One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Prefrence #83 "He Makes You Feel Insecure To Make Himself Feel Better"

Harry: You ran a hand through your wet hair, using your other hand to clear the fog on the mirror, leftover from your shower. You heard the clanking of pans downstairs and smiled, remembering the boys were coming over for breakfast. Looking in the mirror, your smile quickly faded when you saw the dusting of spots that had shown up on your forehead just a few days before. Sighing, you said to yourself, "These things haven't gone away yet?" You decided to skip makeup for the day to let your skin breathe, threw on some colored shorts with a cute blouse and some oxfords, tossed your hair into a ponytail and headed downstairs. You paused when you heard Zayns voice. "Harry, your skin looks fantastic!" "Thanks, mate. The smoothies have really been helping. And (Y/N) found me a new cleanser that's been working too. Maybe she should use some herself! Have you guys seen the mountains in the prairies?" The five boys burst into loud laughter and you brushed your fingers softly across the skin just above your eyebrows, feeling the bumpy texture. Hot tears welled in your eyes. You ran quietly back up the stairs and into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Looking in the mirror, you began to scrub at your face with Harry's face wash. "(Y/N)? What are you doing, love?" Harry's voice was distant, getting closer. He pushed open the door and looked at you. You were teary-eyed, soapy-faced, and ashamed. "Kitten, what on earth are you doing?" "What does it look like, Mr. Neutrogena Commercial?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking suddenly distressed. "You heard." "Yeah," you replied quietly. He walked closer to you, wetting a washer and wiping the soap off of your face. "Love, I was just trying to make myself feel better. You know I'm insecure about my skin. Your skin is beautiful, you're beautiful. I love you and all your little imperfections." He kissed your forehead softly, pulling away and smiling. "I love you too, Curly."

Louis: "And the tears stream... DOWN MY FACE!" You belted the lyrics to your boyfriend Louis's solo, going way off-key on the high note, but not really caring as you were home alone. Or so you thought. You were interrupted by a loud, cracky laugh erupting from behind you. Louis. You turned around, blushing slightly and grinning sheepishly when you met his smiling face. "Love, what the hell were you thinking? You and I both know you sing like a dying Dusty!" You laughed with him, your embarrassment fading. "God, (Y/N), that was seriously awful. Ever heard of a little thing called talent? I mean, that was just..." "I get it, Louis! That's enough!" He looked back at you to meet your teary eyes, and his smile vanished and his blue orbs softened. "Babe, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. It's just..." he ran a hand through his sandy brown locks. "The fans have been really on my ass about my voice. I mean, it's different, but... You don't think it's bad, do you?" His eyes were a bit misty, and his lip trembled just a little bit. You walked closer to him, placing your hands on either side of his perfect face. "Honey, your voice is the most perfect thing I've ever heard. I love everything about it. The pure moments, the cracky moments, and everything in between. I love it when you sing me to sleep and going to your concerts. C'mon, LouPoo, you have to believe me." He looked up at you and cracked that smile you had fallen in love with. "I love you so much, (Y/N). What would I do without you?" "I don't know," you replied with a shrug. "Die, probably." With that, you laughed together, and proceeded to dance around and sing together for the rest of the day.