Harry Styles Imagines

Little Things

As I stand in front of the mirror, the stupid fucking mirror, a tear rolls down my cheek.

I'm disgusting.

I turn sideways, slide my shirt up. Fat, fat fat. Disgusting.

The tears are coming out fast now, I don't try to contain them.

I'm shaking, sobbing, I'm a mess.

How can anyone ever love me?

"Fuck," I mumble in response to a knock on the door.

"Go away," I choke out.

"Babe? It's me! What's wrong? Open the door!" Harry's voice pleads through the thick wood.

"NO!" I shout at him. He can't see me like this!

"Open. The. Door." he screams, pausing between each word, making it echo in my head.

I frantically roll my shirt back down, sniffle and try to wipe away the tears.

My hand shakes as I reach for the knob, twisting it hastily. I look at him with sad, insecure eyes.

Harry has a look of pure distress on his face. He's scared, unsure of what to do.

After a second of staring at the mess that is me, he pulls me into a deep, deep hug.

"Shh, babe. Everything is going to be alright." he coos into my shoulder, rubbing my back with his firm hands.

I let it go, let it all out. Violent sobs erupt from within, soaking his t shirt.

"Babe," he whispers as I feel his warm, comforting body detach from mine.

Harry still has a grasp on my forearm.

"What happened? Tell me."

he spoke softly, yet forcefully.

"Me. I'm a mess. I'm.."

Another wild sob interrupts me.

"I'm just disgusting..You don't know what it feels like to look in the mirror and hate your reflection!"

He pulls me in again, holding me in his big arms. He doesn't say a word for a while, just cradles me while I shake and cry and scream into his chest.

"Don't ever, ever say that about yourself ever again. You hear me? You are perfect. You're perfect, and you're beautiful, and don't you ever let anyone make you believe differently!"

Once again, the warmth of his big arms is gone, as he releases his grip on my body.

He sits me down on my bed, and sits himself next to me.

Taking my shaking hand, he looks straight into my eyes. He licks his lips and looks down quickly, then looks up and his eyes flutter shut.

I calm myself down, taking deep breaths and breathing in the reassuring sound of his beautiful, raspy voice.

"Your hand fits in mine like its made just for me,"

His eyes open as mine begin to tear.

"But bear this in mind, it was meant to be,"

Harry lifts his other hand and softly lays it on my cheek, rubbing my delicate skin with his thumb.

"And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheek, and it all makes sense to me."

Soft tears are falling from my eyes, astonished at the perfect human in front of me.

"I know you've never loved,

The crinkles by your eyes, when you smile,

You've never loved your stomach or your thighs.."

He hasn't taken my eyes off me, my emotions are all over the place. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.

"The dimples on your back,

at the bottom of your spine..

But I'll love them,

Endlessly.."

Every tear falling feels like a weight being lifted off my shoulder, every stupid comment I've made about myself disappears.

"I know you never loved the sound of your voice on tape,

You never want to know how much you weigh,

You still have to squeeze into your jeans.."

He takes my face between his hands, forcing me to look at him. His brows are furrowed, and I can tell..he's hurting for me.

Harry feels for me, because he truly loves me.

"But you're perfect to me."

I lose all self control and throw my arms around his neck as he holds me tight, lovingly.

"I love you."

"I love you, too. And all your little things, babe."