Shades Of Styles

He doesn't like it when you call yourself ugly

(This is just 3 random situations, not an actual story)

Harry's Pov 

Today is my girlfriend and I's 2 year anniversary and I'm so excited for us. She is getting right now, we're going to the resteraunt I took her to on our first date. We did that last year too, it's a tradition in the making. 

"ugh!!!" I hear her groan and come into the bedroom. "Nothing ever fucking fits me! I'm so fat and ugly" she whines. 

"Excuse me, I beg to differ." 

"I am Harry, your shirts don't even fit me" she pouts and drop to the bed with her hands across her chest. 

"How dare you! You're not only offending yourself but you're also offending me. I don't like it, stop it now" I order. She rolls her eyes and attempts to the pull her dress up. I help her and it comes on all the way, looking fantastic. 

"You look gorgeous baby, now let's go show you off" I take her hand and we go out. 

Today, (y/n) and I are going to best mates birthday party. She is putting some makeup on and than we will be ready to leave. 

"Harry, can you come in here please" she asks.

"yes, what do you need love?" I come in. 

"Does my makeup look good enough? Lord knows I put enough on to cover my ugliness" she sighs. 

"Ugly? No way. Don't you ever call yourself that. I outta hit your beautiful ass" I say offended. How can she call herself that? "You shouldn't even be putting make up on" 

"Harry...just. Does it look good or not?" 

"You look more gorgeous than usual. Which is saying a lot. I would prefer no makeup but if you wanna" 

"Okay. Thank you." She sighs. I peck her cheek and go back to the living room

As we are both getting ready for our jobs. My job as a famous singer in a boy band and hers as the the assistant make up person for that band, my girlfriend looks in the mirror with a big sigh. 

"Another pimple! Are you serious?" She touches it and groans. "It's giant!!!" 

"It's not that big Hun, don't make a big deal of it" I assure her.

"I am not making a big deal but this pimple is huge. I hate getting pimples. I look even more ugly with them." 

"Ugly? Ha! I beg to differ" I laugh 

"No, seriously Harry. I already have a uni-brow, horse teeth and black heads. And on top of that I have acne. Make up doesn't cover it all you know" 

"Come here." I pull her close to me and turn her to look at the mirror. 

"What are you doing?" She asks. 

"What do you see in the mirror right now?" 

"A very handsome guy with a very ugly girl" she sighs. 

"Wrong, try again. Who is that girl?" 

"That's me Harry, what's your point" 

"What do you see when you look at yourself?" 

"I've told you, ugly and fat" 

"Your wrong again, you know what I see...a very beautiful, amazing, hilarious, charming girl and guess who gets to be with her. Me. Out of every guy in the entire world, you chose me. I feel very lucky, I've never been this happy." 

"Harry..." She tries to turn to me. 

"No. Look" I order. 

"Harry, I just can't see what you see when I look at myself." I shrug. 

"I wish you could. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes because than you would feel so beautiful." I hug her tightly. "I hate when you call yourself ugly" I breath into her neck.