Louis: “You ran for an hour straight, babe, and then all you had for dinner was a salad! This is ridiculous!” he exclaims as he hears your tummy rumble with hunger. “What’s happened, eh? What happened to my baby girl that would have movie dates with me which involved us both eating pop corn and sugar until our hearts were content? I miss her. I don’t want the girl I love to be body conscious and to be dieting. You’re perfect as you are and I really need you to see that” he smiles, pressing a kiss to each of your knuckles and he raises your hand to his lips.
Harry: “A diet?” he asks as he withdraws the cupcake away from you and places it on the table which acts as a barrier between the two of you. “But … it’s your favourite” he murmurs sadly, gesturing towards to the cake. “And … now … you … a diet” he stutters. “Why? Has someone said something? Has a fan said something mean? Please, just tell me what I need to do to make you believe that you are beautiful, baby.”
Niall: “But you don’t need to be on a diet” he tells you firmly as he gently places his hand on your cheek, his thumb skimming just underneath your eye as it wipes away the tears that begin to fall. “You’re so beautiful and you’re perfect. I just want you to be healthy and happy, sweetheart. And if you don’t believe how beautiful you are, then I’ve failed as your boyfriend, princess” he whispers as he presses a kiss to your forehead
Liam: “But … you’re perfect” he whispers. “Has someone said something? Has someone said something to you to make you go on a diet?” he asks, hurt and pain evident in his voice. “You are so beautiful and amazing and perfect and you don’t need to diet, baby. I wouldn’t change you for the world” he whispers as he envelopes you in his arms and presses kisses to your head.
Zayn: “You. are. not. fat” he tells you firmly as he gently grips your shoulders. “You don’t need to be on a diet, babe. You’re beautiful, you’re perfect. God, has someone, has someone said something? Has someone called you fat? Your parents? A fan? Oh my God, is it me? Is it my fault?” he asks, panic evident in his voice. “Shh, shh, it’s ok” he whispers as he notices your distress and he pulls your body close to his, wrapping his arms around your petite frame. “I love you” he murmurs softly.
