Harry:
“You cooked for me?” she asked, her eyes lit up. Her hair was a mess, her dress was half off her shoulders and her make up was smudged. She looked beautiful.
“Yeah, I sure did” I laughed as I handed her her bag. I munched on some fries as she ate.
“Bed time” I announced as she finished, and she smiled. Clearly she was ready for bed. I helped her into the bedroom and went to get her pajamas. When I came back out, my head reactively jerked back and I covered my eyes.
“Woah, I didn’t think you would get naked” I laughed nervously. Even though we had had sex, it was rare that Y/N let me look at her body naked.
“I want to have sex with you” she whined, and you could hear her coming close. I wanted to say yes. Seeing her naked, her disheveled beauty. Knowing that she wanted me and I wanted her. But I wasn’t doing that. Not to any woman, but especially not the woman I love.
“Not tonight, Y/N” I said, using my hand to hold her where she was. It felt like I had deflated her with my response.
“You don’t think I’m pretty?” she cried, letting tears fall. That was the hardest thing I could have heard in that moment. Y/N was beautiful. She didn’t begin to know how beautiful. She couldn’t. That thought would have never crossed her mind if she did. I was on autopilot as I slipped a shirt over her head and helped her in the bed. She fell asleep as I stroked her side.
“I know you probably can’t hear me, but maybe this will enter your subconscious or something. You are so perfect to me. You are beautiful, smart, funny, outgoing, helpful, compassionate and caring. There is nobody on this earth who’s beauty compares to yours on your worst of days” I whispered, before cuddling in close to her and going to sleep.
Niall:
“They are so drunk” Y/N’s best friend’s, boyfriend James laughed. “No kidding, I’ve never seen Y/N this drunk” I joked, and he laughed. I looked out to the floor and there she was. The usually composed, classy Y/N was drunkly stumbling towards me.
“Let’s go” I said, wrapping my arm around her. I held her in close to my waist and took her out to the car. I had had one beer that night, and I was driving the group home. I slid her into the front seat as she peppered me with kisses. I helped James bring Y/N’s friend in, and then I was back in the car with her. She mumbled to herself, and I smiled. She was just so cute. I helped her into the house and she smiled sweetly. As I took off her shoes, she ran her fingers through my hair.
“You should dye your hair brown. It would really suit you” she smiled. I looked up at her. She seemed so genuine, like she was in awe of me.
I smiled, “Maybe another day”. I took her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. Her hand was clammy and cold, her body trying to rid itself of the alcohol. I got her into the bedroom and stripped off her clothes. I grabbed one of my shirts and slipped it over her head.
“Thanks babe” she slurred as I helped her into bed, and a smile spread across my face. I’d never tell her, but she was the cutest drunk.
“Babe, what if I’m not pretty enough to be with you?” she asked, and I sighed loudly. It killed me to hear her think like that.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N, you know that. I would never want to wake up to anyone else. Except sober Y/N” I said, pulling her too my chest. I couldn’t imagine what ran through her beautiful mind. It was insane to me that she thought she didn’t deserve me. I was the one who won the lottery. I had gotten lucky with her. She deserved to have the best, and I was a simple man. I rubbed her arm and smiled down at her.
