"What?" I said looking down again. "You're gorgeous." Louis said getting off of my bed. "Yeah right." I said in disbelief. "Why is it so hard for you to see that you're beautiful?" "Look at me! I'm fat!" I said with tears starting to form in my eyes. "Look babe," Louis said turning me around to face the mirror, "you're beautiful. I don't like sticks, I'd rather have a woman with curves. And you definitely have curves, you're not fat." Louis said looking into my eyes through the mirror. I just shook my head 'no' and locked myself in my closet. I heard the boys mumbling something from behind the door. "You guys don't understand. You're told that you're hot or sexy everyday. Do you know the last time somebody called me beautiful and I actually believed them?!?!" I started crying and left them to think. I heard a door close. I took my heels off and sat on the floor crying my eyes out. Then I heard another door open and then close. I looked up from my hands. "Louis? How'd you get in here?" "Harry told me that there was a door from the bathroom." Louis sat next to me and hugged me. "Why are you here? To tell me that I'm beautiful? If you are, you're just wasting your time." I said with an attitude. "No. I just want to know why you think that you're-" Louis said moving in front of me. "Ugly? First of all, I'm frickin' fat. I have ugly curly hair. Let's see, my face is too round, I have a weird nose and I have a small butt." I said that last part laughing a little bit, "you're bum is bigger than mine." We both laughed. "Oh yeah, and I'm tall." "Well your not fat at all, you have curves and I like that. I wish that I had curly hair and you look better with it than Harry. That look is hard to pull off. You have a perfect face, everything about it is perfect. And you only think that your bum is small because a have a huge one. You're not ugly at all. Marissa, your beautiful, gorgeous." Louis was so nice to me, could he actually like me? No other boys ever liked me, why would such a heart throb like Louis like me? A normal girl from New York? What was so special about me? I smiled. "Why do you like me?" I didn't mean to say that out loud! My cheeks turned red. I looked around hoping that Louis didn't hear me. "First of all, you're super pretty, you seem to have a sense of humor, and you're really nice. Now, do you like carrots and Lamborghinis?" I looked into his eyes, smiled, laughed, blushed, and said, "of course!" I playfully hit his arm. "Then you're right for me." Louis took my hand. Was Louis Tomlinson seriously holding my hand?!? I started to shake.
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Scarred {completed}
Hayran KurguThis story is about a girl named Marrissa Riley and she has to move because her mother died from anorexia. She had to move in with her second cousin, Harry Styles. At first she is terrified to meet him and the rest of the band but quickly warms up t...
