He Makes You Insecure, (Louis, Part 1/2):
(just a quickie, can I just say I have NOTHING against any of the boys and I know that they wouldn't say any of this stuff.)
"Do you want anything lads?" You ask making your way into the kitchen going to get yourself a snack.
"Can I just have a class of coke please love?" Louis smiles at you and you nod.
"sure, anyone else?" All the other boys shake their heads. "okay then."
You walk over to the fridge and get the can of coke, you had shut the door a little bit as you came into the kitchen because a scene came on in the movie that you didn't like so you shut the door to stop yourself from seeing it.
You're in the middle of walking back through the kitchen to take Louis his drink when you hear him sigh.
"what's up?" You hear Liam's voice.
You're still stood in the middle of the kitchen with the glass in your hand listening to their conversation. "nothing." He replies bluntly.
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion; you weren't going back through yet because Louis was about to continue what he was saying.
"just (Y/N)."
just (Y/N)? What's that supposed to mean?
"She's always eating. It's like she's got a large family in her stomach that needs feeding 24/7."
You don't eat 24/7. That wasn't true. But you did like to snack.
"that's not a bad thing mate." Liam was speaking again and you were silently cheering him on.
"it is if her skin's becoming a state, she's waking up to a face full of spots every morning then complaining about it. Which dr-"
You let go of the cup and it smashes to the ground, shards of glass going in all directions of the room. Shards cutting through your thin leggings and into your smooth skin.
"What the hell happened?" Louis is making his way over to you trying to help you but you shake him off.
You glare at him and then the boys standing looking at you in shock.
"What're you all looking at? Are my spots becoming noticeable from behind my foundation?"You leave it there and walk past them all and run upstairs. Your bedroom door was open and you walk in and slam the door shut, running into the bathroom and locking that behind you.
You run your delicate fingers over your cheeks and feel little bumps underneath your makeup.
It is true. Your skin is disgusting.
Tears slide their way down your cheeks and onto the tiled floor beneath you.All you see in the mirror is ugliness.
"I'm disgusting."
What you don't know is, Louis is outside the door listening to everything you're saying to yourself.
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One Direction Preferences
Fanfiction☆ ayo:) here there's some preferences and imagines thrown together so, enjoy. ☆ ✿ the preferences start at 10 now because i deleted the parts before that, the first preference up until about preference 24 were written a long time ago and they aren't...
