1D One Shots + Mini Stories || Volume I ||

#7: You're perfect to me - {Larry}

Louis' P.O.V.

I gazed up lovingly at my boyfriend of two years. He was fast asleep, his dark brown curls placed messily all over the pillow below him. He didn't know how much he meant to me. And i don't think he ever will. He was so perfect, deserved so much, and yet; he chose me. He loved me, he chose me, he wanted to be with me. He could have anyone he wanted. It makes me feel both special and ashamed. I love that he loves me, but i can't help but think he can do better. And the truth was, he could to better. I'm not good enough for him. My feathered brown hair was always pushed to the side. I never got up quick enough in the morning. I wasn't super strong. I wasn't super handsome. I had a lot of bad habits that would make any other person run for the hills.

A tear slid down my cheek as i gazed up at the closed eyes of my lover. I silently sighed, exhaling a breath i didn't know i had been holding in. I sat up in the bed, taking one more look at his face before i slowly got up off the bed. Even though it was only 12:38am in the morning.

Harry's grip that he had around me tightened, his arms around my waist, as he shuffled underneath the bedsheets. "Mmmmm" he mumbled. I couldn't help but just sit there and look back at him, his eyes shut tightly, not wanting to wake up. "...babe?" He asked after a short period of time. "Yes, love?" Was the only thing i could say, without choking on my own tears previously cried to him waking up from his beauty sleep. "Lou, what's wrong, love?" He asked in full concern, opening his arms to me. I sighed and gave in, pushing myself into his arms. I let him wrap his arms around me and pull me closer to him. My head was lying against his chest, taking in his scent. I took a few calming breaths. He continued to stroke my messy, feathery, brown hair patiently, as he waited until i said something. He knew, that i knew, i could tell him anything, but i was stuggling to find the words. He never pushed me out of my comfort zone, and that's one reason of a million on why i love him. He's so perfect, but i'm just- i sighed. I looked up into the loving emerald green gaze looking down on me, and couldn't help but feel guilty. "Harry...you,..you could do so much better. You are so perfect in every way; Cheeky. Charming. Beautiful laugh. Handsome. Polite. Amazing voice. Kind. Happy. Fit, Everything. And you choose me, who's not good enough for you. My hair is a light-medium brown that's always feathery and messy and pushed to the side. I have a bit of chub on my stomach. I don't have the best singing voice. I'm insecure. I hate my smile. I have a bad sense of style. I'm not fit. I don't have the best laugh or smile. I have a temper. I act like a two year old. I'm not the smartest person. I'm not the funniest person. I always have an attitude. You have so many perfect girls and guys throwing themselves at you, and i'm just,....not good enough for you." I breathed. I had started crying mid-sentence. I couldn't stop it.

"Lou," he tried. "Love, i can't see how you view yourself that way. You're so perfect to me. And anyone who doesn't see that obviously can't see well enough. And who cares who or how many people throw themselves at me. I only want you, always. Your feathery brown hair is cute, and it suits you. It's cute and sexy how messy you let it fall, and not let it bother you. Your sassy and comical attitude is what makes you, you, it's you. It's amazing. Your childishness and carefree lifestyle that you hold and show a lot around our mate Niall, is amazing too. It let's everyone know you love to have fun. You love to make people laugh, you're so sweet and kind. Everyone loves you. They'd be stupid not to. Your laugh is music to my ears, letting me know the love of my life is enjoying himself, happy as can be. Your smile is so beautiful, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Everything from your giggles, to your childish fits, to your sassy attitudes, to your temper, to your protectiveness over someone or something you love, to how you stick up for everyone, to how you speak your mind without a second thought, to everything else, it's what makes you you, and that's what i love about you. And so, so, much more. If anything, i don't deserve you, you're so perfect to me and it hurts me to think and know that you think about yourself this way. You deserve so much, love. I love you, don't let anyone or anything tell you different."

I let a few tears slip from my eyes. As i try to shut them away, i feel a pair of lips on mine. I kiss back hesitantly, then let my emotions take control. I love him, i really do. What would i do without him?? I can't even think. I can't remember my life without him, and i don't want to, nor have the desire to think about it reoccuring that way.

He pulled away smiling down at me. "I love you, Louis." He smiles. Got i love that smile."I love you too, Harry." I breathed. I smiled back at him. His green eyes lit up the dark almost-1am room.

And there we lie, wrapped in eachothers arms, whispering sweet nothings, smiling and laughing the night away, without a care in the world.