Am I Good Enough? (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

71 Pounds

I guess I fell asleep on harry's lap, because i woke up to him staring down at me. "hey, beautiful," He said. I blushed.  "The boys all left, so we're home alone," He said creepily. I just laughed and said "in your dreams, Styles," I got up and looked in the mirror. I looked at my stomache. I was way too scrawny. How could anyone love me. My hair was also a mess because I slept on it. I was not the prettiest, that's for sure. I was ugly, if anything. Harry came up behind me and said "You're beautiful." and then he kissed my head. I smiled, but I didn't feel better. He dragged me out of my room, and pulled me in the kitchen. He strted preparing dinner for me. "Harry, I'm not..." I started but he cut me off. "I don't want to hear it, you are going to eat. I don't want you getting problems because you're to skinny," He said. I sighed. He was making chicken nuggets by the looks of it. He put them into the oven to bake, and then he sat across from me. He was staring at me. "Hello, Earth to Harry," I said. He said "Oh, sorry, caught up in your eyes,"  He was sweet. He was really making me feel like I was worth it. He checked on the food, and it was done. He was putting them on the plate. He gave me the one with more. "Harry, why do I get more?" I asked. "You need it more than I do, baby," He said. "Barbecue sauce, ketchup, honey mustard?" He asked. "what do those taste like?" I asked since I've never had them because I only had bread and ham. "You can test all of them out, sweetie," Harry said. Ok, i didn't like the nicknames. "Ok," i agreed. He put a bit of each on my plate. I tested all, and i liked them all, but I liked the barbecue sauce the best. "Which one is your favorite, Love?" He asked 'Barbecue," I said. He put more barbecue on my plate, and put it on his too. We both started to eat. He was done before I was even on my fifth nugget. "Harry, you can have some of mine, i don't know if i can eat this all," I said "Can you try? I want you to be at a healthy weight.You only weigh 71 pounds!"  He said. " uh, Harry, how do you know that?" I asked. "I weighed you once when you were asleep," He said. Creeeeeeeeeeeeeepy! I finished, but I was pretty full. My stomache wasn't use to so much food. " i need to weigh you!" He said and pushed me into a bathroom. He put me on the scale "75! Yes!" He said. He picked me up and carried me to his room. "What the heck, Harry!" I yelled! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N- I'm ending it now because I cannot think of anymore things to wtite.... NOT the story, just this chappie! The song is hold you. It is how Harry feels about Lanie pretty much, so yeah. Bye My little carrots! Peace out, girl scout(s).