Harry Styles Imagines

22. Insecurities

Your baby girl of five months finally fell asleep after hours and hours of crying. You felt exhausted when you plopped down on your bed. A sigh left your mouth and your eyes fluttered closed. When you opened your eyes again, you noticed your t-shirt had lifted up a bit, showing off the skin underneath it. Another huge sigh blew past your lips at the sight.

Purple, red and blue scratch marks covered up most of your belly. Softly, without actually touching the skin, you traced the ugly marks with your index finger. Your bottom lip started to tremble a little, all kind of thoughts swirling in your head. Harry would never want to see you naked again, you thought to yourself.

A quiet tear escaped your eye when you kept examining your abdomen. At that exact moment, you felt so insecure and ugly. All you wanted to do was cry. But, you couldn't. You didn't want to wake up your beautiful baby. She needed her sleep.

You whimpered one last time, but then decided to get up to change in your pajamas. You lifted your t-shirt over your head and searched for Harry's to change in. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door and without waiting for an answer, Harry quietly opened the door. Your eyes widened when you realised you were just wearing your shorts and bra, the stretch marks in full view.

"Harry," you whispered, not wanting to wake up your baby. Without another word being exchanged between you two, you ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Tears immediately ran down your face. Harry started knocking on the door, asking what just happened. With a sob leaving your mouth, you pulled Harry's t-shirt over your head and tried to calm down.

"Baby?" Your husband questioned, knocking once more on the door. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

You didn't find the strength in you to answer, so you just kept your mouth shut.

"Can you please let me in?" He asked again, almost begging. You unlocked the door, but didn't look him in the eye. You hated the fact you felt so insecure about this, especially in front of your husband.

Harry's hand quickly found their way to your hips, pulling you in a tight hug. The warmth of his chest felt so good against your skin. After a couple of minutes of holding each other, your tears had stopped falling and you took a deep breath.

"Please, look at me, [Y/N]," Harry softly spoke, lifting your head so you could make eye contact with him. His green eyes were filled with sadness and worries. "Why did you run away?"

You lifted your t-shirt up for what felt like the hundredth time today and you looked down again. "I hate them," you whispered sadly and you tried not cry all over again. Out of nowhere, Harry placed his hands on your belly.

"[Y/N]..." His voice cracked a little while he tried to found the right words to say.

"You, my love, are the most beautiful person I ever laid eyes on. These," he rubbed his hand gently over your tummy and sighed, "These are just the proof of how strong you have been and how strong you are. I never want you to feel ugly, got it? You are perfect just the way you are, with or without stretch marks. You gave me one of the most precious things in my life and I can't thank you enough for that. I love you so much, baby. "

After his little speech, he pressed a kiss against your forehead. Your arms wrapped around his torso immediately and you pressed your face in his shirt, taking in his scent.

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, my love. Now, c'mon, I wanna cuddle with my extremely beautiful wife."

A small smile found its way on your face and Harry felt happy knowing he had succeeded in making you feel a bit better. He hated seeing you sad or you having thoughts like that.

As long as he was by your side, everything was going to be fine.