Wroetofreezy One Shots

//6 - reassurance {REQUEST}

A.N: my first request, for @beamerboyx . i hope that you enjoy it! also wanted to quickly say thanks for 100 reads so far, it means a lot :)

Prompt: Harry thinks he's ugly, so Cal tries to prove him wrong.

[1410 words approx.]

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Cal POV

"Morning babe," I yawn, spotting my boyfriend while trudging slowly into the kitchen. Harry is perched on the counter next to the sink, munching contentedly on a slice of buttered bread. I note that two slots of the toaster are occupied as well. He glances over at me, and smiles.

"Hey Cal," he says, seeming a lot more chipper than I am feeling. I wonder how long he's been up for. It doesn't like it's been much longer than me, as he's still dressed in his sleepwear; a loose fitting T-Shirt and baggy joggers. His hair is messy, but that's a normal part of his look.

"Sleep okay?" I ask casually, leaning back against the counter opposite him. I run my fingers quickly through my cropped hair, attempting to flatten it down a bit.

"Yeah, fine. You?" He responds politely, taking another bite out of his bread.

"Good. I was out like a light last night," I say, and stifle another yawn with my hand.

"I know," he grins. "I had to listen to you snoring for half an hour before I went to sleep." I reach over to him, and smack his leg playfully.

"I do not snore," I insist, earning a skeptical look.

"You really do. There may as well of been some late night construction going on in the flat," he laughs, and I fake an unamused huff, folding my arms tightly across my chest.

"It's a good job you're cute," I say. "Or else there's no way that I'd let you get away with that." He gives me a small, disbelieving smile.

"You're so sappy Cal. Even if you are deluded," he half jokes. I frown at him slightly.

"How am I deluded?" I pry, carefully. He shifts slightly, seeming uncomfortable. I can tell that there's something on his mind.

"I'm not cute at all. I'm ugly," he responds, with a barely noticeable undertone of upset.

"You're not ugly, Harry," I say firmly, and he shakes his head.

"Just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean that you have to lie," he says quietly. "I know I'm clapped." He meets my eyes with a sad smile, which almost breaks my heart.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" I ask, gently. He shrugs. "You're beautiful. Why would I lie?"

"I don't know Cal," he sighs. "To make me feel better or something?"

"Why do you think you're ugly?" I question. He avoids looking at me, seeming to find his hands in his lap very interesting all of a sudden.

"I dunno," he answers, flatly. "I just am."

"Harry, I need you to listen to me, okay?" I say sternly, and move to stand directly in front of him.

"Can you hop down for a second?" I ask. He complies, sliding off the counter, and standing pretty much chest to chest with me. He still avoids meeting my gaze, so I hook a finger under his chin, and gently lift his head up. His blue eyes finally meet mine.

"Harry Lewis. I stand here, and swear on everything sacred that what I'm about to say is nothing but the truth. You are the most beautiful," I put my lips against his forehead;