One Direction Preferences

#12 - "You're beautiful."

Niall: You wake up, and roll over looking at the clock. It's 8 AM and you groan to yourself as you realize Niall is not by your side. Getting up, you're forced to look at yourself, because there's a giant mirror hanging on your wall. You make a face at yourself in the mirror, your makeup that you forgot to take off smeared all over, your tee shirt baggy, hanging down to your knees. The strands of your hair are all gathered at the top of your head, knotted.

You escape the stare and go into your kitchen where Niall is eating a bagel. He looks up, smiling.

You cover up your face. "I look hideous." You giggle, spreading your fingers apart so you could see Niall pushing out his chair. He gets up and grabs your wrists, making your face visible. You look at your perfectly painted toe nails, but your gaze is broken when Niall lifts your head up by your chin, and your eyes gravitate to his. "You're beautiful." He whispers, a smile arrives on his face.

"Yeah, okay." You laugh sarcastically, breaking from his gaze and taking a bite of his bagel. "I mean it, Y/N. I love you."

He says, pulling you into a hug.

"I love you too, Niall." You smile into his chest.

Harry: As you gulp down your last sip of water, Harry is next you lifting weights. You crumple up the plastic water bottle, and fiercely throw it in the trash. You pull your ponytail out, and shake your head. Harry sets the weights down and stretches some before taking a sip of his water.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, hair everywhere, sticking to the side of your face from the sweat. Your face is red, and you're sweaty everywhere possible. "Oh my," you mumble, turning away. You and Harry were the only people in the gym, thankfully, no strangers had to see you like this.

"What, babe?" Harry says, walking towards you.

"Look at me!" You say, pointing to your face.

"What..?" He says blankly, looking into your makeup-less eyes.

"I'm horrifying."

"No," he retorts, kissing your hand. "You're beautiful." He takes his hand and puts a piece of your hair behind your ear, smiling crookedly.

You forget the sweat that coats his shirtless body while you hug him.

You pull away to kiss him passionately.

When the kiss is over, you rest your forehead on Harry's, and your hand automatically connects to his, fitting perfectly together.

Louis: "Your hand fits in mine like its made just for me." You sing to yourself, brushing your hair. You knew you weren't a good singer, but you sang anyway, and Louis didn't mind, he actually liked how you didn't care about being good, that's his job.

"Hey." Louis says, barging in, throwing you off guard.

"Hi," you settle down by putting a hand on your chest. "You scared me, Lou."

You set the hair brush down, and Louis notices how shiny and flawless it looks. He plays with it, making you smile with pleasure.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Yes, Lou?" You ask, while Louis continues at an attempt to braid your hair.

"You're beautiful." He says, kissing the top of your head.

"Thanks, love." You smile even though you never really believed that you were and he could tell as you stared at anything else but him.

"You are, seriously. I've never seen anyone more beautiful then you. You should know how beautiful you are."

"I love you, Boobear." You smile at him, while he smiles back, attacking your lips with a kiss.

Liam: You scream happily, running away from Liam who is spraying silly string all over you. Both of you are a rainbow of colors, it was everywhere. You cover your mouth, stifling a laugh. It was five in the morning, and you and Liam were having a silly string war.

The moonlight shines over the two of you, making you have a somewhat glow.

"Wow, I bet I look gorgeous." You joke, thinking you looked like a monster. Liam looks at you, a serious expression takes over his face.

"You're beautiful." He takes your hand and wraps his free arm around your waist. You're in a dancing position, and your eyes shift from looking at his lips to his eyes.

You smile, looking at the damp grass while shaking your head.

"Look at me." He says, and you don't hesitate to look at him.

"I love you." He whispers, twirling you around.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"I love you too, Li."

Zayn: As the first tear falls down your cheek, you shut your phone off, slamming it on the bed. After hours of scrolling through hateful comments, you had enough and you were raged.

You take big breaths, the tears roll sideways, wetting your hair. Wiping your face with your hand, you sit up.

Suddenly, Zayn walks in with a grin plastered on his face.

You look up from staring at your knees. His smile fades as he sees your tear stained cheeks.

Zayn sighs, making his way over to you to hug you. "What's the matter?" His British accent fills your ears, brightening your mood slightly.

"I'm ugly." You cry in his arms. They called you way more names then ugly but it was mostly that, and that was the thing you believed the most.

"You're beautiful." He fires back, rubbing your back lovingly.

Your sobbing seems to take you over as you struggle to reply.

"N-no, I'm n-n-not." You manage to say between the tears.

"Yes you are. You're perfect. Everything about you makes me the luckiest guy in the world, and I want you to know that. I love you, and you matter to me." Zayn barely whispers.

"You matter to me, too. I love you."

Then you both slowly drift off to sleep, never leaving his arms.