#9 He makes you feel insecure Pt. 1(tumblr)

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by Theworldinamirror

by Theworldinamirror

Harry: you and Harry sat on the couch, watching a show you couldn't be bothered to remember. "Wow, she's fit" Harry mumbled from the side of you. You looked at the girl he was referring to and sure enough, she was sexy. You immediately looked down at your legs. Tears pricking your eyes, knowing Harry would never find you fit. You got up off of the couch, and stormed upstairs. "Y/N!" Harry called from below. You ignored him, slamming the door to the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror.

Niall: As you tried on the last pair of jeans you had, you started to get frustrated at the fact that they didn't fit either. "This is beginning to piss me off!" You shouted. Niall came running up the stairs and asked you what was wrong. "These jeans don't fit!" You said. He rolled his eyes "Get a bigger pair then." He said, not meaning it in the way you took it. "Thanks niall. Thank you so fucking much." You yelled sarcastically, shoving him out of the bedroom. "I didn't mean it like that!"

Zayn: You and Zayn had taken a shopping trip because you had just got a raise at work. You hated when he bought you stuff. You were in the dressing room trying on a cute tanktop. It didn't fit. "Zayn, could you go get me the next size bigger?" After another size that didn't fit you asked him again "Should I just go two sizes up then?" He asked. Your face went pale and he noticed. "Y/N I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean it like that." He said taking the tanktop from your hands "Can we go home?"

Liam: You were sitting at home, waiting for Liam to come home. You were having a chick flick night, watching sappy love movies and drowning yourself in sweets. Liam came home and saw you, stuffing your face with ice cream. "Did you save me some?" He asked, plopping down on the couch next to you. "Nope." "Looks like I won't be getting any ice cream.. for the fourth time this week." he says, adding in a playful smile, which you ignored. "Wow. Thanks, asshole." You said, tears trickling down your face.

Louis: You and Louis sat on the couch, cracking jokes at one another. After minutes of non stop laughter, you finally cracked one that sent his hands towards your stomach, ticking you. You hated being tickled because you didn't want people to feel your excess chubbiness. You pleaded for him to stop, only making him want to tickle you more. He wouldn't stop, so finally you yelled: "Stop tickling me, damn it!" He immediately stopped, ahs looked at you, bewildered. "Stop being so damn stubborn." He said, making you storm out of the house.