One Direction Preferences

Insecurities

Insecurities   

Harry: “You look a little sick, are you feeling okay love?" he asked sweetly, clearly worried for your well being. “Yes, I’m fine Harry" you giggle, poking his nose as he leaned against your much smaller frame, “Why did you think that?" “I don’t know, you just look paler I guess, maybe that’s why?" he shrugged, stepping away to pour his tea. “I think I know why Harry, its my face, I’m not wearing makeup…" you trailed off. “Well maybe if you didn’t wear it so much, I might know the difference between the two…" It didn’t matter what he said, he crossed a line in your mind, and you were marked as ugly. “If that’s how you really feel, then why don’t you go date someone who’s more…secure!" you yell, running to the bedroom in quiet sobs…

Liam: “Honey, I’m home!" he yells, chuckling at the little saying he is now prone to saying, arms full of shopping bags. “Up here!" you yell back, as he smiles, running up the stairs to your bedroom. “Hey beautiful, I got you a little something…" he coos, handing you a huge white box, all wrapped up with a little red bow. “Oh you didn’t have to do this! But I’m glad you did" you giggle, opening up the box not-so-carefully, revealing the prettiest dress you had ever laid eyes on. “Do you like it?" “Like it? I love it! Oh thank you babe, I’ll go try it on!" you exclaimed, running into the bathroom. After 10 minutes, Liam became worried, turning the knob to find you sitting on the sink, crying your eyes out, and the dress on the ground. “What’s wrong love?" he asks, rubbing your shoulder for comfort, wondering what on earth could cause you to cry. “It doesn’t fit, its too small…"

Niall: “Hey babe, what cha doing?" he asks, walking into the kitchen, watching as finished pulling out your secret stash of gummy worms. “I had a little craving" you say shyly, offering him one. “Babe, you’ve been eating a lot of sweets lately, putting on a little weight, is there something you wanna tell me?" You couldn’t believe the words that had just left his lips, put on a little weight, was that his way of asking if you’re pregnant? “Um, no Niall, I’m not pregnant, just fat" you sighed, dumping the bag in the garbage. “Oh..You know that’s not what I meant! Its just, I-" “Its fine Niall, I’ll just go see that physical trainer that you NEVER USE…No big deal" you cut him off, walking out of the kitchen, tears waiting to break through…

Zayn: “Uhh…uhhh…ugh!" you huffed, giving up on the box of cereal that sat on the top shelf, just out of your reach. “Here, small stuff, I’ll help you out" he chuckles, getting the box down and in your hands with ease. “Why did you have to go and do that? I could have perfectly gotten it myself with a stool" you argue, being stubborn about your height impairment. “I’m sure you could have, I just thought you were struggling a bit, so I thought I’d help you out, sorry shorty…" “I know I’m short Zayn, you don’t have to point it out every 5 minutes!" you cry, tears starting to stain your cheeks, as you took your bowl to the living room…

Louis: “What cha up to love?" he asks, walking over to the couch, as your nose is buried deep into your laptop, eyes a bit puffy. “Um, I’m just on T-Twitter.." you sniffle, trying not to show that you had been bawling just moments earlier. “Have you been crying? What is it? Who is it?!" “Its nothing Louis, really…" “Nothing? Something has you crying, just, just tell me so I can fix it, love" he tries, and you give in, handing him over the laptop. As he scrolled through, he saw tweets upon tweets about your biggest insecurity, your figure. “People, they’ve been saying that I’m too small, asking of I have an eating disorder, its-" “We are gonna get through this, I’m not gonna let them hurt you okay?"