One Direction Book

You're Feeling Insecure

You're insecure,
Don't know what for,
You're turning heads when you walk through the door,
Don't need makeup,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is enough,
Everyone else in the room can see it,
Everyone else but you,
Baby, you light up my world like nobody else,
The way you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know you're beautiful. ❤️
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✨Harry✨:

You glared at yourself in the stand-up mirror in your walk-in closet. Your stretch marks on your hips seemed to have grown up to your ribs and you despised that. There were already stretch marks connected to your thighs, why are they spreading so much?

Was it from the way you worked out?

Was it the new diet Harry didn't like you doing?

Were you just getting uglier by the day?

"Kitten?"

You whipped around, covering your body as you only wore a bra and panty matching set / pair of boxers.

It had to have been obvious by the way Harry's face softened and the way concern filled his beautiful emerald green eyes. The man walked over to you, taking your hands and peeling them off of you.

"You weren't doing what I hope you weren't doing, were you?" Harry asked sadly, making you sigh with defeat. Just that exhale of air made it clear to him that you were doing what he hoped you hadn't.

Harry frowned and cupped your face in his ridiculously large hands. "You're beautiful, no matter what. From your acne scars, to your freckles, to your stretch marks, everything about you is so beautiful. I love you and your beautiful body, Y/n. Don't let anyone tell you any different," He whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead tenderly.

Tears filled your eyes from the sweet, genuine words that came from your lover's mouth. You nodded and gave him a timid smile. "I love you," You said, making him grin.

"I love you more, Kitten."

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🥕Louis🥕:

You fist pumped the air when you finally squeezed on the waist trainer around your torso. It was tight as fuck, but if it helped your back posture and helped you lose weight, you were more than willing to wear it.

"What's that thing?"

Just as you were about to put on your shirt, Louis walked in. You blushed and just shrugged, "What's what?" You asked, playing stupid, looking at your boyfriend. Louis gave you a resting bitch face. "What else? That thing on your waist? Is it like, a corset or something, because after living with seven princess obsessed sisters, I know that you're not wearing it correctly or with the right clothes."

With a sigh, you looked away, "It's my waist trainer." Louis' face contorts to confusion. "What's a waist trainer?" He asked, making you want to disappear into thin air. You really didn't want to tell him because you knew he'd not want you to wear it. But Louis being Louis wouldn't stop until he figure out what it was.

"It helps me lose weight and correct my back posture."

Louis' face went blank. He just stared at your waist trainer with an unreadable look on his face. He then walked over and put his hands on your sides felt around the tight fabric. "It looks really tight... Does it hurt?" He asked, looking up at you. "Only a little but that's supposed to happen. It's supposed to squeeze you."