One Direction Preferences

#30 - He helps you when you feel insecure

Niall: "Ugh!" You groan, throwing down your favorite jeans on your bed. They no longer fit you, and they used to fit your legs perfectly, and they would hug your hips, but they weren't too tight.
You have been noticing a weight gain in your thighs lately, but you didn't want to believe it so you pushed it to the back of your mind and never brought it up with yourself.
"Why the long face, darling?" Niall says, sitting next you on your bed.
"I've gained so much weight I don't even fit into my favorite jeans anymore." A lump formed in your throat as you held back the hot tears that were threatening to pour down your face.
"You still have to squeeze into your jeans," he wraps his arm around your waist, cuddling you closer to his side. "But your perfect to me." He sings softly in your ear.
"Thanks, Ni."
"Anytime, love." Niall pecks your cheek lightly before

Harry: The thought of having your picture taken made you shake. Your smile wasn't the best smile, or even the second or third best smile. You had a certain hatred for your teeth and it was so extreme that you wouldn't smile for pictures, or even when you laughed you would cover your mouth with your hand. You were even scared that your dentist would judged you for your crooked smile.
One day, you were standing over a mirror observing your teeth and their imperfection.
You were so focused on your reflection that you didn't spot him sneak up on you. "Boo!" He screamed, and you yelped.
After your laughs simmered down to a giggle, he asked you what you were doing.
"I need braces. My teeth are hideous."
"Let me see?" Harry tries to open your mouth but you give him a blank expression.
"You're telling me you've never noticed my teeth?" You laugh.
"No." He states bluntly.
"We'll I'm never showing you."
"I couldn't care less what your teeth look like, Y/N." Harry smiles widely at you.
You somehow manage to force yourself to smile and when you do, Harry says, "There it is. Amazing."
Which of course made you laugh.

Louis: You stood in front of the mirror, examining your bum. Not because you liked it, you actually hated it. A lot. It was like a deflated basketball. You absolutely hated it.
You groan in frustration, wishing you could inflate your lower half somehow without plastic surgery.
"Louis, why can't my bum look like yours?" You force yourself to laugh, but it's an obvious fake laugh.
Louis just laughs in return. "Your bum is perfect no matter what size." He kisses your forehead as his hand sneaks down to your 'perfect bum.' One thing led to another and...lets just say you couldn't walk for a week.

Liam: It was your intelligence. You were in school, and you had the worst grades in your whole year.
You knew it wasn't because you just weren't smart, it was because you were stressed and exhausted. But, you kept blaming yourself for your low grades.
So, when you walked through the door with a ton of homework, you dreaded it. Everyday.
Math was first. The equations that were sprawled out across the page of the text book just didn't make sense to you.
Just when you thought you were getting the hang of it, you checked your work with a calculator and you were wrong, of course.
Your heart fell to your stomach as you slammed the text book shut and tears poured out.
Liam takes a seat next to you. "You okay?"
"Does it look like I'm okay? I'm the stupidest person ever." You complain, as Liam opens the book and sees what you're studying.
"Oh, Y/N, this is easy. Look..." He continues to teach you how to solve the problems, and when you finally were finished with all the correct answers, he rewarded you with a kiss.

Zayn: "Oh my god..." You grit your teeth and mumble angrily at your straightener. It just just couldn't would for you. It made your hair frizzy, big, and it was too much to handle.
You rip the plug out of the outlet, and stop to your bedroom, slamming the door.
"Y/N?" Zayn says, fondling with the locked door knob. "Let me in, babe."
"No. I'm too ugly." You say, tears of frustration soaking the floor.
"Did I just hear Y/F/L say she was ugly?" Zayn's tone is shocked.
"It's true," you finally work up the courage to open the door.
"No, it's not." He brushes the hair out of your face. "Just because its not perfect, doesn't mean you're not beautiful." He speaks softly.
"Thanks." You give him a half-hearted smile.