One Direction Preferences:
You're insecure and he comforts you<3
Niall: You're sat on your bed flicking through your photo albums, looking at the days when you used to swim all the time and compete in athletic competitions. You sigh and look at your body, you'd crave to have that body again. A tear falls from your eye as you stand up and look at your body in the mirror, it's a little bigger than it was back then and that upsets you. Before you know it you're in floods of tears and you just want to curl up into a ball and never be seen again,
"Babe?" You hear Niall call. You sniffle and bury your face deeper into the pillow, he walks over to you and places a hand on your back.
"Baby what's wrong?" You sit up and collapse into his arms. He picks up the photo album and looks,
"Look at my body there." You say inbetween sniffles,
"And look at my body now." You splurt out, crying even more. He closes the album and puts it down before turning you so you're facing him,
"Now listen to me okay? You're beautiful and perfect and all the amazing words I could describe you with. There is absolutely no flaw within you or your body. I'd be sad if you changed anything about you, who cares if you've gained a little wait since you were little? I certainly don't, I look at you everyday in awe and do my best to make you happy. Because whenever I see you, you make me happy. Like I said, I would never change anything about you, because in my eyes, you're perfection."
Harry: You sit and stroke the scars that are still permanently marked on your skin, you hate seeing them and they make you cringe everytime you remember why they're there. You slowly begin to well up as you watch people pass by you, their arms looking nice and fresh with no cut marks. You feel horrible about yourself and even more insecure, you'd never feel good enough. You pull your knees up to your chest and turn away from the window, crying hard into your hands. You hear your door open and somebody come rushing over, they lift your head and you see Harry's bright green eyes staring back at yours.
"Princess, what's wrong?" You hold out your arms,
"These, these horrible things. They're just always around, making me look ugly and making me feel worthless. I regret doing it and I'm constantly reminded of them, it makes me sad seeing all the beautiful girls flaunting round with fresh, clean arms, then there's me. Plain, old, scarred me." He shakes his head and wipes the tears from your eyes.
"You're so wrong. Okay. I love every little thing about you and these scars? Look how they've faded, they show me and you and everybody else in the world that you're stronger than ever now. There's no new cuts, just old ones that hold memories only you remember. They don't need to know why they're there, but just that you're better now. They can see that you've managed to get past the cutting stage and you've learnt how to handle things in a better way, and if they say things. So what? It's not like they know your story, but I do. And I am more proud of you than ever now, I love you okay and I want you to know that you're one of the bravest people in the world that I know."
