I love him H.S imagines

prettiest girl he ever did see

Synopsis: Y/N compares herself to Harry's ex-girlfriends who are all models.

Y/N was in that weird headspace again.

She was a confident and badass woman who loved every inch of her curvy body. She adored her thick thighs and she loved her hips that were a little wider than the average lady. She loved the boobs that were, to her, just the right size and she even had no cares for the stretch marks on her hips and her breasts.

Years ago, she wouldn't have been able to love even the tiniest portion of her body because of how much she disliked it but, thanks to her wonderful boyfriend and many therapy sessions, she had never been so in love with the way she looked.

Until today.

Today, was one of her off days. A day where she felt like she wasn't good enough and she wasn't the 'perfect' size. Today, she felt terrible and it was also the day of Harry's red carpet for his new movie Dunkirk.

Y/N was staring at the sparkly red dress that was hung up on her wardrobe. When she tried the dress on, she refused to take it off because of how much she loved the way it looked on her curvy body. Harry's mouth was watering when she walked out of the dressing room, boosting her ego a little more, and he quickly had to rush her out of the store and drive her back home just so he could bend her over the kitchen counter and treat her the way she deserved.

She had never been so in love with a dress before. So why now, was she hating it so much?

She ignores the horrible thoughts that try to crawl into her mind and goes downstairs to make a cup of tea. Tea was her favourite thing on a bad day like this. Whenever she felt lower than low, she would make herself a cup of tea and feel herself slowly start to feel a tiny bit better than before.

After making her cup of tea, she sat at the kitchen counter and scrolled through her Instagram which she soon started to regret when images of Harry and his ex-girlfriend started to pop up on her timeline.

She had never ever been the jealous type when it came to Harry's exes. Yes, they were mostly supermodels and looked so beautiful no matter what the circumstances but she was never jealous of them. They were a part of Harry's life before her and there wasn't anything she could do about it, much like how Harry couldn't do anything about the exes in her past.

She noticed the huge grin on his face when he saw the stunning blonde model, who was wearing a beautiful floral dress that complimented her eyes and accentuated her long tan legs. She noticed the way his hand rested on her slim waist and the way her skinny arms wrapped around his neck in a friendly embrace.

She noticed things she never noticed before and she hated it.

Y/N looked down at her outfit. She was wearing an oversized shirt and sweatpants that made her look slightly bigger than normal but were extremely comfortable. She was nothing like Harry's ex-girlfriend, she had thicker thighs, a bigger waist and brown eyes with brown hair. Y/N found herself typing in the names of all the girls Harry had been with in the past and began to compare every tiny detail to herself. She hated feeling like this.

Tears started to fall from her eyes as she let the thoughts overcome her and she threw her phone against the wall from just how frustrated she was getting. She sobbed into her hands and tried to think of reasons she should love herself and how she shouldn't be doubting her relationship with Harry just because she looked different from the other girls but she was stuck in her own head with pictures of all the jaw-dropping models.

Suddenly, she heard the door open and she immediately knew exactly who it was. "Baby, I'm home!" Harry called.

He was confused by the silence in the house. It was usual to him to walk into the house and see his girl dancing to the Spice Girls on the TV or watching a movie upstairs in their bed where he could crawl under the covers and snuggle into her, letting her explain exactly what was going on in the movie but paying no attention to the details as he was completely focused on Y/N's lips.