LOVE FOR TWO
"No, this doesn't make any sense, Harry!" I exclaim frustrated and throw my arms in the air. Harry stands a few feet away from me, his hand buried in the pockets of his black jeans as he looks helplessly at me.
"Why?"
"No, you tell me why! Why would you fall for someone like me?" I yell back at him.
Harry was brave enough to confess his feelings to me and I can't tell by his facial expression that he did not expect this to end in a fight. My best friend is in love with me and I should be happy about this, right? I know I should but it is just wrong.
"Why wouldn't I fall for someone like you?" Harry fires back but with a rather calm voice, "What is there not to love about you? What do you think is so wrong with yourself that you don't allow yourself to love me back?"
"Everything," I tell him with a shaky voice, my voice breaks at the end, "Everything is wrong." I'm getting quiet until I completely shut up and plop down on the couch, looking down at my feet.
Harry kneels down in front of me and takes both my hands in his. He puts an intertwined hand underneath my chin so I should be forced to look at him but I hide my eyes from his.
"Open your eyes, love," Harry says quietly, "Open your eyes for me, please."
His raspy voice still manages to sound so soft, I follow his wish to open my eyes instantly. Harry's green eyes meet mine and an expression of pain tears at the beautiful green in his eyes.
"Look, Y/N, I love you. I didn't ask for this, I had no choice. It just happened. Things like this just happen and you have no control over them and that is okay. But there are also a few things you can control. You can control whether you want to love me or you want to fight these feelings. You can control whether you wanna be sad or happy. That is your own, personal choice." Harry explains without breaking the eye contact.
"Would you have chosen differently if you had a choice who you wanna love?"
"No, I want only you, Y/N," Harry whispers and presses a few kisses to my knuckles, "Why do you want me to stop loving you?"
"Because I'm me, Harry. I'm not happy with myself so how am I supposed to make you happy? I don't think I'm beautiful so how are you supposed to think I'm beautiful? I don't love myself, Harry, so tell me, how are you supposed to love me?"
"I can love for two until you learned to love yourself. I can help you." Harry offers desperately. I know he fears rejection, how couldn't he after he just confessed his love to me in hope I feel the same way?
And I do feel the same way. I love Harry, I love him for so long and it was okay that he did not feel the same way because I knew this would happen. But now he tells me that he has fallen for me and this is something I did not expect.
"You can't love for two. This won't work. This will never work. You'll be exhausted and you'll be annoyed by my complains and—"
Harry stops me by pressing his finger against my lips. "Shh, Y/N. Can you define beauty? Do you know what the definition of true beauty is?"
"Being skinny, flawless..."
"No, you're wrong, you're so wrong," Harry mumbles broken, "You can't define true beauty because everyone calls something else beautiful. You may hate your skin but there is someone who thinks it flawless. You may think you're not thin enough but there is someone who thinks you have the perfect body. And you, Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl in my eyes, so incredibly beautiful, breathtaking even."
"Stop." I smile against Harry's fingers which is loosely pressed against my lips. His hand slides from my lips to my cheek and I lean into it, savouring the warmth of his palm, "Stop saying all those nice things to me."
"I love you, Y/N, and even if you don't want to be in a relationship with me I will be right at your side and help you to love yourself. I'll help you to see your true beauty and—" I shush Harry by kissing him.
The kiss is more like a peck at first but Harry stops talking at an instant. Harry's lips are slightly parted as he stares at mine. His thumb caresses my cheek and he lazily opens his eyes only to lean in once more and kiss me again.
"I love you, Harry, and I'm ready to try it out." I whisper and I feel him smiling.
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This may seem very cliché to you. I know it is because I read thousands of imagines that have the plot of an insecure girl and bla but I have a message hidden in this imagine.
There are so many girls in this world (including myself) who don't like how they look and even hate themselves for this or even worse harm themselves for this but I want you to know that even if you don't like yourself there is someone waiting for you who likes exactly this, who is going to like you for you and you won't have to change for this person.
Everyone always speaks of true beauty but no one realizes that a perfect image of true beauty does not exist because you can variegate it. I know how cliché this sounds but it is true.
This is a very long author's note and I'm really sorry for this but this is a very serious topic in my opinion. I just wanted to let you know that this imagine was written by me with a purpose and I hope I could make your day a bit brighter.
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