Those models on Instagram and on magazines and other websites and social media... they're edited. Photoshopped. Sure some are real, but many are fake..." this man knew you like the back of his hand and you hated it but also loved it all at once. You didn't even need to express the fact that social media had been playing on your mind, he already knew, it made him want to wrap you up in a blanket and protect you forever... "besides you can be a better model than them. Any day." His voice was loving and caring and you smiled weakly "you're just saying that..." you muttered and he raised his brows "No I am not just "saying that" I'm telling you the truth. You're gorgeous. Inside out. I fell for you... you. Your personality. Your kindness. Not just your body... I love all of you. Like you love all of me. I love every single part of you... I adore you, y/n... you're perfect and I will happily kiss every inch of you if it makes you believe me." A blush formed on your cheeks and he smiled cheekily "I'm not bluffing. I will." He spoke and you giggled the tear stains on your cheeks painting a picture of the pain you still held. Of course you had your good days and your bad days- good days being you adored how you looked, but on bad days you hated every single thing about yourself. About your existence.

"I don't believe you." You spoke teasingly, Harry's brows raising before he chuckled "alrighty. I guess I'll have to prove it to you then hm?" He spoke before he abruptly yet very gently pushed you down onto the couch so you were laying down against it, and he hovered just above you, his lips connecting with yours, locking with yours in an instant before he kissed down your cheek and to your neck, before he began trailing kisses down your body, his kisses soon stopping at your belly and he lightly lifted your T-shirt as he began peppering kisses all over your belly- soft squeals leaving your lips and you laughed pushing him away "nooo, it tickles!" He grinned up at you before kissing all the way back up to your face where he began kissing all over your face making you feel loved, giving you all the tender love possible before he planted a kiss onto your lips "I adore you and only you... do you believe me now?" A soft smile was on your lips and you nodded gently, you were a sweet sweet creature and he loved you more than words could describe. You gently cupped his cheek, kissing him again, melting into his lips and he smiled before you very teasingly and flirtatiously muttered: "thought you said you'd kiss every inch of me..."

The look he gave you said enough and he smirked before rolling his eyes playfully "that's my girl..." he then chuckled lifting you up into his embrace as he carried you into your shared bedroom... oh how he was going to show you just how much you meant to him... he wouldn't let you forget how he loved you. He'd make sure the negativity got released from your pretty head and instead got replaced with positivity... he was going to make sure you knew just how loved you truly were.

Be kind to yourself. You matter.