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He makes you insecure (1D) PART 2

Louis:"Im disgusting." You're not bothered that your leg is pouring with blood. Louis words are swirling round in your head. Your makeup remover is calling your name. Just wanting to take all your makeup off and look at your face covered with spots. Sighing heavily you unscrew the lid to the bottle and tip the right amount onto a cotton pad. You rub the cotton pad all over your face so that your face is all natural. Louis was right. Looking at your face naked it's a mess. Your vision becomes blurred with glossy tears, ready fall at any minute. Some slip out and run down your skin. Blood is endlessly pouring from your cut above your ankle your body becomes heavier, your vision becomes blurred. Your feet loose their place on the floor and your body hits the floor with a loud thud. Even though your eyes are closed you're not unconscious. "(Y/N)? (Y/N)?!" Louis is shouting from the other side of the door. Loud slams and bangs are sounded as the door comes flying open and day light streams into the dull bathroom. "What've you done to yourself?!" He gathers your body in his arms and cradles you, gently rocking back and forth. "I heard what you said." You stammer silently. His grip tightens around you, "I'm sorry." His big blue eyes full of pain, dark with glistening tears forming around his eyes. "You should be." You look away from him and wriggle away from his grip. Legs crossed on the floor you sit opposite and look him in the eyes. He takes his hands in yours and traces little circles on your thumb. "I know what I said, and I know it was wrong of me to say that to the boys.." "You should have said something to me first if you really have a problem with my...eating..." He hangs his head in shame, "I know, and I'm sorry." He notices a little puddle of red liquid on the floor and immediately crawls over to you and lifts you up, placing you on the bathroom counter. He's busy bathing your leg when he looks up to your eyes, "I don't have a problem with your eating. I just get a little bit worried sometimes." A little smile forms on your face, which Louis notices, "I love you." "I love you too." You both lean in for a sweet short kiss. You soon realize that he didn't mean what he said and he loves you. Louis is supportive and helps you stop snaking so much.

Zayn: Back at the hotel you have everything you need, a mirror. Just a mirror. You're still in your bikini, ready to take it off and throw it in the bin. Ugly, trashy and worthless. That's what you are. You're not. It's just what's going round in your precious mind. A few minutes later your bikini, what you bought new, is in the bin. All it says to you is 'you're ugly.' On goes your tracksuit bottoms and a tank top and you're laying in bed, whimpering to yourself. You're not going to lie, you do feel sorry for yourself. But you don't give crap. Three hours later the door creaks open, the clock on your nightstand says it's just over six o'clock. "I came to see if you're okay sweetheart." Ignoring him you go into the bathroom and brush your teeth. "Are you okay? Have I done something?" You nod to yourself, silently agreeing to his statement, "yes, Zayn. You have actually." That was barely audible so he can't hear anything. "I want to come in." Zayn's impatient because he knows what's the matter with you. "well you can't." "(Y/F/N) if you don't let me in here now I will break this bloody door down, I know why you're upset. It's because that bimbo was giving me the eye up. I don't care about her. She's disgusting, I was looking at her but I wasn't actually looking at her because I fancied her. I was looking at her because her 'buzums' were all I could see. Please just let me in. Just let me in. I'm sorry. You're much better than her." A smile forms on your face, a smile of happiness. You don't say anything you just open the door, to see a sad Zayn stood before you. "I love you." He speaks softly. "I love you too." You lean in and give him a kiss, leaning in more. Smiling softly, knowing that Zayn is all yours.

Liam: Tap, tap, tap. You sit still. Tap, tap, tap. You sit up gradually, until you're back is propped up against the cream tilled wall. As soon as you got into the bathroom you deleted everything, then fell asleep, head against the cabinets. "(Y/N), are you okay? Please let me in." Liam taps his knuckles against the wood panel of the door, ever so slightly. "I didn't mean any of it, I know you're mad." You're covering your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie, you want to talk to Liam, you want to hug him close and let him trace little circles on the palm of your hands. You could easily go up to the door, turn the lock and have him in your arms. But no. You feel like you're frozen. "Liam." You say in a hushed tone. Your delicate puffy cheeks getting soaked with tears. "This isn't fair." You say. Loud enough for him to hear. You want an answer. You over reacted, but he still made you feel insecure. "What isn't fair?" His soft voice talking to you through the door. "Why I feel like this, you got picked on at school, but you're perfect, you get along perfectly with everyone, you're not socially awkward. You're not an idiot." "And neither are you, (Y/N) come on, let me in." You get up on your knees, then stable yourself up onto your feet and unlock the bathroom door. As soon as Liam sees your face he wraps his arms around, sure you're bones are being crushed. But you don't care. "I'll help you, you'll get over this, it's just a working progress. I'm sorry. I know how sensitive you are when it comes to things like this, and I promise, cross my heart, I will never, ever say anything like that again." You slowly nod your head, silently agreeing with what Liam is saying. All you do is stand there for the next ten minutes cradling each other, gently rocking back and forth. A few months later and you're still not totally comfortable in big group situations but you've been out with the boys three times and didn't feel uncomfortable. Step by step you get over it, Liam was right. It is a working progress.

Niall: One trainer is in your hand, where the hell is the other one? You've just come up and started packing things into a duffel bag. Niall isn't far behind and he's pulling every item of clothing away from you. You pick up a shirt and Niall plucks it out of your hand and throws it back into your drawers. "(Y/N), please talk to me." Why? You'll just complain that my voice gives you a headache. You think to yourself. "I've just had a bad day, and I took it out on you, I didn't mean anything I said. I'll miss you when you go away to collage." Shut up Niall. You think again. You weren't going to waste your breath on somebody who can't even be bothered to talk to you, and to be honest; it wasn't what he said about collage it was what he said about your voice. If he had a problem with how loud you spoke he could just come to you about it and talk to you. Instead of letting it all out on you and saying things he shouldn't have. "Princess please talk to me." He whispers as he moves closer to you, snaking his hands around your waist and planting little kisses on your neck. You shift uncomfortably, not knowing what to do. He moves his lips to your ears, "I'm sorry." "Are you really though?" You question turning around and looking into his eyes. They're blue like little whirlpools. "I truly, madly, deeply am." He smiles and moves his lips closer to yours again. You move in and your lips interlock with his. You break away, "forgiven." you smile. "Good." He gives you a peck on your lips and engulfs you in a hug. "I love you so much." He whispers to you. "I love you too." You whisper back.

Harry: You run up the stairs as fast as you can. Heading straight into the bathroom and running a shower. While the shower heats up you sit on the toilet lid and listen to the faint voices downstairs. "Bit low mate." You recognize Louis' voice. Then Zayn chips in, "I'm going to go now, let you sort that out." They all mumble goodbyes and you hear the door open then close. As soon as you hear the door shut again you step into the shower. Sighing while the hot water washes all your thoughts away. You spend about half an hour in the shower. Just standing there. Doing nothing. But you get hot so you turn the handle off and the water shuts off. You step out of the shower get dry and then get changed. As soon as you open the door you're greeted by Harry. His eyes look red; he's been crying you can tell. "(Y/N), I'm-" You push past him and try and get to your makeup drawer. "So are you not going to listen to me?" He says as you get out your mascara. You ignore him. "(Y/N), if it's an apology you want then I've tried." "But you're going to say anything to make me forgive you, then you'll probably say something like that again in front of the boys. Embarrass me again. Then we'll have the same problem again won't we?" He looks at you through the mirror, "no, because I was a complete fool. I said something I said I never would. I act like a totally different person when I'm around the boys, you don't like that I know you don't." He pauses for a minute, "I don't like it." You turn around to look at him, your eyes lock with one another's immediately. "I don't." you whisper. Agreeing with him that you hate it when he acts different. He walks towards to you and wraps his arms round you, "you have no idea how sorry I am." His voice shaking and tears silently slipping out of his eyes. You can tell that he's crying and you tilt his head so his eyes are looking directly into yours, "please don't cry Harry. I forgive you, just please, don't do it again." You smile and wipe his tears away with your thumb. "Promise?" You ask. He takes his pinky finger in yours and kisses it. "I promise."

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