#16 You think it’s impossible to be loved
Louis:
He’s going to make you believe. He’s going to make you believe that he loves you, loves you more than anything. That he’s so happy to have you that he’s grateful to be waking up to you every morning. But what if you don’t believe him? He thinks, because he’s been taught to always expect the worse. So when’s he’s brought back to the moment, he looks at you, scanning your face. You look impossibly sad, like you think he’s going to give up making you love him. But you’re wrong, oh so wrong, because he is going to do whatever it takes to get you to love him. It shouldn’t be too hard, right?
Zayn:
He’s shocked, because surely such an amazing girl like you had to have been loved before? You’re still standing there though, not really sure what to do because Zayn is only staring at you. “So.” He starts, not sure on how to end it. “You think I don’t love you? Because I do. I love you more than anything, I thought you knew?” You shrug at him. It was true- you didn’t think that he loved you. And then he’s shaking his head, quite violently, and wrapping you in his arms. He peppers kisses up and down your cheekbone, one landing right on your lips. “I love you so much.”
Liam:
He’s confused. His eyebrows change into a concerned frown- why do you think like that? You look down, but not before he places a soft hand on your shoulder. “Boo…” He says, not exactly sure on how to handle this. But as his mind reels to find possible options to make you believe in love, he’s already leaning in and crashing his lips to yours. He doesn’t care if this doesn’t work- because he loves you so much, with all his heart and his entire mind and maybe he does actually care if this works. “No.” He breathes, in between another soft kiss. “You can’t. I love you so much…”
Niall:
He doesn’t believe you, because you think it’s impossible to be loved; yet he loves you so much. How could you not see that? How could you not see that his love for you is so strong? That’s why he’s frowning, looking very unimpressed. He’d really got no other way to deal with that, so when he sees tears spring to your eyes his face softens. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, taking a step towards you to hug you tightly. You shake your head; you don’t believe it’s his fault. “No, I’m sorry.” He repeats. “I love you so much.” He says. “I love you so much and I need you to know that.”
Harry:
He’s shaking his head before you can even finish your sentence. His eyes are sad as he looks up at you, tears starting to well up. “You don’t think you can be loved?” He mumbles, barley intelligible. “So you think I don’t love you? No, no, no…” He says, shaking his head again. He wipes at his eyes with his sleeves, and then looks back at you. You look down you can’t meet his eyes. “Sorry…” You mumbled. Before you can even sniff, his arms are wrapping around you and pulling you in tight. “No, I love you. You really don’t understand.” He whispers. “I love you, so so much.”
