Harry styles Imagines (Book 1)

Don't change

You slam your laptop shut as the tears run down your face. You close your eyes to make yourself forget about the hurtful words, but you can still see their messages. Fat… ugly… worthless… They couldn’t all be true, right? You look at yourself in the mirror. *GIF* Your eyes were probably too close together, your stomach didn’t look as flat as did a few weeks ago, and your hair wasn’t all that great either. They were right.

“Baby, I’m home,” Harry throws open the door, and you wipe your eyes to get rid of the offending tears. “Hey, babe,” he frowns as he looks at you, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you fold your arms across your chest.

Harry throws his jacket on the chair as he walks over to you. You avoid looking at him as he wraps his arms around you. “Baby, you can tell me anything. What’s wrong?”

“Harry, am I pretty?” you ask suddenly.

“What?” he asks. He sees how serious you are, and he smiles. “You’ll always be the most beautiful woman I know.”

“But how do you know that’s true? You’re out touring in countries all over the world! How do you know that you won’t meet someone prettier or funnier?” you ask burying your face in your hands. “I’m not good enough for you.”

Harry leads you to the bed, and he sits you down on his lap. “Baby, let me reassure you that my feelings are unconditional.” He buries his face in your neck. “I’ll still love you when your hair turns gray, when you gain a little weight. Honey, the way I feel will always be the same just as long as your love don’t change.”

“Harry, baby, I will always love you,” you whisper. “I just can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

“The way we are will always be the same,” he reassures you. “I’m not impressed by those girls on TV or magazines because your beauty is more than just skin deep. It’s everything about you that lets me know that I am truly blessed.”

You lean against him smiling as he kisses you. “Even when you get on my last nerve, I can’t picture myself with someone else,” you admit.

“Oh, honey, we both know that I never do anything to get on your nerves,” he teases as he gently tugs your curly hair. “But seriously, you shouldn’t waste your time worrying about small things that ain’t relevant to me. You’re all that I want and I need. Baby, darling, I swear that I ain’t going anywhere.”

“I love you so much. I’ll be everything you need and more,” you say.

“All you need to be is yourself,” he says. “Just as long as your love doesn’t change, I’ll always be here.”

“I’m so lucky to have you,” you admit kissing his cheek.

“Aw, c’mon, babe,” he whines. “Give me a real kiss!”

You laugh at his playful behavior, but you are more than happy to oblige to his wishes.