One Direction Imagines

Harry Imagine for Jenna (@mynameisjello)

Your best friend Harry and his bandmate Louis have been going on and on about going to the beach with you this week. But you're less than thrilled. You love the beach, but you're insecure about how you look in your bikini. You don't want Harry and Louis, and everyone at the beach, for that matter, to see that you don't have a model figure.

"LET'S GO, JELLO!" you hear Louis scream like a maniac as he runs past your door and giggle at him.

You stay in your room, and a few minutes later someone knocks at your door.

"Louis got impatient and went down without us," you hear Harry's low voice through the door. "What's taking you so long Jello?"

"I don't want to go," you state.

"Why not?" he asks you.

"Because I'll look fat."

Your door flies open and there stands Harry, wearing only swimming trunks. "What in the world are you talking about? You're the skinniest girl I know!"

You shoot him a 'stop lying' look from where you're laying on your bed in a t-shirt and shorts. "No, I'm definitely not."

"Are you joking? You will look fine."

"No, Harry, you don't understand," you say as you feel your eyes get tearful. "I'm not as skinny as I used to be. I've gained weight lately."

"That's because you needed to. Gaining weight is a part of life. It happens to everyone. That doesn't mean you're fat at all," he tells you as he sits on the edge of your bed.

You sit up in bed to face him as you talk. "Yeah, you can say all of that now because I'm not wearing a bikini."

"Jenna, you've got to be kidding me. Even if you were fat, I wouldn't care. I like you for you, not your body."

"I still don't want to put one on," you declare.

Harry walks over to your dresser and opens the drawer that your swimsuits are in. "Here, wear this one. It'll bring out your eyes," he says as he tosses you a blue-green bikini that lands in your hands. You smile as you remember how much he loves your eyes.

"All you need to do is put a brush through your hair," he says, gently running his fingers through your long, tangled locks. "It looks like you just woke up."

You laugh. "That's because I did."

"Oh," he chuckles before grabbing your hairbrush and sitting behind you on your bed, carefully untangling your auburn-colored hair.

After a few minutes of grooming your hair, Harry pins your bangs back and stands up, admiring his work proudly. "Perfect."

"You're quite the hairdresser," you tease him.

"Shut up," he says as he walks towards your bedroom door. "I'll be back in here in two minutes. Hurry up and change into your swimsuit."

"Harry..." you begin.

"No. You're putting it on," he tells you before walking out and closing the door behind him.

You roll your eyes and quickly change into it, feeling a bit more confident after Harry's pep talk. But when you look at yourself in the mirror, you aren't happy.

"Done?" you hear Harry call from outside your door.

You pause before replying. "Yeah...but I don't feel very well. I think I'll just stay here."

"I don't believe you," Harry responds before swinging the door open. You abruptly turn around to face him, but it's too late. He already sees how you look in the bikini, and knows you were looking in the mirror, judging yourself.

"Jenna, you don't need to..." he drifts off as he sees you put your head in your hands, silently sobbing. He rushes over to you and pulls you into a hug, while your hands stay on your face. You start to choke on your tears as he lets go of you, holding your torso out at an arm's distance and prying your hands off of your face You focus your gaze on his bare abdomen to avoid his face, but you can feel him staring into your eyes.

"Jenna. Look at me."

You continue sobbing and pout, shaking your head, refusing. Harry starts talking anyway. "You have no reason to be insecure. You don't look the slightest bit fat in this bathing suit."

"Don't look at me," you interrupt.

Harry grabs the sides of your face, forcing your head to look up at him. Your tears begin to slow down as you stare into his determined, green eyes, but you can still feel that your eyes are shiny and watery.

"You are the most lovely girl I've ever met, in every single way. You don't need to be wasting your life being insecure. You will never have to worry about your appearance. Now you and I are going to the beach right now, and you're keeping that bikini on, and every boy on the beach will be jealous that I'm spending time with the most beautiful girl in the world."

Your tears have completely stopped at this point, but your blank expression has transformed into more of a confused expression now.

"You don't actually think I'm the most beautiful girl in the world, do you?" you blurt out after a long silence.

"Yes, I do," he says as both of his hands find yours and hold on to them.

You slightly crack your mouth open to speak, but no words come out. The only thing you can think of to say would be thank you, but for some reason the words won't form. You decide that you don't really need to say anything, anyway. And apparently, Harry doesn't think so either, because the next thing he does is a shock to you.

Harry leans down towards you quickly as he closes his eyes and spreads his lips slightly apart to match yours. You aren't sure what to do besides stand still in shock. Your eyes flutter shut as Harry's lips press roughly against yours. You close your half-open lips against his as he does the same, slowly and passionately kissing you. You tell yourself to pull away but you just can't. His kiss is hypnotic and you feel yourself going weak at the knees. Your head is leaned fairly far upwards since you're short, but you don't mind. Your fingers are still intertwined with his, his massive hands holding your small ones.

After about a minute, he moves his head away from yours and smiles sheepishly. "Sorry." This pulls you back to reality and you're reminded you that you're standing in the middle of your bedroom in a bikini kissing a shirtless Harry Styles.

"Don't be sorry. I enjoyed it," you can't stop yourself from smiling like an idiot as you talk.

"Oh...good," he replies while a cheeky grin appears on his face. "Because I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

You giggle. "I know how you feel," you respond and he smiles at you.

"Do you think you're ready to go down to the beach now?" he asks you cautiously.

You look down at your body in doubt, but when you look back up into his gorgeous, shining eyes, you decide that you don't care how you look anymore. All that matters is that Harry makes you happy.

"Yes, I'm ready," you smile up at him and walk out of your room with Harry, hand in hand.