Louis Tomlinson Preferences/Imagines

He Makes You Feel Insecure

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You were so excited for today. The rest of the guys were coming over yours and Louis' house to hang out, play video games and watch movies. You were currently in the kitchen getting the nachos ready. You smiled when you felt a pair of hands wrap around you stomach.

"Hey beautiful." He smiled against you neck. "How're things coming?"

"Good." You blushed leaning into his embrace. "Nachos are almost done and the mini pizzas will be out of the oven soon."

"Awesome." He said kissing your cheek slightly. "The boys are on they're way."

"Perfect." You nodded. "The food should be ready by the time they're here."

"Do you need help with anything?" He asked standing next to you.

"Nope." You said shaking you head. "I'm good."

Just then you heard the doorbell ring and Louis kissed your cheek then walked over to open the door. You couldn't help but laugh when you heard all their voices come throughout the house. They all walked into the kitchen and smiled before kissing your cheek. Niall being the sneaky boy he was tried to grab one of the nachos before they were done. You smacked his hand and all the rest of the guys started laughing.

"They'll be done in two minutes Ni." You scolded jokingly. "Can't you wait a minute?"

"Fine." He said pouting.

Louis led Liam and Niall out of the kitchen leaving Harry to help you considering he was the cook of the group. When the oven dinged he pulled out the mini pizzas and you went to the fridge to grab your food. You see you were a bit on the curvy side all your life and you finally decided to take matters into your own hands. You made yourself a nice salad earlier with chicken and veggies. Harry looked at the salad and knew and he said, "I'm so proud of you."

"Stop it Haz." You laughed. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Well I still think it's awesome." He began as you cocked your eyebrow at him. "But I'll leave it alone."

"Thanks." You nodded.

Just then the other timer for the oven went off and the nachos were done. You and Harry brought all the food out to the living room and placed it on the table.

"Damn." Liam said. "This looks amazing Y/n."

"Thanks guys." You blushed. "I'll be right back."

With those words you went into the kitchen and grabbed your salad. You were about to go back into the living room when you heard Louis talking about you.

"She's such a good cook." He smiled diving into the nachos. "Sometimes I think she's too good though."

"What do you man?" Niall asked. "You can never have a girl that cooks too good."

"Well what I mean is." He started. "I think she likes to cook because she likes to eat her own cooking more."

You gasped hearing his words. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked almost reading your mind.

"Nothing." You sighed. "I mean you can just tell she likes to eat."

Your jaw dropped hearing those words come out of his mouth. Louis never called you fat. He always told you that having curves just meant you were more of a woman. Tears filled your eyes as you listened to him speak some more.

"Did you just call her fat?" Harry asked shocked.

"No." He hurried shaking his head. "I guess it just wouldn't hurt if she lost a few pounds, you know? I mean sometimes when she sits on my lap I just count down the seconds until she has to go to the bathroom or get a drink so my legs can breathe. It's not like having someone like El sit on my lap. She was so fit."

You heard enough. You walked into the living room and sat down on the couch next to Louis with your salad still in your hand. Even though you didn't really have an appetite anymore. You tried to hold in back the tears but you just couldn't. Louis looked over at you and started to talk, "Hey babe these nachos are amazing. You should.....hey are you crying?"

You shook your head and wiped your eyes quickly so he didn't see you but he did. He put his plate down on the table and turned to you.

"What happened?" He asked concerned. "Are you hurt?"

"Physically?" You asked. "No."

"You're hurt emotionally?" He asked cocking his eye brow. "Whose ass do I have to kick?"

"Nobody." You said shrugging. "Don't worry about it."

"How can I not worry about it?" He asked. "I love you and I hate seeing you cry."

"I said drop it." You yelled putting your food down on the table in front of you.

"Aren't you hungry?" He asked.

"Not anymore." You whispered.

"Sweetie." He whispered. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"I just could lose a few pounds you know." You began looking over at him, tears still streaming down your cheeks. "I don't want to hurt your legs anymore. I mean I know it's not like having someone like El sit on your lap."

The whole room fell silent and nobody knew what to say.

"I didn't mean it like that." He whispered biting his lip.

"Yes you did." You nodded upset. "I get it. I wouldn't want a fat girlfriend either."

"Y/n." He whispered. "Come on you know I don't think you're fat."

"Then why did you say that?" You asked yelling getting up off the couch.

"I don't know." He whispered trying to get up to hug you but you backed away from him.

"I don't want you touching me." You cried walking out of the living room and upstairs to your room.

When you were inside you slammed the door shut and laid on your bed to cry. You crawled under the blankets and just let the tears flow freely. You couldn't believe you thought he loved you even though you were curvy. You felt so stupid. You had no idea when it happened but you cried yourself to sleep, the last thing running through you head begin how you had to lose weight so he didn't leave you.

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