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Luke
Luke was a giant. Even the tallest people looked short next to him. So you looked like an ant. You were insecure enough as it was about your height, so having a giraffe for a boyfriend didn’t help much. One night, you and Luke were going out to dinner, and you decided to wear your new heels. The were seven inches, and you walked about two steps before you almost broke your neck. But beauty is pain, right? You made it into the living room where Luke was waiting for you. “Ready to go babe?” he asked. “Yeah,” you said. You took one step before you were tripping into his arms. “Why are you wear heels? Jesus Christ those are really tall. What’s wrong with your sneakers?” You shurgged. “Just wanted to be tall for one night, I guess.” “But baaaaabe, you’re perfect the way you are. And is it really worth tripping all night?” “I guess not,” you frowned, sitting down on the couch before you fell over again. Luke leaned down and took off your heels, slipping your sneakers on your feet. “Don’t be worried about your height…” “But Luke, you’re so tall! I’m like a twig next to you!” “But you’re perfect for me in so many other ways. So what I have to bend down a little bit when I kiss you? It’s worth it,” he said, lacing up your shoe. “I love you for your heart, not your height, okay?” “Okay…” you agreed, leaning forward to kiss him. “Plus, I can hide cookies and stuff on the top shelf since you can’t reach…” “Luke!”
Ashton
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking down at you. You were laying in the floor, doing sit-ups. “Working out,” you replied. “Why?” “To get rid of some of this fat.” “What fat?!” he cried, pulling you up off the floor. You blushed, “I have love handles and thunder thighs.” “No you don’t!” “But I do Ash!” He rolled his eyes and shoved you up against the wall. “Hey babe,” he breathed into your ear, “those thighs don’t look so bad when they’re wrapped around my head.” He started kissing on your neck, taking your mind off your abandoned workout. “And those hips are perfect for me to hold on to when you’re riding me.” “Ashton…” you moaned. He smiled and looked up at you. “Baby, you’re beautiful. Please don’t change a single thing about you. You want to work out to be healthy, that’s fine. But don’t do it because you think you need to lose weight. You don’t. You’re just the perfect size. Alright?” he said, running his hands down your body. “Now, how about we finish that workout in the bed? So I can worship this perfect body?”
Calum
“Cal, I have a question.” “Yes, love?” “Don’t… don’t laugh at me, okay? I’m really serious about this.” He frowned, “What’s wrong?” You sighed. “Nothing’s wrong…well not really. I was just wondering… do you think my butt is too big?” “Really?” he asked, almost offended. “Well, yeah. I don’t know. All those other girls have nice little bubble butts, and I have this big hunk of…whatever.” “What other girls?” he asked. “Those girls that are always all over you…” He stood up off the couch and walked over to you. “But I don’t love those other girls. I love you. And every inch of you is incredible,” he said, kissing your nose. You smiled, “That’s all I need to hear. I get a little insecure sometimes.” “Well don’t. Because you’re amazing just the way you are.” You giggled, “Alright then, Bruno Mars.” “I mean it though, you are.” You hugged him. “Thanks Cal.” “Love you babe.”
Michael
You had just gotten home after a day of shopping with your friends. Your skinny friends. Your friends that could just pick up an article of clothing and it fit them perfectly. You on the other hand had wide hips and short legs, making it nearly impossible to find a good fitting pair of jeans. You came home frustrated and upset, and Micheal noticed. “What’s wrong?” “Just… bad day,” you sighed. “But you loving shopping and seeing your friends. What happened?” “Clothes don’t fit me right. I’m misshaped. My friends all found nice cute things and I didn’t. It was embarrassing,” you frowned. “Aw, honey,” he said, pulling you into his arms. “Don’t be embarrassed. Rome wasn’t built in a day.” You scrunched up your nose. “Wrong quote there, I think.” “No,” he explained, “What I mean is, your body is so nice and unique and perfect that you can’t just dress it in any old thing. You deserve the best. I sound stupid, but do you get what I’m saying?” “I think I do,” you smiled. “It just frustrates me.” “Well how about this, I’ll call up our stylists, or maybe Lou Teasdale, and they’ll help you find something nice that fits your style, okay?” “But that costs too much money!” “So? I don’t want my girl sad. But for what it’s worth, you could wear old rags and you’d still be perfect to me.” You blushed and kissed his cheek softly. “I love you Mikey.” “Everybody loves me,” he said, making you giggle.
