WARNING: may or may not be kind of dirty
You sighed as you looked into the mirror. You had decided to buy a new red lace lingerie to show off to Harry later, but now you weren't so sure. You admit, you weren't skinny like all of the other girls Harry had dated. You didn't have a flat tummy, a thigh gap, perky boobs, nor long skinny legs.
You slowly started to pick out your flaws one by one. You were so zoned out picking out your imperfections that you didn't even hear Harry come into the room.
"Woah, babe-," He gasped, looking up and down your body with hungry eyes.
"Harry!" You squeaked frightened, trying to cover your body as embarrassment washed over you.
"Why are you covering yourself up?" He pout, walking towards you which you only took a step back each time until your back hit the wall.
You looked down, insecure. You hated the way you looked so much. You didn't even know why Harry wanted to be with you in the first place. Your mind then wandered to those hate comments to you when Harry announced that you two were together.
"Why is he with a plus size??"
"She's pretty but she needs to lose some weight lol"
"Harry could do so much better"
"Is he doing charity work or something? LMFAO"
You weren't that insecure about your body until all those hate comments came in. You don't know why it affected you so much, but sadly it did.
"Pet? Are you okay?" Harry asked as he noticed you were in space, staring at the ground.
"Why are you with me, Harry?" You questioned barely above a whisper, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.
"W-what? Why would you even ask that, love?" He frowned, picking your head up and looking into your sad eyes.
"I'm not a model. I'm not skinny, I don't have a thigh gap, I don't have long skinny legs, I don't have a flat tummy, I don't have perky bo-,"
"And you're still perfect to me. Baby- I don't care if you're not a model, a thigh gap, perky boobs, or a flat stomach. I'm with you because I love you. I love you more than I have ever love anyone before, Y/N. You're so perfect in my eyes. I love your curves. I love your boobs just the way they are. I love your thick thighs, gosh you don't even know how much I love your thighs when I eat you out, baby,"
You blushed hard, a small smile tugging at your lips as you looked away from his eyes.
"-I love you, pet. I love you so much just the way you are," Harry whispered to you softly.
"I love you too, Harry. Thank you for making me the happiest girl in this world," You breathed out happily, pecking his lips.
"Mm, maybe you can make me the happiest boy in this world too?" He smirked, causing you to giggle.
"What do you have in mind, Styles?" You bit your lips, knowing exactly what he had in mind.
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"Please, just one more round?" Harry pleaded as he breathed out heavily, still coming down from his high as he laid down beside you.
"One more round? Are you crazy, babe? We've been going at it five times already. I'm too sensitive," You panted, feeling your core and legs aching, still trembling from the last round. You knew for a fact that you would not be able to walk tomorrow.
"But you just looked so f***ing sexy today, darling. Wanna make love to you all night and remind you how beautiful you are. I'll go slower, I promise," He groaned into your ear, already peppering small kisses around your neck then down your chest.
"Okay, fine," You moaned out as Harry was down at your aching, dripping core once again.
