Louis
The comment section on one of Louis' Instagram posts had spiraled out of control. A photo of the two of you, taken on a rare day out, had sparked a flood of criticism. Words like "She's not even that pretty" and "Louis deserves better" were impossible to ignore.
You tried to brush it off, but Louis noticed the way you were quieter than usual, your smile forced. Later that evening, he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at your phone.
"Alright, love, what's this about?" he asked, sitting next to you.
"It's nothing," you muttered, quickly locking your screen.
"Doesn't look like nothing." He gently tugged the phone from your hands and frowned when he saw the comments. His jaw tightened. "What's all this rubbish?"
"They're right, Louis," you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. "I'm not good enough for you. I'll never be what they want me to be."
Louis immediately cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. "Hey, don't say that. Don't you dare." His voice was firm, but his eyes were soft. "Those people don't know you. They don't see how incredible you are, how funny and smart and kind you are. You're everything I could ever want and more. They can all sod off."
He kissed your forehead, holding you tightly against his chest. "The only opinion that matters is mine. And I love you, alright?"
Harry
It started with a few mean tweets. Then there were whispers at events and sly looks from fans when they recognized you. You tried not to let it get to you, but one night, as you scrolled through Twitter, the weight of it all came crashing down.
Harry found you sitting on the floor of the bedroom, your knees pulled to your chest. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, kneeling in front of you.
You shook your head, biting your lip to keep from crying. "Nothing. I'm fine."
He frowned, not buying it for a second. "Love, you don't have to hide from me. Talk to me."
You hesitated before finally blurting it out. "Everyone hates me, Harry. They think I'm not good enough for you, and maybe they're right. Maybe you deserve someone prettier or more exciting."
His face softened, and he reached out to take your hands in his. "Stop. Don't do that to yourself." He scooted closer, his voice low and soothing. "You're beautiful. Inside and out. And anyone who says otherwise doesn't know what they're talking about."
He wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I chose you because you're you. Nothing else matters." He pressed a kiss to your temple. "Promise me you'll tell me when you're feeling like this, okay? I'm always on your side."
Niall
You had seen the comments for weeks, but you'd kept them to yourself. Fans saying you weren't good enough for Niall, comparing you to his exes, making you feel like you didn't belong in his world.
One night, while you were out with Niall, you caught a group of girls whispering and pointing at you. Their laughter made your stomach churn. When you got home, you locked yourself in the bathroom, trying to hold back the tears.
Niall knocked softly on the door. "Babe, what's going on? You've been in there for ages."
"I'm fine," you called back, your voice cracking.
"Please don't lie to me," he said, his voice gentle. "Talk to me."
After a moment, you opened the door, and Niall's face fell when he saw your red eyes. "What happened?"
You hesitated before admitting, "It's the fans. They think I'm not good enough for you. And maybe they're right."
Niall shook his head immediately. "No. Don't you ever think that. Not for one second." He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. "You're more than enough for me. I don't care what anyone else says. I love you for who you are, and nothing's gonna change that."
He kissed your forehead, his voice soft but firm. "They can say what they want, but they don't know us. They don't know what we have. And I wouldn't trade you for the world."
Liam
You'd been scrolling through social media when you stumbled across a fan thread picking apart your appearance. They criticized everything, from your clothes to your hair, and it left you feeling small and insecure.
When Liam got home, he immediately noticed something was off. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked, sitting next to you on the couch.
You shook your head, trying to brush it off. "It's nothing. I'm just tired."
Liam wasn't convinced. "Come on, you can tell me anything."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you blurted out, "The fans... they hate me, Liam. They think I'm not good enough for you."
Liam's face softened, and he pulled you into his arms. "That's not true. Not even a little bit." He tilted your chin up so you'd look at him. "You're everything to me. You're kind, strong, and so beautiful, and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."
He kissed your forehead, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Don't let them get in your head. They don't know you like I do. And I wouldn't want anyone else."
Zayn
You'd always known dating Zayn came with challenges, but the constant scrutiny from fans was harder than you'd expected. Their comments about your looks and how you didn't fit into his world had been swirling in your mind for days.
Zayn noticed something was off when you barely responded to him during dinner. "Alright, what's going on?" he asked, setting his fork down.
"Nothing," you said quickly, but your voice betrayed you.
"Don't do that," he said softly, his dark eyes fixed on you. "Talk to me."
You hesitated before admitting, "It's the fans. They're so mean, Zayn. They think I don't belong with you, and maybe they're right."
Zayn's jaw tightened, and he reached across the table to take your hand. "No. They're not right. Not even close."
He stood up and walked over to your side, pulling you into a hug. "You're the only one I want. I don't care what they say or think. You mean everything to me, and nothing else matters."
His voice was low and steady as he kissed the top of your head. "I'll fight for you, always. Don't let them make you doubt how special you are."
