Louis' pov
I open my eyes and look at my nightmare. The mirror. It shows all my flaws. It pretty much laughs at me. I wish I was pretty like Harry. I wish I could see myself in his eyes. I wish I saw the beautiful and amazing person he says I am. I wish my mind didn't mock me. I wish I was perfect. I wish-
"Lou? Are you okay my love? You have been in there for awhile. Can I come in sweets?"
"I'm okay Haz. You can come in if you want."
He opens the door and steps in the bathroom. I know he can see it in my eyes of what I've been doing. He smiles softly and comes behind me, hugging me from behind.
"You are so beautiful my love. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." he mutters into my sholder.
"How do you see me?"
"Well I see my amazing husband who loves to cuddle, who makes me so unbelievably happy, who is so beautiful the greek gods are quaking, a great brother, an even better friend, and my favorite person."
By this point I had tears streaming down my face with a smile.
"Thats how you see me?"
"Thats how I see you my angel. I love you Louis."
"I love you too Harry."
I didn't lie to Harry that I loved him but I wish I felt loved by him.
A/N
Im sorry it's so short. It's gonna be hard to write Louis as insecure because in my eyes he's perfect but I was really inspired by something so yeah. I hope you enjoyed it :)
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