You were sitting on your bed, staring at your thighs. To you, they were huge, and had no purpose. You didn't stop staring until your boyfriend, Niall, came into the room with some food. "Hey princess! You hungry?" He says while putting the food down on the bed. "No, I think I might go on a diet." "A diet? Why?" He looks really concerned. "Well, for starters, my thighs are the size of boulders, I have to actually JUMP to fit in my jeans. I'm fat." You start crying. "Babe! No your not! You are beautiful!" "Niall don't try to butter me up to make me feel good." His lip starts to quaver, and he crawls to you and hugs you. "Princess, if you were fat, why would I feed you food like this? If you were fat, why would I call you gorgeous? If you were fat, why would I touch you? Even if you were, your still perfect to me." You both are looking into each others eyes. "I- I guess your right." "Don't guess, because I AM." You smile and kiss Niall on the cheek. "Thanks babe, you ARE right." You both giggle and eat a whole bunch of food.
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One Direction Imagines
FanfictionHere are some imagines I wrote awhile ago when I was first into the fandom, haha. Not the greatest but that's my opinion! But here you go! :)
