One Direction: Preferences and Imagines (Tumblr)

You don't think you're good enough

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-Hanna

NIALL: Your hand softly trails across the delicate skin of your stomach and you bite at your lip, scanning your body from top to bottom. The mirror is your worst enemy, pointing out every flaw that you had or thought you had. You heard the sound of someone exhaling and saw Niall in the mirror, leaning against the door frame. "No matter how much you don't like what you see, you know I'll never get enough of it," he mumbled, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. His hands trailed down to your thighs, gently rubbing the top of them. "I'll love every single inch of you, no matter what how much you don't, and that's a guarantee," he whispered, hands now finding their way to your hips. "And this," he says, flipping the mirror over, "you don't need this. I can tell you how you look just as good as it can, even better in fact."

HARRY: The club was crowded by celebrities. All talented people who have accomplished many things, extraordinary things compared to what you've done.You felt smaller and smaller with each passing second, being more like a party favor to Harry than anything else. Harry was chatting people up, enjoying the party so you didn't have the heart to tell him that you wanted to leave. But as Harry turned around and saw you standing alone, he knew something was wrong. "What's wrong?" He murmured, pulling you away from the commotion. You shrugged, not wanting to sound melodramatic. Harry wouldn't drop it though and finally you spilled. "Everyone here is just so wow, and I'm just so not wow." His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head vigorously. "You're wrong, stylists and media training make these people seem it, you're absolutely wow all on your own." You smiled a little, causing Harry to chuckle. "Trust me babe, in my eyes you outshine every person here, now c'mon, I've gotta introduce everyone to my stunning girlfriend."

LOUIS: A boom of laughter erupted from Louis' mouth and you were losing your last nerve. A friend from Louis' hometown came to visit him and beside the fact that she looked like a model, everything she was hilarious according to Louis. He laughed at every joke and his eyes never left her face, he was clinging onto every word she said, barley paying attention to you the whole day. Exhaling, you glowered at her from across the room. She was in the middle of a joke when she noticed you and her face fell. Louis' head craned towards you and frowned, noticing your scowl. He excused himself and grabbed you, pulling you towards the room. "What's goin' on with you? Why are you being so rude towards her?" You couldn't contain yourself anymore, "You've been ignoring me the entire day! It's like I'm not funny enough or interesting enough for you to even acknowledge me!" He shook his head and placed his hands on your shoulders. "No matter how much I laugh at her jokes or how funny I think she is, you're my girlfriend, and I love you and only you. Okay? I'm sorry for ignoring you." You nodded, muttering an okay, causing Louis to smile. "Alright, now play nice."

ZAYN: Scrolling through your twitter feed there was endless hate, someone, somewhere wasn't pleased with something you did. You shut off the phone and threw it on the ground and stretching your back across the couch. You rubbed your temples, mind racing with all the harsh comments. Maybe they were right, maybe you weren't good for Zayn, maybe the relationship just wasn't worth it all, you weren't worth it all. As you were contemplating it you felt a warm pair of hands set themselves on top of yours. "You okay?" You looked up to see Zayn smiling down at you softly while tucking stray pieces of hair away from your eyes. "It's hard," you said, motioning to the phone, "to read people say such awful things about you everyday." Zayn nodded, he knew you were right. "They say those things about me too babe," he murmured trailing his hands down your cheek. "It'll always be like that, for everyone, only more for us because we're put in the spotlight. But that shouldn't get in the way of us. Because what we have is really special." You smiled as Zayn planted a kiss on your lips, "You're really special."

LIAM: Your feet pounded across the treadmill and beads of perspiration poured from your forehead. Your breathing uneven and shallow, you felt light-headed and exhausted but as you looked at around the gym and seeing everyone else not quitting you refused to do so yourself. After a while you couldn't take it anymore and had to stop the treadmill, and laid your head down, trying to catch your breath. Liam noticed right away and jogged up next to you. "You alright babe?" You shook your head meekly, muttering that you would be fine. "No, you're not fine, look at you! Why are you working out so hard anyways?" You shrugged, turning back for the treadmill, not caring about what Liam said. His previous girlfriends were thin, and you would be too. Liam pulled you away as you did. "Look I don't know why you're determined to lose weight but I refuse to let you do this to yourself okay? You've had enough." Liam's voice was firm and he wasn't backing down, so sighed and nodded, heading towards the locker room. "One more thing," he said, pulling you in for a kiss, "I think you're absolutely beautiful."