One Direction Preferences

Others Make Fun Of Your Insecurities

*IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END!*

WARNING: as you know this part contains sensitive topics!

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Niall;

Weight

Tonight was your annual Friday movie night with the One Direction lads, and as you were normally excited, tonight you were not so much. The normal sugary, fatty, sweet junk food that your used to droll over was not on your menu this evening. As you sat on the couch with Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn talking about which movies were good ones that you've seen and which were bad, Niall called out from the kitchen, "babe, where's the candy?"

"I didn't buy any." You replied. The whole room gasped, including Niall. You laughed and walked over to the kitchen, seeing Niall clutching his heart as if to pretend a heart attack from 'lack of candy'. "It's not movie night without candy!" He complains, shuffling things around the cabinet to clarify what you said to be true. "Yeah, but Niall, I want to lose weight..." He turned to you as the words escaped your mouth, placing his hands around your waist as your eyes fell to the ground. "You don't need to lose weight babe, you're perfect the way you are!" You didn't answer from the fact that all you could focus was on the impatient noise from the living room.

"Ooo, I'm (Y/N), and I can't eat sugar or I'll get fat with one bite!"

"Oh, I can't eat anything because I might gain an ounce!"

Hot tears began in your eyes as your head made contact with Niall's chest, his hands rubbing your back soothingly before he's let you go to tell the others to leave. "Why? We haven't even watched a movie." You heard someone say before hearing Niall reply, "because we can't find the disc. Sorry, maybe another day this week." Niall lied.

Harry;

Looks

It was the night that you met the rest of One Direction over dinner, and you were dreading this moment since Harry brought it up. What if they didn't like you? Or thought you and Harry shouldn't date? You were terrified of their opinions as you stared into the mirror. You tried thousands of hairstyles and make-up combos, but nothing pleased you. It took an hour, but you decided on simple make-up, and a complicated looking, sophisticated hairstyle you found a tutorial on. You stood up, flattening out your gown and grabbing your clutch before heading to Harry in the living room, ready to go. "You look amazing." He smiled, and you nodded in thanks, giving a small grin yourself.

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You sat down next to Harry at the restaurant as you two waited for the rest of the group. "Babe," Harry whispered in your ear before putting his hand on top of yours, "don't be nervous. They'll love you, okay?" You nodded, not really in the mood for talking about it. He kissed your cheek and stood up as he saw the others coming. You followed, putting on your best fake smile. They all looked very friendly with smiles of their own, greeting you quite pleasantly. "I thought we were going to be late with how long we were taking to get ready." Harry laughed, and you knew exactly what he was doing. He was covering up your insecurity with your looks by saying he took longer as well. It's a simple gesture, but one that leaves a big mark. "We know how girls are, and how you are. We know they take longer, I bet your girl is insecure? I mean, all girls really are. She seems to have a big insecurity though, she looks like the type." You could hear Louis whisper to Harry, making your stomach curl with the thought of Harry saying something to them. "Well, of course! Look, she's blushing! She's definitely very insecure!" Niall laughed as he motioned towards you.

"I'm (Y/N) and I have to make Harry late because I can't decide on my make-up!"

"Oh, nothing looks good on me! Ugh, I'm so damn ugly!"