Harry styles headcanons

14- beautiful inside and out

Harry x plus size! reader

Warnings: self loathe, issues with body image, smut, fluff, hateful words.

There you stood in front of your mirror in the dress that Harry loved on you. But the dress wasn't dressing. Dresses were meant to look beautiful on you! On anyone but this certain dress just provoked all the ugliness out of you. You had been staring at your reflection for a good 20 minutes by now, your eyes staring at every negative part of you that you'd change in an instance. Your fingers gently smoothed over your tummy before moving to your hips... too big... too fat... too ugly. Tears began to freely stream down your cheeks. You wanted to be beautiful for Harry... for your date... for your special night with him but you just weren't beautiful you were anything but beautiful.

"I'm home!" Harry's voice rang throughout the house but when he didn't get an answer or the familiar sound of footsteps rushing to him he became slightly concerned "y/n?" He called propping his sunglasses up on his forehead, his hair curling into his sunglasses as he made his way upstairs and the scene in front of him absolutely tore him apart. You stood there, arms wrapped around your belly as you sobbed your eyes squeezed shut, the dress clinging to your body made you look beautiful yet seeing you cry made his heart shatter, he took his sunglasses off dropping them onto the banister as he rushed to you "y/n? Hey hey" he arms encircled around you as you fell into his embrace, broken sobs leaving your lips as he held you up rubbing up and down your back slowly and gently "what happened? What happened?" He asked worriedly "I-I don't look good... I-I look so fat..." you spat out your own hurtful words directed towards yourself insulting him "don't you dare call yourself those nasty things" he said quietly his hand gently cupping the back of your head as he gazed down at you "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." you whispered your words soon silencing as you just held onto him "you don't have to be sorry" he said gently  "of course I do! I'm not perfect..." you said sadly, a extremely upset look forming on his face as he frowned

He took your face into his hands, the rings that adorned his fingers rubbed against your skin gently the coolness melting away your tears instantly "you're not perfect no..." more tears streamed down your cheeks slowly and pathetically "you're real." He simply said his eyes soft "id prefer the real you over the perfect you every day... the real you has issues, problems, imperfections, sadness... everything that I have but y/n that doesn't make you any less beautiful. You're gorgeous. No matter what you see staring back at you in your reflection... what I'll always see is a beautiful woman who doesn't know her worth." He said softly and gently his hands gently moving down to rest against your hips as he rubbed up and down against the material of the dress, soothing your agitated body. "You're beautiful y/n." He said softly as you gazed up into his eyes, his thumbs gently rubbed circles into your hips comforting you in more ways than just one "but-" he cut you off, silencing you "you're beautiful." He said once again but he meant it. From the bottom of his heart. He meant it. Wholeheartedly. "It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or says... you're beautiful inside and out never forget that... you take my breath away every single time I see you.... You're my perfect girl."

A soft smile tugged at your lips but you didn't believe him, you never really would... you often struggled with your body image and well it didn't help the fact that your insecurities were your worst enemy. "I'll get ready for the date" you said going to retouch your mascara but before you could he had grabbed a hold of your wrist pulling you back to him wrapping one arm around your waist his other hand cupping your cheek "we aren't going on the date" he said softly and you furrowed your brows confused, immediate worried thoughts consuming you but before you could even say anything he pulled you close to him his lips pressing against yours in a passionate yet soft kiss, his hands rubbing up and down your sides slowly and gently. "Why?" You asked quietly his lips capturing yours in another sweet kiss as your hand delicately moved up to cup his cheek in your hand, your fingertips brushing against his jawline. He didn't say anything he simply locked your lips in yet another kiss, this time not pulling back as you began kissing him back and he began walking forward as you moved backwards, body still close to his, his hand skilfully unzipping the back of your dress "I'm going to show you how much I love you... and how you deserve all the love in the world." He said softly gently pushing the dress off of your shoulders and as it fell around your feet he simply stared in awe, gazing at you... taking you all in. You were gorgeous... perfect... in every single way possible. He would do anything absolutely anything for you to see yourself from his perspective, then you'd see how truly gorgeous you were.

His hands smoothed against your bare skin his fingertips trailing over your stretch marks, the little imperfections you saw in yourself and as you stayed standing he slowly got onto his knees, his lips caressing each and every little stretch mark on your skin, his lips leaving wet little trails along your skin as you held onto his hair fluttering your eyes shut. He worshipped you and the ground you walked on. "So fucking beautiful" he murmured softly "lay down on the bed for me sweetheart..." he ordered gently and you did as told laying down on the bed but he stayed kneeling, his large hands soon grabbing a hold of your ankles as he pulled you so your ass was near the edge of the bed, his head in between your thighs as he left plenty of little affectionate kisses on your inner thighs before he slowly removed your underwear and without warning his tongue immediately dove right in, your hand gripping at his curly hair as you tilted your head back squeezing your eyes shut the suffocating pleasure already driving you insane. His eyes remained on your reactions, noting what you enjoyed, his tongue flicked against your clit sucking and kneading, soft, slow then fast- all the perfect actions "such a good girl... you gonna come on my tongue hm? Such a good fucking girl" he said softly, his hands gripping at your thighs as he continued to make you feel loved in every single way possible "tell me you're beautiful" he demanded, "w-what?" You asked your brain not working, your mind fuzzy... your only thought was him and him only. He drove you crazy and you couldn't think of anything but him

"Tell me you're beautiful" he repeated once again, pulling away as he gazed up at you his tongue being replaced by two of his fingers his thumb continuously caressing your clit making it even harder for you to focus. It took you a good few tries but after the third attempt the two simple words came flying out "I-I'm beautiful" you cried out and Harry hummed "goddamn right you're so beautiful" he said "keep on telling me that... be a good girl and keep telling me that" he ordered, his mouth soon attacking your pussy in the most pleasurable way possible, your back arching as your breathing grew impossibly faster, he added his fingers along with his tongue making the perfect mix "I cant hear you sweetheart" he said softly "I'm beautiful... I'm so beautiful... I- I- oh Harry" your words were cut off by your moan as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your first orgasm growing closer and closer to the point you couldn't think anymore but you knew he wouldn't let you forget how beautiful you were his next words confirming your assumptions

"That's right. So. Fucking. Beautiful."