Romantic One Direction Imagines

The Stupid Mirror (Liam Imagine)

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You were sitting in front of your mirror examining yourself. You've always hated how you looked. You thought you were too fat. You hated your nose, you thought it was too pointy. You hated your hair, thinking it was so dull and flat. You hated your feet, you thought they were too big.

The only think you genuinly liked about yourself were your eyes. They were so big and bright. Even when you were born, the nurses called you "pretty eyes" . Everybody always complimented your eyes.

You stopped looking at your eyes and looked down at the rest of your body. 'Disgusting', you thought.

You had tried almost every diet in the book and none of them ever worked for you. Either it was saying you were eating too much, eating too litte, excercising too much, excercising too little. Every diet would say something different and you just about had enough with diets. Of course, you have thought of starving yourself. But you are too scared to even try that.

You live with your fiance, the international boybander, Liam Payne. He always tells you that you look perfect but you never believe him. You just roll your eyes whenever he says you look beautiful or sexy.

You took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that were forming in your eyes. Whenever you said you were fat, your family, friends, and sometimes even random people that hear you, would tell you you're crazy. You wished you could have a flat stomach instead of a muffin top.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at your stomach through the black tank top you were wearing. You quickly wiped it away and looked away from the mirror. You looked down at the floor, trying to calm yourself down. Liam would be home any second now and you didn't want him to see you crying.

Then you heard the front door close and footsteps coming up the stairs. You blinked a few times to get the tears out of your eyes. You quickly wiped off the extra ones that escaped off of your cheeks. Liam walked into you and his shared bedroom and you turned around to face your most favorite person in the world.

"Hey baby, how was rehearsals?" You said in a shaky voice that was meant to come out calmer than it really was.

"Would've been better if Zayn and Louis would show up on time for once, but it's nothing new." He said, chuckling at the end. He furrowed his eyebrows while looking at you. "Babe, you okay?"

You put off a fake smile, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"(Y/N), don't lie to me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Now what's wrong?" He walked closer to you and reached his hand out for yours.

You looked away from his big brown eyes and didn't say anything.

He looked behind you and saw the mirror. "Were you staring at yourself in the mirror again?"

You looked back up at him again, shocked. Did he just say 'again'?

"Again? When have you seen me looking at myself in the mirror?"

"You do it a lot, especially at night. I hear you get up and I see you sitting there on the floor in front of that damn mirror. I see you cry about it and it really hurts me. It hurts me so much to know that you think you look so dreadful when in my eyes you look so so gorgeous and beautiful." His voice started to crack near the end and you could tell he was about to cry.

Your eyes started welling up again. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arm around his torso, holding him close. You felt his soft lips kiss your temple. You snuggled your head into his chest and it instantly made you relax once his strong arms wrapped around you.

"Baby, you are so beautiful. You are so so beautiful, you have to know that. Everything about you is absolutely perfect, just the way you are." He had pulled away so he was looking down at you. His arms still wrapping around you and yours still around him. "Come here."

He tugged onto your hand and brought you in front of the mirror. He had you standing in front of him with his arms wrapped around you and his head resting on your shoulder.

He kissed your cheek before speaking again. "This mirror," He pointed at the mirror while continuing, "I don't want to see you crying in front of it anymore. If you find yourself in front of it again, bring me in with you and I'll just start kissing you to keep your mind off of that stupid mirror, okay?" He had a grin on his face, obviously wanting to kiss you now.

You laughed at his words, "Okay Li. What if your working though?"

"You get to come with me from now on."

"But I have my schoolwork." You said, starting to think about how it would work around your online college schedule.

"Bring it with you, and if you have a class, you can use my laptop or bring yours. Even if you can't come with me that day, you can still call me whenever. The boys will understand and I don't give a shit what managment says. You are my first priority."

You smiled up to him, "I love you, you know that right?" You said with your mood changing completely now.

"I'm willing to bet I love you more." He said, with a smile matching yours.

"Not possible."

You chuckled and turned so now your were faceing him. You looked from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes. He leaned down getting the hint and you both shared a passionate kiss in front of the mirror that was now known as 'the stupid mirror'.

(A/N) Aww that was cute. I'm probably going to post an imagine once or twice a month, possibly more. It depends on when I think of an idea for one. I'll try to think of a schedule for it or something, so stay on the look out for that and more imagines. Please comment what you think and vote? Pretty please with cherries on top? <3 ~Bella xx