♡ Harry Styles ♡ {Imagines}

unattractive.

Haven't Updated in a while but here ya go :)  / (it's short)

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I was Never one to Judge people based off of their Looks or their sizes. My Mum always taught me that You are Beautiful, No matter How big you are or How many Flaws you have. She's always told me that Being natural will always be Better than Being fake. But, What if your natural isn't good enough for People?

I grew up being Taught to Never Wear Any sort of makeup on my face, and That didn't bother me at all. Well, Until I started noticing how beautiful the girls around me are. Until I realised that I wasn't considered at all Beautiful, or even decent for that matter, just because I didn't cake myself up.

It's like; if you weren't born with it, then you have to buy a couple ornaments to make yourself good enough for the people around you. I wasn't sure if it was people's insults and assumptions that did this to my mentality, or just My own self torturing me.

I always thought that It was beautiful how a Girl grows into their mothers face, But Now, I Just think about how These Girls learn how to cut and paste and pucker up their lips until they suffocate.

I Shook my Head, Staring at myself in the mirror and Sighing at what I saw in front of me.

Why can't Me and My body just be friends?

"Hazel!"

I flinched, Harry's voice cutting me out of my sinful thoughts.

"Yeah?" I called out, Putting my hair up in a pony tail.

"What are you doing? It's one in the morning, baby." He groaned,  the sound of him shifting on the bed following.

"Nothing, just needed to Pee." I lied.

That's all I've been doing lately anyways, lying to his face about being okay when in reality, I'm nothing but.

I walked out of the Bathroom, shutting the door behind me quietly and making my way to the bed. Harry opened his eyes when he felt the bed dip, blinking slightly to clear his vision.

"What's wrong, Haze?" He whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

"Nothing." I said, my voice cracking at the end, betraying me.

"Okay." He said, not pushing it any further.

I closed my eyes, thinking about how good life would be if I was beautiful. It would be amazing. People would care. People would love me.

Because after all, no one cares unless you're pretty or dying.

And, No one will love you if you're unattractive.