One Direction Preferences Part 2

you're insecure

you’re insecure

Harry: You crashed into your and Harry’s apartment, tears rolling down your cheeks. You sprinted into the bathroom, and swallowed hard. You sniffed and looked in the mirror. You took your shirt off, and tossed it on the ground. You were only in your bra and pants. You turned to your side, and wiped away the flood of tears. You swallowed hard. You then sucked in your gut, trying to make yourself look skinnier. “You’re a fat bastard.” You said, angry with yourself. You pulled at your hair, and balled your fists. “You’re fat… and stupid… you don’t deserve Harry.” You screamed, slamming your hands against the counter. You went back to sucking in your gut. Suddenly, Harry poked his head into the bathroom. “(y/n)! There you are- Oh my god! STOP (y/n)!” He shouted, running over to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders. “Stop.” He commanded, rubbing your shoulders. He looked deep into your eyes. “Please.” He said, choking on tears. He grabbed you in his arms, and held you close. You nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck, and cried. You sunk to the ground, and he went down with you. He wrapped his strong arms around you and kissed your forehead. “What happened?” He asked quietly. You cleared your throat. “I… I was at school… and all these girls were wearing skinny jeans and short shorts… and I felt so…,” You mumble, gripping Harry’s shirt tigtly, “insecure.” You mumble, tears streaming. Harry tightens his grip. “I hate how I look. I hate how I sound. I hate my body. I hate myse-,” “No. Don’t you dare say that.” Harry puts his hands on your cheeks. “You are beautiful.” Harry says, pressing his forehead against yours. You rested your head on his shoulder, and began to cry again. He stroked your back. He laid his head on top of yours. The only sound was the sound of you silently sobbing. Harry looked at you and smiled lightly. “Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me.” He begins, lacing his fingers into yours. “But bare this in mind, it was meant to be. And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheek, and it all makes sense to me.” Harry sings softly, poking your cheek. You roll your eyes, and wipe more away. You sniff. “I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile, you’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs. The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, I’ll love them endlessly.” Harry placed a finger under your chin. He wiped away one of your tears. “I won’t let these little things slip out of my mind. But if I do, it’s you they add up to. I’m in love with you and all these little things.” Harry sang, wiping away a tear from his own eye. He was about to begin singing the next first, but you took over. “You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea,” You sing softly, stroking his chest. He smiles. “And maybe that’s’ the reason you talk in your sleep. And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me.” You sing, a small smile spreading on your lips. Harry stood up and grabbed your hand. He pulled you up to his level and he held you in a tight embrace. He held your hand with his and put his other around your waist. “I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape, you never want to know how much you weigh. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you’re perfect to me.” He sings, swaying slowly. “I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth. But if it’s true, it’s you, it’s you they add up to. I’m in love with you and all these little things.” You two sing together. Harry looks at you and smiles. “You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you. You never treat yourself right darling but I want you to. If I let you know I’m here for you. Maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you.” Harry sings. “And I just let these little things slip out of my mouth. ‘Cause it’s you, oh it’s you, it’s you they add up to and I’m in love with you and all these little things. I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth but if I do its true- it’s you they add up to. I’m in love with you and all your little things.” Harry kisses your cheek. He then kisses you passionately on the lips. He removes his pink, soft lips from yours and gulps. “You are perfect. Stop being so scared. I honestly don’t understand why you’re so insecure. You are beautiful to me. Don’t let those other girls make you feel bad. You are way more beautiful than them. I love you so much.” He said, kissing your forehead. “I love you more.” You smile, kissing him.