Insecurities
(Yours)
Harry: He knew something was wrong by the slight hunch of your shoulders and the way you folded into yourself, your arms draped across your stomach like a shield. He sat behind you on the couch, pulling you into his chest, his hands linking around your stomach. He felt you stiffen beneath his touch and brush his hands away, pulling your shirt down. You scooted further away, curling into yourself. You looked miserable, the frown line between your eyes popping out: a sure sign you were upset. He frowned, this was so unlike you. "What's wrong?" you wouldn't look at him but he could see at this angel you were close to tears. You lower lip quivered and you folded your arms back across your stomach. "Nothing," you bit out, staring intently at the TV. Harry knew what was wrong and he hated that you did this to yourself. Somehow you always got the image in your head that you needed to lose weight, that you just weren't....enough. You thought it disgusted him when he touched your stomach and felt the skin there. It didn't, he loved your curves. He found ridiculous because you couldn't get any more beautiful, but he wasn't in your head so he didn't understand. He didn't understand the thoughts that consumed you, the pressure you felt like you were constantly under to be skinny and tall. He didn't understand that sometimes you hated looking in the mirror and sometimes you got so angry you wanted to smash it into a million pieces just to get your reflection away. "Can I tell you something?" he said softly, taking your hand. He led you up into your bedroom and watched you wrap your arms around yourself, your eyes wide and so impossibly sad. It utterly broke him to see that you didn't love yourself, didn't see what he saw every time he looked at you. "I want to tell you that you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Don't you dare shake your head no at me," he said watching you lose your composure, tears sliding down your face. "I fell in love with your heart, and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he said, pressing his hand against it., his eyes inches from yours. "I got damn lucky too that you are this beautiful on the outside as well. I wouldn't change a thing about you, babe. I mean that." he dropped to his knees and ran his fingers lightly against your stomach, lifting your skin a few inches to press his lips to the porcelain skin there. "Beautiful, every inch of you."
Niall: "Fuck," you muttered into the mirror. Damn, was that what you looked like in this dress? You turned to side, eyes widening at how your hips looked in the red dress. They didn't look like that two weeks ago when you first tried it on. You hadn't gained any weight, you exercised regularly and kept to a rigorous diet, so why did you still not like the reflection in the mirror? Your thoughts tore at you as you stood there. Fat. Lose more weight. You shouldn't be wearing this dress. Defeat was instant, what were you thinking? You couldn't pull this off. "Babe!" Niall hollered marching up the stairs, "We have to go, Greg will be here....what are you doing?" He said perplexed as you slid a sweatshirt over your head. "I don't feel like going," you said hiding in your overly large outfit. You felt safe and secure in here, all that excess hidden away. He eyed you in silence and you prayed he didn't see your puffy eyes or feel the self loathing roll off you. "Put the dress on," he said quietly. "No," you said back, eyes on the floor. "Why not?" He knelt before you, his hands covering yours. "Because it doesn't look good," you whispered hating how your voice cracked. He sighed and you could see the anguish on his face. "Princess," he said almost inaudibly, "For me, please." Because it was him and because you couldn't say no, you nodded. You didn't want to undress in front of him but he refused to leave the room, his arms folded across his chest. Self consciously, you slipped out of your comfort clothes and quickly shimmied back into the dress, avoiding the mirror. His jaw was slightly agape as he stood there, his eyes raking you over. "And you don't think your beautiful?" He said bewildered, beckoning you over. He spun you around to face the mirror, his hands on your shoulders. "Try and picture yourself through my eyes, okay?" You nodded, unsure of where he was going with this. "Imagine a girl with the most beautiful green eyes you've ever seen. Like the hills back home in Ireland. Imagine a girl who has a smile that lights up the whole room and a laugh to match. Imagine a girl with the most generous heart, more capable of love and passion than anyone out there. Imagine a girl who will do anything for anyone. Imagine a girl who's dedicated, loyal, trust, worthy. Who would die for the people she loved. She sounds pretty amazing, right?" he asked, grinning at you in the mirror. "Now imagine that girl not even seeing how amazing she is, and what an impact and blessing she is on my life. And how I would be nothing with out her. And you watch her day after day tear herself down, picking herself apart when she should be celebrating how beautiful she is on the inside and the outside." You looked in the mirror, seeing for the first time what Niall saw and he was right. You were beautiful.
