#vs18

Warnings: possible trigger for people going through weight problems

You had originally wanted to attend the fashion show in Shanghai to watch Harry perform, but there were too many obstacles in the way. If you really wanted to, you could have gone all too easily. But the pressing obstacle was that you would be in a room full of flat toned stomachs and too many of Harry’s exes. Considering just how insecure you are, you knew that those things wouldn’t mix well and that’s why you made an excuse about not being able to get a visa.

Because of that, you had settled with just watching the show in your shared living room when it aired, but what you didn’t expect to see was Harry looking at Candice Swanepoel like he should be looking at you; with what seemed like utmost lust.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of the television as Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of her. When she finally exited the stage, you snapped yourself out of it and quickly turned off the television in a haste.

You thought that watching the show on television would be much better than being there to see it in real life, but now you weren’t so sure. You assumed the problem was gonna be all of Harry’s exes, all of his beautiful exes that were superior to you in every way, or at least it seemed. But it wasn’t, it was a new girl. A girl that was married for god’s sake. You knew you shouldn’t have been panicking but you couldn’t help it. You were everything Candice was not; insecure, chubby, sarcastic, brunette. The list could go on.

This is what brought you to in front of the full sized mirror in your bathroom with your shirt somewhere on the floor, just marvelling at all the random marks and scars that were invisible to you before.

You were criticizing yourself so hard in that moment which led you failing to notice the door being shut and the clatter of boots hitting the floor, slowly nearing where you were standing.

It wasn’t until Harry had his arms wrapped around you from behind that you snapped out of your gaze and met his eyes in the mirror.

“Love, what’s going on ‘ere?” Harry murmured into your ear.

You suddenly turn around in his arms, “Am I pretty enough for you, Harry?”

His arms tighten the slightest bit.

“Of course you are love, you’re the prettiest girl I know,”

“Oh,” you can’t help but think a snide comment to yourself, other than Candice, that is.

“Why are you asking, Baby?”

“No reason,” you say, head still down facing Harry’s boots.

Suddenly your chin is lifted up and you’re staring into his emerald eyes.

“Love, this isn’t normal, what brought this on?” Harry asked concerned, gazing into your eyes and trying to find the cause of your suddenly more apparent insecurities.

It’s like a switch had turned off in you, because when he said that, you quickly ripped yourself out of his arms and grabbed your shirt.

“Wo-oah there, love, what’s going on?”

“You fucking know exactly what’s going on, Harry. And so does everyone else who’s watched the fucking show!” you scream out.

“What in the bloody hell are you talking about?” Harry shouts out, equally as loud and as harsh as you had.

“Oh, don’t act dumb, I saw the way you were looking at her.”

Your words get quieter as you finish the sentence, losing your anger. The rage in you had now sizzled down to a deep sadness.

Harry notices the change in your voice and waddles over to you.

“I still don’t understand, Y/N.”

You look up and see his concerned face, did he really not know?

“Ca-andice,” you stutter out, defeated.

“What about her?”

“She’s fucking gorgeous, Harry.”

“She’s everything I’m not,” you say in a quieter voice afterwards.

“Oh, baby, no. No! You’ve got it wrong, we’re just friends,”

“Harry, don’t deny it. I saw the way you were looking at her. It was the way you’re supposed to look at me!”

“Y/N, I love you. No Victoria’s Secret model of any kind could ever replace you, baby.”

“Bu-but what about all of your exes?” you question.

“Oh, my baby,” Harry murmurs, now understanding why you’ve been acting the way you are. He brings you into his arms with a tight hug and kisses your forehead.

He pulls back just for a moment to look into your eyes, he’s always said that they’re his favorite part of you.

“Let me show you, love,”

He guides you back over to the mirror and forces you to look at yourself with him.

“Wanna know what I love about you, Y/N?” he asks.

You stare up at him, a signal to continue.

“I love your cute little button nose,” he starts, bopping it, making you giggle a bit. He lets out a smile, happy to finally see you looking a bit less down.

“I love your sense of humor, no joke moppet, you make me laugh harder than anyone else. I love how your hands fit perfectly in mine and I love how you aren’t afraid to show your opinion.”

“I love your quirky sense of style and I love how you’re so nice to everyone, no matter what.”

As Harry continues, things slowly get dirtier.

“I love your big doe eyes, and how innocent they look when you’re sucking me off, yea?”

His hand moves around your waist, and twists you around so you’re facing him.

When he’s got you where he wants, his hands move to your plump behind and squeeze tightly, a signal for you to jump.

You do so and rest your head on his chest as he leads the both of you to your master bedroom.

After closing the door with his foot, Harry sets you down on the bed.

“More than anything, I love your sweet little moans and whimpers as my cock pounds into you.”

You can feel your body heating up and Harry can tell as well. He sits you up so you can remove your shirt for the second time that night.

Once it’s off, Harry’s looking at you with an admiration that makes your insides light up.

He leans over you and reaches for your bra clasp. He lifts your bra off arm by arm and soon enough, you’re all naked but panties.

Harry sets himself on top of you softly, one elbow holding up the most of his weight.

His head dips in and you feel his wet tongue circling and suckling your left breast as his free hand moves to your right.

“Ha-Harry,” you start to moan.

“That’s it babygirl, that’s what I love to hear. It’s my favorite sound, hear me?”

After giving your right breast the same amount of tender love, Harry moves down towards your stomach.

“I love this tummy, baby. Wanna know why, yea?” Harry questions as he grasps onto your mini love handles.

You don’t nod, but instead continue to look at him. He takes this as a yes and goes on, “Because they’re so nice and pretty. I love holding onto ‘em when we’re together. Much nicer than some twigs, yea?”

You can’t help but smile, Harry’s attempts to lift up your spirit were working.

“Oh and we can’t forget about your sweet pussy, can we?”

You gasp at Harry’s vulgar comment and look up to see him grinning up to you from below.

He scooches down and kneels at the edge of the bed, pulling you down with him by your ankles as he goes.

Once he’s got you as he desires, he’s immediately diving his tongue in, not wasting any precious time.

You hadn’t even realized just how wet you were until you felt Harry’s tongue touch your heat. And god, you were wet. Harry knew how to make you crazy without trying, so whenever he did, it was like heaven.

“You like that, love?” Harry groans into you as he continues to lick you up and down, diving in a few long digits too.

Your back arches at the sudden feel of pleasure than only his fingers can bring you.

Harry wraps his arms around your waist like he had earlier to keep you still so he can keep eating you out. It’s almost like he enjoys giving you pleasure more than the other way around.

“Louder for me, can you do that, Y/N?”

You can feel Harry smirking up against you as he says this.

“I want you screaming my name, baby,”

“Fuck, H-Harrry,” your voice seems to be a few tones higher from the energy running through your body. Hearing his raspy voice from down below only adds to your lust.

Harry can tell as you begin to get close to your high, he knows your body better than you know it yourself.

“Eyes open for me, sweetheart. God, Y/N, I wanna see those beautiful eyes,”

You open up your eyes as he requests and seeing him looking up back at you is the final push for you.

You feel yourself clench around him all too soon and then Harry’s licking his lips as if he just had his tastiest meal, gazing at you with a look of certain lust, the look you crave from him.

“Tastes so good baby, I want you to taste how sweet you are,” he says, your eyes widen at this, you had never tasted yourself before.

He laughs at the expression on your face but doesn’t seem to care too much about it because the next thing you know, he’s kissing you.

It was a peculiar taste quite honestly, it wasn’t very apparent but you could tell there was a certain sweetness to it. Maybe that’s what he likes.

“Don’t you ever doubt my love for you again, I love you too much to have you feelin’ that way,”

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