One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Insecurities

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Niall: You lifted your shirt up exposing your body to yourself. The bathroom was door locked and and the shower turned on to muffle your loud sobs. You weren’t a model and you never could be in your eyes. Your thighs too big, your stomach to bloated, your face to dull. You pulled your shirt off as well as the rest of your clothes and stepped into the steaming shower. After the much needed break you stepped out of the bathroom before walking towards your room. “I don’t understand.” Niall said with his head in his hands while he sat on the edge of the bed. “Yer so beautiful and ye don’t even see it.” he looked up at your lightly raw eyes. “How am I supposed to love ye when ye don’t even love yourself?” he asked. “I’ll try. I promise I will. It’s just hard sometimes, but I’ll try.” you whispered. “I love ye so much [Y/N].”

Harry: He sighed as he watched you apply a second layer on concealer to your skin. “You don’t need it kitten, everybody gets acne. Even I do.” he said as he picked up peach coloured the makeup. “I have to cover it Haz, I’m going to be seen by other people and I can’t have the spots showing.” you shrugged and dusted some powder to your face. “I can promise you that you look just as beautiful without the makeup. You acne doesn’t take away from your beauty.” he sighed and sat back onto your bed. You set down the eye shadow you had in your hand and looked into your mirror. Your eyes welled up with tears after really looking at your face. “I’m sorry Haz, I try, I really try to be pretty but-” “Hey, hey, calm down kitten. You’re okay, we’re okay yeah? You are gorgeous and stunning and amazing yeah?”

Zayn: You’ve always been insecure. There was nothing really specific, but you were always very guarded with yourself. You have never really been able to open up with someone until Zayn. He made you feel alive and happy and that scared you. You always had doubts about your relationship. What if he doesn’t want you anymore? What if he finds someone better? You slowly began to push him away. First not going out with him, then not kissing him and you eventually stopped communicating with him at all. “What did I do? Do you not love me anymore? Is it the distance? Please tell me [Y/N] because it’s driving me crazy.” Zayn said and you could tell he was holding back tears. “Please” he whimpered and looked up at you. “I’m sorry Zayn. I’m- I guess I just. I’m scared.” you whispered as he walked towards you and brought you into his arms. “I know your insecure boo, but don’t push me away. I love you too much.”

Liam: You couldn’t help but feel upset with your hair. It was extremely curly and frizzy. You never would go out with out straightening it out or putting it up in a bun. “C’mon babe, I promised the boys we’d be there in 15 minutes” Liam called at you from the bedroom. You were in the bathroom straightening your hair. “I just gotta finish my hair babe, I’ll be done in 10” you yelled back and picked up a section of hair and continued to damage it with the heat. Liam walked into the bathroom buttoning up his shirt. “How come you always straighten your hair love? I love it all natural and curly” he said and touched up his hair. “I can’t leave the house with my natural hair, are you crazy? It’s so frizzy and unruly” you said and brushed your pin straight hair out. “Tomorrow your not doing your hair love, your leaving it out natural, it’s most beautiful when it’s like that babe” he said and kissed your forehead. 

Louis: You were always very hyper and excited, something that Louis always loved about you. You had always been slightly insecure about it. High school  hadn’t been the best experience for you as the people there weren’t always as happy and positive as you. You started acting a bit different and Louis could tell. You no longer sang as loud as you could, jumped around and you rarely ever talked. “Okay love, what’s up? Why aren’t you acting like yourself anymore?” he asked and dropped his utensils onto his dinner plate. “I’ve been acting the same Lou.” you said and played around with the food on your plate. “No your not, you barely say anything to me, what happened to you?” he asked and looked up at you with saddened eyes. “I just don’t want to be annoying” you whispered. “You’re not annoying love, far from it actually. I love your personality and everything else about you.” he said and wrapped his strong arms around you.