Third Person's POV

Insecurities insecurities, an ever haunting monster. Zayn was just another victim in the cruel game.

He would stand in front of the mirror and point out a new flaw in his old long lasting list, unbeknownst to his boyfriend Niall, everyday.

It didn't help in boosting his self- esteem, but he really couldn't help himself, after all, they haunted him.

When Niall accidentally walked in on Zayn standing in front of his mirror, he saw it all. He saw the deep frown on his face, an indication to what he was thinking of, actually, Niall just understood him.

To save Zayn an explanation, Niall just walked up to him, wrapped his arms around his waist, and kissed his cheek and delicately whispered, "you're gorgeous baby."

Second time Niall saw the saddening scene, Zayn was smiling what Niall entitled as the 'heaven in a gesture' smile, the one where he had his tongue slightly poking out of his blindingly white teeth; not out of happiness. The smile immediately vanished from his face and he frowned as he stared at his reflection.

Niall stood in front of Zayn, caressed his jaw gently, then planted a tiny kiss beside his lips.

"You've got a smile that only heaven can make, darling."

The third time Zayn was poking at his concave stomach, obviously blinded by his demons.

Niall went down on his knees and lifted Zayn's shirt, then planted his warm hand on the tanned boy's stomach and hopefully declared,

"It'll have our baby one day, Zayn."

Zayn may have teared up a bit. Then he looked to his self destructing mirror, but instead of poking it, he placed his hand on his stomach, imagining carrying his and Niall's child.

Once they were both laying silently in bed Niall took it as a chance to confront Zayn.

"Zayn, why do you always stand in front of that damned mirror and torture yourself?"

"I need to always remember my flaws Niall."

"What flaws?"

"My entire being."

"Zayn are you listening to yourself? What happened to my ever so confident Zayn?"

"He realized how ugly he is."

"Shut the fuck up, that's bullshit."

"It's true."

"You're beautifully gracious."

"Debatable."

"Why haven't you ever talked to me about this."

"I always thought it was silly."

Niall wordlessly climbed on top of Zayn, taking the older lad by surprise.

"What don't you like about yourself?"

"Everything."

"Be more specific."

"My hair."

"It's so soft and I love playing with it. You always style it in ways that add up to your beauty and attract more eyes on you."

"My eyes."

"They're one of my favorite features on you. They provide me with a feeling of safety and make me feel loved. I read you from your eyes, they're like an open book to me, it's like they're made for my eyes and my eyes only. That, and they also weirdly change color. Light when you laugh, dark when you're riding me, hazelnut like when you smoke; heartbreaking when you doubt yourself."

"I'm fat."

"I have two words to that. Bull shit. If you haven't noticed, I'm the one who devours food like a pig. You're the one who goes to the gym periodically, my work out is walking around the super market. Haven't you seen your abs? Good god."

"I'm-"

"I don't want to hear anymore Zayn. you're fucking beautiful, and I'll spend the rest of my life telling you so if I have to."

Three years of words of reassurance from Niall, sheer happiness for the blond was the result.

Niall would listen to Zayn pointing out a flaw in himself and he'd tell him why he loved that about him. One day Zayn approached him shyly, sat on his lap, and whispered in his ear.

"I'm beautiful because you love me."

Niall couldn't help but kiss him long and hard, well because fucking yes, he finally did it, he finally convinced Zayn about his truly wonderful self.

A/N~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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