Harry Styles Imagines

Mirror Mirror

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Frizzy hair.

Dark circles.

Chubby arms.

Chubby thighs.

Fat.

Ugly.

Worthless.

Jumble of words that are said to herself as she looks in the mirror. A mirror that holds an image of a girl who doesn't see herself as beautiful as she truly is. A mirror that is making a girl feel anything but beautiful. A mirror that is causing so much pain.

It's not uncommon for girls to feel insecure, to feel as if everything they are is gross and ugly. For y/n, she was always insecure about something with her body. She never let it get to her until she started dating Harry. Seeing all of his ex's and friends with their perfect hair, perfect legs, perfect arms, perfect everything; the insecurities only heightened.

It didn't take long for y/n to develop an eating disorder. And it took an even shorter amount until the thoughts became something much worse. Three months of hardcore diets soon turned into a year of not eating. She was getting skinny and for a little while that's all that mattered. Until her hair started falling out, her skin became dull and her soul was tarnished.

Harry noticed. He noticed the second her smile wasn't her. He tried to help without pushing, but he didn't know how. He didn't want to make her feel anything else and the questions started coming to him, if this was his fault or could he have stopped this.

But finding her on the floor from fainting with not eating enough only confirmed that she did this to herself because her mind was playing tricks. Four years in therapy and she was better. Not healed because you can never be fully healed from this, the thoughts still come and you survive them. But she was better. She started eating again and was gaining her soul back. Until someone said that the dress she was wearing to the SNL after party looked a little tight.

"Y/n hey how are you?!" One of Harry's ex's but also friend says coming to hug her.

"I'm okay how are you?" Y/n says pulling away from the hug. "Wow you look beautiful"

"I know right!" She says running her hands down her dress. "You look great as well! And you can't even notice the dress being a little tight"

It was like those four years of recovery did nothing.

Y/n turns in the mirror sucking in her stomach trying to make it look smaller. She's so consumed by this mirror and herself that she doesn't realize Harry is leaning against the door way watching her. Watching her while his heart breaks.

"Stop that" He says coming over to her standing behind her. "Stop that"

"I wasn't doing anything" She says looking at him with blurry eyes. He sighs and goes to turn her around wrapping himself around her. Y/n out of instinct leans into him and holds his shirt.

"I don't understand" Harry mumbles out grasping y/n's neck to make her look up at him. "I don't understand how you can look in the mirror and think that you're any of those words going through that pretty little head of yours. I don't understand how you can feel that way when you are the most beautiful women in the world"