You are beautiful
I lay my head on Harry's lap and started to continue reading Mockingjay, the third book in the amazing trilogy that is Hunger Games. We were on a date on the roof of his penthouse. He had brought a picnic basket and everything. The wind blew around mine and Harry's hair softly. A few of his curls fell into his face, which he brushed away absentmindedly. He was staring at me so intensely, I started to blush. "Harry," I giggled, "stop staring." He shook his head like an adorable puppy and sighed saying, "I'm sorry I can't help it. It's just thay when you have the most beautiful girl in the entire world lying down on your lap you can't help but stare." I bit my lip shyly and looked back to my book, not daring to agree because I knew none of it was true. I tried to go back to reading, but after rereading the same line over for the fifth time, I snapped the book shut irritatedly.
Harry's arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer than I already was. "Valerie, can I ask you a question?" he asked. "You already did." I replied cheekily. He laughed and said, "But seriously though, when I say that you're the most beautiful girl in the world, or when I say you're pretty, why don't you ever say thank you or agree?" I bit my lip harder and mumbled, "Cause I know s'not true." Harry tutted me and asked why. I spoke a little clearer this time, "Cause I'm not the perfect weight. I have crooked teeth and I don't think that I am in any way pretty." Harry pretended to faint and I smacked his shoulder lightly and said, "This isn't a joking matter, Styles!" He became serious and told me, "But don't you see, that's exactly what makes you beautiful! Your every imperfection and flaw makes you perfect. You are amazing and beautiful, don't ever think that you're not. You have the most amazing personality that can light up a room instantaneously. Your smile makes me melt, it's gorgeous. And I think you have a perfect set of teeth and your weight is perfectly fine. As long as you eat healthily, and you've never had a problem with that. Now promise me, you won't ever say you're not pretty."
I just about melted and wanted to say the most unspeakably gushy things when he said that to me with his amazingly green eyes. I felt like he was just an adorable innocent puppy and even though I may not agree with him all the time, I just had to make him happy so I unwillingly nodded and threw my hands around him. I whispered, "That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." He gasped and clutched his hands to his chest. I rolled my eyes, he could be such a drama queen sometimes. "Well you better expect more then," he whispered back before softly pressing his lips against mine.