TW: anxiety, body image issues,slight mentions of anorexia 

A/n: Hello, this chapter is a bit different from the others, it focuses on a real life problem almost every teenager faces. I myself feel insecure at times, despite loving my body. I want you all to eat what you love, have some exercise if you need, take care and treat your body with love. I want to promote a healthy lifestyle and not bad health conditions:) You can skip this chapter if you aren't comfortable.And as always be blessed and beautiful (I'm talking about a beautiful mind)｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡don't forget to vote!

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The door closed with a loud bang as y/n walked into Harry's dorm.Luckily , her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. She certainly did not want him to look at her right now. Y/n was stressed. Stressed with peer pressure. Stressed with academics. Stressed about her future. Stressed about her past. Stressed about her present life.

She sighed as she collapsed into Harry's bed, looking at the ceiling. She did not want to cry. She hated how she looked, how people saw her, how they talked to her, how they mocked at her. She felt insecure, something her younger self would've never thought of being. Yet she couldn't help but feel tears form in her eyes when people said she would look better in loose clothes. She couldn't help but choke down her sobs when people told her hair looked hideous. 

God, why did she feel that way? Why could she not just.. just be pretty like the others?

She felt tears form as she looked at the ceiling. She weakly steadied herself as she walked into the restroom. It was quite big to be honest. Even at this point she could've held her tears back just like she always did, but then one look at the mirror. That's when she broke down. No one would ever know how she would cry at midnights looking at the mirror, hating the way how she looked. Not even Harry. 

She sat on the bathroom floor, head in her hands, as she let the tears out, heaving due to the heaviness in her chest, feeling the world around her blur. She wanted to cry out, let out all those tears she had held back. She was crying so hard, so that she forgot to notice the dorm door open. She sat there on the bathroom floor, continuing to cry.

"Hey lov-" Harry's cheerful voice stopped when he saw his girlfriend, the love of his life sitting down on the floor. Y/n immediately wiped her face, hoping Harry would not notice her blood shot eyes. Oh how wrong she was, he knew something was wrong, yet , he pretended.

"what are doing love, are you okay?" his cheerful voice had become gentle and soft.

"nothing Harry, just an allergic reaction" y/n sniffled, trying her best to hold back her tears.

Harry was getting a bit frustrated and confused. "Stop lying Y/n " he snapped. The way she flinched. He wanted to slap his own face. "Sorry love, I'm sorry, so so sorry, c'mon what's wrong? tell me," he said, kneeling in front of her, so that they were looking face to face.

She did not answer. She was looking down at her hands, with no emotion. He did not want to force her, but it hurt, to look at the girl who is always happy and full of energy, broken like this.

And then she looked at him, she was not even hiding the fact that she was sad anymore.

When Harry looked into her eyes, all hell broke loose. She could not hold it in anymore and started to cry. Harry's mouth fell open, he certainly wasn't expecting this. He was about to speak when y/n sobbed harded.

"I hate myself Harry. I look hideous and stupid! I hate how my face looks, how my body looks, how my hair looks. I know I seem childish, crying over, but I just can't, no matter how much I try, I just can't! I stay up all night trying to study, to score better. I skip my favourite meals, just so I can look pretty, I hide my emotions just so I can make my people happier. I hate myself!" she said. Harry moved closer, "Y/n , darling please don't say that-"

"I FUCKING HATE MYSELF HARRY! I HATE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME 'DARLING' OR 'BEAUTIFUL' ! I LOOK LIKE SHIT AND YOU CALL ME PRETTY NAMES! I HATE HOW YOU TRY TO BUY ME MY FAVOURITE CANDY WHEN I LOOK BAD! FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP THIS! " she screamed.

Never in a million years. Harry did not expect these words to come out of his beloved person's mouth. How could she think about herself like that? How could she not see how beautiful she looked? how beautiful her radiant smile was? 

She looked weak and fragile. Harry gently gathered her in his arms, for, he knew she would never hesitate to hug him. She sobbed into his chest. Harry felt like crying too.

"Y/n, why do you say that hm? do you even know how much I adore you? How much I feel thankful for getting a chance to be a part of your life? You know when sirius asked me if you were my bestfriend like Ron and Hermione, I said you were not."

Y/n looked up at his face, tears in her eyes, scared she might lose him.

"I told him that you were my future wife."

"I told him about how I was going to write my wedding vows, I told him about how I'd take you to beautiful places, I told him all about my plans for our little dates after the war. He told me he'd like to witness that "

Y/n was now sitting upright, looking at him in disbelief.

"Gosh y/n . It's the inner beauty that matters, not the external. Do you even know how smart you are, how kind and funny you are? Sirius says you remind him of my mum, Lily. Always making people happy. How could such a beautiful person like you be insecure of your own body? It shocks me! Honestly y/n did you ever hear me call you ugly? Do you even know how much we all love you?"

"How much?" she asked blankly.

"I'd kill myself if that's what it takes me to explain you my love. I don't even know when exactly I fell in love with you,but oh boy, I fell hard. Like head over heels hard. Ron tells me I talk about you all day. I've fallen in love with you so bad y/n"

That definitely brought a smile to her face. In the smallest voice she asked"You wanna marry me? like really?"

"Oh yeah" he said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Then do it right now"

 "Do what love?"

"Kiss me like you would on our wedding day."she stated as if it was a fact.

Harry did not even stop to think , he moved forward, but abruptly paused, as his lips hovered over hers.

"Do you Y/n L/n , think you are beautiful, beautiful as much as your love for me?"he whispered with a grin that never failed to charm her.

"I do." She whispered back before pulling him closer and kissing him lovingly.

Then sat there on the bathroom floor, kissing, Harry showing how much he loved her through that kiss and y/n kissed him back, expressing how grateful she was to have him.

A/n: Yes I'm still alive! I know that was a bad chapter to restart but it felt right. I wanted you people to be aware of your inner beauty, not just the outward appearance. I really wanted to write more, but I have an exam on Monday, oops! Well then, tell me about your opinions and feel free to point out the spelling errors if any. Until next time byeee ♡

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