Harry Styles Imagines

PERSONAL IMAGINE!

I chose to put the song Beautiful by Christina Aguilera for everyone who is struggling, feeling insecure or unloved. You're beautiful and welcomed in every way. So don't feel any different okay?

Remember Byoutiful ❤

I love you. Xoxoxo

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT, IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP!

A personal for dakotadreamer hope you like it love. xxx
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----|Dakota's P.O.V.|----

Harry, my boyfriend of almost a year, pulled me more into him, as we cuddled on the couch of our shared apartment watching 'Love Actually'.
He can't get enough of that movie, I swear. He was flipping through channels on the tv and a scene caught his eye, so he dragged me to the living room to cuddle with him while we watch it.

The movie stopped for the advertisement break but what came on, made me frustrated and very uncomfortable. It was an ad talking about Taylor Swift and the details of her upcoming performance in a Victoria's Secret live show. My insecurities kicked in, like they always do, and the feeling of not being good enough for Harry was eating my mind.

I was overweight, and everytime I rememeber how skinny the V.S. angels that Harry used to hang out with as 'friends' or his ex Taylor that is also in a perfectly shaped body are, I feel like burying myself and disappearing. And to add to the 'problem' I wore glasses! And by their mention, I pushed them up as they were about to fall off my nose.

I won't lie, sometimes I get the urge to cut my inner thighs like I used to, but everytime I remember the promise I made to Harry to never, ever do it again, I shake the idea away.

I looked down at my legs that were pressed against my chest and noticed Harry's baggy gym short that I was wearing, has pulled up, revealing the stretch marks of my thigh and showing the extra amount of flesh and skin I was ashamed of. So I fixed them back to how they should be, covering my thigh reaching before my knee.

Harry had already noticed my discomfort and actions so he sat back a bit to look at my face. His furrowed eyebrows hinted that he had an idea of what was going through my head but he still asked, "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," I stuttered, drifting my gaze back to the television to find that the movie was back on. He grabbed the remote and turned it off.

"No, something is wrong, I know it. Are you back to feeling insecure about your weight because of the models and Taylor?" He pointed his thumb to the tv to indicate about the previous commercial.

I looked down, hoping that the light in the room would reflect on my glasses and hide the sadness and hurt in my eyes.

"Dakota!" He spoke sternly but not loud. That curly head always used that tone when he wanted to drag the words out of me.

"Harry I will never stop being insecure because I'm not good enough for you. You deserve those skinny and beautiful gi-"

"Shut up," his whisper cut me off. "Shut up, shut up! I don't wanna hear that bullshit, I don't want or need any of them, all I want is you Dakota. You! If I wanted them, I wouldn't have been with you right now and for the past year. You're my love and my beauty, and I would never change you for the world. I love you and your body and everything about you! Why can't you see it yourself? How beautiful and amazing you are?!"

"BECAUSE IT'S NOT TRUE!" I screamed in his face, a sob following right behind.

"This is the most truthful thing I have ever said to anyone. I swear!"