Hey guys! This is my first full pref! It’s “He talks to the boys about you bodies ‘flaws’ and it makes you feel insecure”. Hope you like it! :) Sorry it’s so sad! I’ll try to make my next one happy! :) This is the link to it on wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/7143842-one-direction-preferences-he-talks-to-the-boys?d=ud
Happy Reading and enjoy the rest of your weekend! :)
<33 Abby :) xx
Zayn: You and your boyfriend, Zayn, had been together for quite sometime now. Even though you had only been living together for a couple months, it felt like much longer. Today, you and Zayn had spent the morning relaxing, and in the early afternoon the pair of you had gone to the gym. Zayn pumped iron like he usually did, and you did some yoga to help you fully enjoy this tranquil day. When you returned home, Zayn drank a protein shake and rushed off to take a shower. You changed from your adorable Lululemon yoga clothes into loose sweats and a wifebeater. You loved how Zayn made you feel so beautiful that you were comfortable wearing anything around him. He made you feel like his queen regardless of whether you were wearing a dress and heels or messy hair and a t shirt. You were lounging about in the living room when you heard the familiar and urgent vibration of an iPhone coming from the bedroom. You followed the buzzing to the dresser of your classy and modern all-white bedroom that the two of you shared. It was Zayn’s. You picked it up to see that it was Harry. The text read from the lock screen:
“But your girl is gorgeous inside and out so I don’t know what you’re complaining about”
What? You thought, scrunching up your forehead in confusion. The iPhone buzzed in your handagain. Louis.
“You really don’t deserve to have a girlfriend if you say stuff like that about her.”
Okay, what is going on? You thought as you unlocked Zayn’s iPhone to reveal a group message between all of the boys. You scroll up to earlier in the conversation to see what this was all about.
Niall: (Y/N) is so nice, she’s so good to you
Zayn: Yeah she’s a doll but she’s not perfect
Liam: Yeah but no one is haha
Zayn: She just isn’t as in shape as I’d like her to be….wish she took working out a little more seriously.
You slammed his iPhone down in anger. How dare he, You thought as you spun away from the dresser. Your vision quickly blurred with rageful tears. You stormed out of the room and down the hallway until you were in front of the biggest mirror in your house, your stomps making the delicate house shake with anger. You stared at yourself.
Your vision first fell to your arms. They aren’t flabby, but obviously not toned enough for Zayn, you thought bitterly. Next, your eyes fell to your stomach. Oh. Your fingers gingerly lifted up your tank top, revealing your soft tummy. You had always considered it flat, but you now noticed it was sort of round…it had dimension. You immediately dropped the hem of your tank top, terrified. You quickly clench your foreman across your navel, as if pressing against it would make it flatter.
And now everything about you was wrong. Your thighs were too thick, cheeks too big, arms too untoned, stomach too round. You thought you had been good enough to get Zayn.
Louis: Your life was perfect. You were dating a member of One Direction, Louis, every girl’s fantasy. The two of you had just returned for a luxurious 2 week long vacation in the Caribbean, and he had just taken you shopping on Rodeo Drive the day before. You felt like a million bucks with your ultra dark tan and brand new designer clothes. Today was less climactic than the past couple weeks had been, but none the less you were excited for what it had to offer. Louis had been at the studio all day, and you decided to drop in with Starbucks for the boys and maybe catch up for a bit. You slept in, and then spent the rest of the morning getting ready, making sure your hair fell in perfect waves and your makeup enhanced your deep tan. You threw on your new Gucci Sundress, Chanel sunglasses, and Louboutin wedges. It was flattering without looking like you were trying too hard. You grabbed the keys to your new white Lambo (also a gift from Lou) and headed to Starbucks to pick up the boys’ usuals. It was a perfect LA day, warm and breezy with the gorgeous sun shining down on you as you breezed through the streets with the top down. You noticed yourself smiling—not for any particular reason, just because you were truly happy with your life. You reached the recording studio and parked right in front. You balanced a drink carrier in each hand and bumped the car door shut with your hip, and strutted into the building like a VS angel on the runway. The receptionist pointed you to the recording suite the boys were in and you found it without a problem. As you approached the their suite, you heard them talking and laughing, and figured Louis was telling them about all the fabulous times you had had in the last couple weeks.
“Well, how do I put this…” You heard Louis’s voice and you smiled instantly. He had that effect on you.
”..She’s curvy in all the wrong places.” You stopped dead in your tracks, stunned at what you just heard. You threw the Starbucks in the trash, and before you knew it you were running out of the studio and into your Lambo. When you adjusted the rear view mirror you noticed the shiny tears on your face. You quickly jerked the mirror back. You drove back to your apartment in a manic hurry, narrowly avoiding an accident. As you were running up the stairs, you remembered you forgot to put the top back up. You didn’t care.
You stood in front of the largest mirror of your apartment. Your face was soaking wet now, but your eyes were squeezed shut. You were afraid to open them and see what Louis saw.
But of course, you did.
And what you saw was frightening. You had never realized before the wideness of your hips and the curve of your tummy. That several thousand dollar sundress was taught around your midsection.
You squeezed your eyes shut tighter than before, ashamed of your own reflection.
Niall: It had been a delightfully busy workweek for both yourself and your boyfriend, Niall. The two of you had been so caught up in your careers that it left little time to spend with each other. But Friday nights were always reserved for partying and spending time with friends exclusively, and that was exactly what the two of you were planning to do. Niall and the boys were going to their favorite bar, and of course, you were invited. You knew they’d arrive fresh from the studio and in desperate need of relaxation, so you planned to give them a little guy time while you freshened up after work. You changed from your regular office outfit of a collared shirt and pencil skirt to a cute dress and heels. You were feeling pretty great as you headed to the bar, knowing your boyfriend and best friends were waiting. Even though it was just a dimly lit pub, you knew what it meant to the boys. You approached them from behind as they were sitting on green leather stools at the bar drinking pints, Niall’s favorite. You smiled and quickened your pace, eager to be greeted by your favorite people. You were about to place your hand on Niall’s shoulder when you heard this leave his lips: “She eats as much as I do, and she’s been gaining weight like crazy,” he paused, taking a sip “I just wish she would lose it.”
Bam. The truth comes out. It hits you like speeding car. You hurry to the bathroom, embarrassed to even be on the same planet as Niall. The bathroom is washed in awful yellow light, and reeks of vomit and industrial cleaner. You grip the sink as hard as you can, struggling to keep yourself upright. You stare into its dirty basin, at its rusty drain, at its stained porcelain walls, challenging yourself to not look up into the mirror. Challenge lost.
The first thing you saw was your cheeks, which were the fullest and roundest they’d ever been in your life. Next your arms, which were thick, but obviously not in a good way. Then your hips, which were much too wide.
You fall to your knees and back into the sink as your lunch empties from your stomach, worsening the putrid smell of the cramped bathroom.
Guess you really can’t have it all.
Liam: Your boyfriend, Liam, was something of a mega superstar. Your relationship was everything you’d hoped it would be, full of trust and honesty. It was so good, in fact, the two of you had gotten an apartment together. It was perfect, the way sunlight filled the rooms and made them feel so warm and happy, just like your relationship. Liam was finally off tour, and had been spending a lot of time at the apartment with you, trying to relax and catch up with you. You had appreciated it infinitely, you loved how he put his utmost effort into being with you. You loved how he made you feel so respected and important, it was the reason why you were always smiling.
Today Liam had been in his study all day, presumably working or twitcamming the fans like he was so famous for. Your day had been quite normal, and so far you had only slept in and gotten ready. You were wearing an aztec-print tank top and high waisted faded denim Levi shorts. Your hair was in it’s natural messy waves, and your makeup was minimal. You thought you looked pretty hip, pretty cute. You check the clock and decide to make some lunch for Liam. Seeing as you were very handy in the kitchen, you whip up the perfect grilled cheese and tomato soup in no time flat. You put it on a cute little tray and walk towards his study, your bare feet gently tapping the hard wood floor. The door to his study was shut, which was odd because he always left it wide open. He had nothing to hide. The number one rule in your relationship was no secrets, which he had made very clear to you early on. You squeeze the door knob and twist it carefully, cracking the white door open. You tried desperately hard not to make a sound. You hear an Irish accent crack a joke and then a chorus of laughter. He was twitcamming the boys.
“I’ve been having a great time, but something was different when I came back,” Liam spoke, as calm as ever.
“Well what was that?” A Sussex accent inquired. Now you were curious.
“(Y/N) really let herself go,” Liam continued. “She’s gained so much weight.”
You start to feel dizzy, as if your head and body were in two completely different realities. You lean against the wall and grip the tray as hard as you could so that you wouldn’t drop it and make a sound. When you regain balance, you carefully walk back to the kitchen and set the tray down, and then the dizziness hits you again. You lean over against the island and grip your head, trying to find a way out. You stumble into the living room, in front of the largest mirror in your apartment. You look yourself up and down, scanning for imperfections. Your thighs and stomach seemed to bulge, and you run to your room to change into something more modest. You put on a pair of loose jeans and a baggy shirt and throw the shorts and tank top into the trash as one thought plays on repeat in your mind:
I have never been so ashamed.
Harry: Your relationship with your boyfriend Harry was fairly new. You had only been dating 3 months, but you had grown very close in that time, spending every possible moment together. On this particular day, Harry had plans with some old friends so you planned to spend some time on at the coffee shop and do some school work. This coffee shop was a favorite of the both of you, Harry had first introduced you to it on a date and you loved it instantly. The atmosphere was welcoming and the coffee was GREAT. You arrive and order your usual, a peppermint mocha. You sit down in a booth with tall, tall walls, and begin to work. It had been about an hour when the shop door opens and two sets of shoes smack the brick floor, and a few minutes later, the squeaking of bodies sliding into the vinyl seats of the booth behind you. You hadn’t really been paying attention until you hear a very familiar laugh coming from the booth behind you. Uncomfortably familiar, in fact. You sit straight up and press your head against the seat of the booth before you hear that laugh again. Harry. Harry was in the booth next to yours. You knew he didn’t know you were here, you hadn’t told him your plans for the day. You slowly creep to the edge of the booth, trying to listen in on the conversation.
“So how’s (Y/N)?” An unfamiliar voice asks from a few feet away.
“She’s wonderful.” Harry answers, and you can hear the soft smile on his lips.
“No complaints?” The voice inquires again.
“Well,” Harry begins, and you hear the smile disappear. “She could do use some dieting and working out, she’s a bit too round for my tastes.”
It hits you like a bullet to the head. You start sweating and shaky, you desperately want to run but you can’t. All you can do is wait. You’re helpless, and it’s one of the most miserable feelings in the world.
You wrap your arms around you, with your hands at your waist. You feel softness, pudginess.
Gross, you think as you smack your hands back to the seat of the booth. You look into your lap.
Wow, I could not have bigger thighs. You think as you exhale slowly, sweating and quivering harder than before. You feel a tear cross your delicate cheek and then you feel the worst feeling you had ever felt about yourself: shame.