One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Preference: He Makes You Feel Insecure

Niall: You and Niall were having a lazy day, sitting around watching the tele and cuddling. "Want some food?" you asked Niall. Niall nodded and you stood up to go and make sandwiches for you both. You made Niall a ham and cheese sandwich and made a turkey sandwich for yourself. When you were about to put the cold cuts away, you realized there was only two pieces of turkey left. Not wanting to put something so skimpy back in the fridge, you took the two slices and put them on your sandwich, making it considerably thicker.

You brought the two sandwiches out to Niall, handing him his. He took a bite of his sandwich, and then eyed yours. "Jeez, (Y/N)! Eating for both of us?" You closed your mouth and lowered your sandwich, suddenly not so hungry.

"Here, you can have it," you said, putting your sandwich on his plate and sitting back on the couch, arms covering your stomach to try and hide its bulges from Niall. Did he really think you were fat? He knew you struggled with accepting your weight and suffered from hate from the fans. Why would he say something that he didn't think was true?

"Princess, but it's your favorite," he said. You shrugged, turning the volume on the television higher. He sighed and grabbed the remote, turning the television off.

"Niall!" you protested.

"Darling, what's wrong? That was your favorite sandwich and you never like to give up food! What's going on?" he asked gently.

"Am I fat?" you muttered. When Niall didn't answer, you looked up to see him staring at you with a slacked jaw and wide eyes. You sighed, taking his silence as an answer, and stood up to go upstairs. As you passed by Niall, you felt an arm wind around your waist and pull you into his lap. "Ow!" you gasped, surprised.

"Why would you ever think you're fat?! Baby, you're perfect! Is it because of what I said? Shit. Love, I was just joking! I didn't mean it! You are so beautiful and not fat at all! I am so sorry! I love you!" he cried out, kissing your face over and over again. You laughed and grabbed your sandwich back, taking a huge bite. Niall smiled and kissed your cheek, stealing a bite off of your sandwich too.

Liam: You heard the door slam, and your head shot up at the sound. You heard angry muttering, and you sighed. Oh boy, Liam was angry. You put on a bright smile and grabbed his plate of dinner, determined to make him happy again. Your boyfriend barged into the kitchen, a scowl on his lips. He sat at the table, stabbing his food with his fork.

"Hi, Liam!" you chirped, kissing his cheek. He murmured something in response. "How was your day?" you asked, and he gave you a look. Well it did seem like an obvious answer. You looked downwards and then up again to see Liam chugging down his soda. "Niall called today. He wanted to know if you wanted to hang out tomorrow with him. He said something about needing a Niam day," you started again, chuckling.

"No," he responded curtly.

"Oh. Well guess what! I just-," you excitedly said, but was interrupted by Liam.

"God, shut up please! You are sooo annoying!" he cried out. He pushed his plate away and stormed out of the kitchen. You heard him stomp up the stairs, obviously aggravated. You sat at the table with your head in your hands. Liam's words had hit you hard.

You had used to be bullied in middle school for talking too much. Since then, you had learned to tone it down and not speak as much, but it had always been your biggest insecurity. You cried a little before sniffing, realizing it was a stupid thing to cry over. Liam had just had a bad day. He was never normally like this. You were sure he didn't mean it.

Instead, you took Liam's plate to the sink and washed it off, scraping the leftovers into a container to save. You placed the chocolate cake you were saving for Liam in a container as well, placing both inside the fridge. You cleaned down the counters, still a little insecure about yourself despite the little pep talk you gave yourself.