Niall Horan Imagines [n.h]

Insecurities #1

Y/N
I kept twisting in different positions in the mirror.
I looked in depth into my bare face.
I analysed all my marks from my chest down to my thighs.

I stared at my stomach for a while.

Niall walked into the bedroom and he sat on my bed, on his laptop.

"Hey beautiful" He says

I quickly flopped onto my bed as I checked Instagram on my phone and a flipped through a couple Teen Vogue Magazines.

Why couldn't I be more like her? How does she make it look so easy? What does she eat on a regular day? How do they do that? Why are they goals? Do I need to cover it up. Is surgery required?

On-going rhetorical questions popped up in my head.

I wished for many things
not that I needed it,
but I wanted it.

I had so many flaws which were not obvious to people
but boldly stood out for me.

I really wish I could just be 'happy', not worry and just be comfortable with my self but when I look in the mirror, my feelings switch up quite quickly.

It's those reminders that always come back to mind,
'No one's perfect' 'Everyone's has their own flaws'

but yet I still have this negative feeling about myself.

NIALL

Y/N is being really quiet.

"Y/N, you okay?"

"Yeah I'm good"

She says she's good but her body language says different.
Something's up.

I went to sit by her and spooned her into my arms.

"Princess?"

"Yeah" Y/N says a little more quieter

"You okay?" I ask a second time

"No not really"

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