One Direction Imagines :)

When You're Insecure

Liam: You stood in front of the mirror in your undies examining every inch of your body. “What does he even see in me?” you mumbled to yourself pinching a section of fat. “Babe, have you seen my-” he stopped in his tracks looking at you, “What are you doing?” he questioned. You gnawed on the inside of your cheek as you walked over to slip on your robe, “Nothing Li.” He walked over to you spinning you to face him, “Babe, you can tell me.” he stated. You met his eye, they were flooded with concern. “I just… I just don’t know why you want to be with me.” you sighed as his eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t see how you could go from someone like Danielle to me.” you mumbled bowing your head down. He tilted your head up to meet his eyes, “Don’t you ever talk like that again. You’re beautiful. Don’t ever put yourself down or compare yourself to someone else. I love every part of you.” he smiled, kissing you lightly. 

Niall: You sat in front of your vanity fiddling with your hair seeing how it would look with different styles. You hated how frizzy and hard to manage it was. A long, heavy sigh escaped your lips as you dropped your hands to your side. Your feet padded along the wood floor to where Niall was sprawled out in your bed. “Niall? What do you think about me cutting my hair?” you questioned leaning against the door frame. “What?” he shot up, “Why would you want to do that? Your hair is beautiful!” he stated. “Ni, it’s not. It’s a frizzy puffball that just sits on my head. I can’t do anything with it.” you pouted coming to lay on the bed. Pulling you into him, “You’re beautiful.” he mumbled, “I love your puffball hair.” he chuckled. A smile crept up on your face as he continued, “We can call Lou and get her to come down here and she can style it for you, yeh?” he smiled down at you. You nodded giving him a gentle kiss, “Thank you Ni.”

Zayn: You sighed looking through pictures of you and Zayn. You were always so tiny compared to him. You stood at 5’3” and hated being short. You walked into the bedroom and laid on your bed. Zayn followed you in there seeing you were upset. “What’s up? You look sad.” he questioned sitting at the end of the bed. “I’m just so short Zayn. I look like a kid standing next to you.” you sighed. “Babe I love that you’re short.” You shot up and looked him in the eye, “Why?” He chuckled, “Well it gives me a reason to pick you up.” he said picking you up and placing you in his lap. You giggled and looked at him, “And it gives you a reason to wear heels. They make your legs look amazing.” he winked. “Well I guess someone needs to take me shoe shopping then.” you giggled winking at him.

Louis: “Babe, we’re out of coffee. You want to ride to Starbucks with me?” he called out to you from the kitchen. “Yeah, let me change!” you called back running off to the bathroom. You needed to cover your acne before going so you grabbed you concealer, covering all your little bumps. When you took longer than expected Louis poked his head in the bathroom. “(Y/N), what are you doing?” he question leaning against the door. “I needed to apply some concealer and foundation to cover my acne. I’ll be done in a minute.” you smiled sheepishly at him. He maneuvered behind you looking in the mirror, “I don’t see any acne.” he stated. You looked at him in the mirror, “Well it’s there and I don’t want paps to see me like this.” you stated. He turned you on your heel to face him. “You’re beautiful without all of this. Plus you shouldn’t care what the paps think, it should only matter what I think.” he smiled kissing your nose. “Okay, let’s go.” you stated grabbing his hand.

Harry: You stood in the bathroom examining your lips in the mirror. You were always picked on for having big lips in high school. You didn’t notice that Harry had appear behind you. You jumped a bit, “Harry don’t scare me like that.” you scolded. He chuckled and pointing to the mirror, “Why are you making funny faces in the mirror?” he questioned. You shuffled your feet a bit, “I hate my lips.” you mumbled. “What?” You sighed turning on your heel to face him, “I hate my lips.” His eyes widened, “Why?” he questioned. “Because they’re so big. I just hate them.” you sigh ducking your head to the floor. “Babe you shouldn’t be insecure about your lips. I love them.” he stated kissing you. “They’re soft, gorgeous, and plump. They make you, you.” he said in between kisses. A blush crept up your neck as you smiled, “Thanks babe.” you smiled. “No problem babe. A plus side is they’re quite talented if you know what I mean.” he smirked giving you a cheeky wink.