Harry: "Don't say that." Harry whispered. His fingers itching across your back with his foot slowly running up your shin. The silence of the bedroom took over as you fought to look done from Harry's mint green eyes. "Why would you say that?" Something in his chest stung when you called yourself ugly. Did he not say it enough? Did you just not believe that you are an amazing beautiful girl that he could call his? Or is it so,etching completely different. "Your beautiful so never say that again."
Liam: "I wish I was you!" Your voice bounced off the walls of the bathroom, echoing to the bedroom where Liam lied. Waiting for you to hang up and come lay with him. "Oh, shut up. You know I'll never be as pretty as you. I'm the ugly duckling." He could feel his heart brake under the pressure that your words held. "Okay, love you, bye." A sigh escaped your parted lips as you left the bathroom and entered the room. He couldn't see it, the way you called yourself ugly. "You're beautiful." He uttered across the pillows and blankets that filled the bed. You felt your cheeks heat, you smiled and nodded your head.
Zayn: "You don't believe that do you?" He chuckled from behind you. You jumped, turning away from the mirror that told you lies to face your boyfriend. With a scowl and unshaved cheeks sucked in with every deep breathe. "Sometimes." Your voice was hoarse as your eyes adverted to the tiled floor which his forever walked across to take you in his arms. Zayn stall lanky body enveloped you, resting his chin on the top of your head. "We'll, don't." His fingers ran along the nape of your neck, squeezing you tighter. "Because you're perfect to me."
Niall: "Don't say that!" He demanded. Tugging new blonde strands of his short hair as he huffed in frustration. "Why-?" He parted his lips once again, about to say something else but clamming it shut. "Why are you so upset?" You croaked, roaming your eyes over his angelic face with tears slowly running down each cheek. "It hurts when you say thing like that." You scrunched up your eyebrows and took a few steps towards Niall. Grazing your thumb across his skin catching a tear. "It shouldn't." "Because you shouldn't be saying your ugly babe. I try so hard to tell you you're beautiful everyday but I guess I'm not doing good enough." You forced your parted mouth closer to his cherry red ones, gently pecking. "You do good."
Louis: "If you're ugly than I'm ugly." He softly smiled, "If you're a bird I'm a bird." You laughed at him, raking a few strands of hair from your eyes. "Quoting The Notebook now, are we?" Louis stifled a twitching frown, stuffing his hands in his fronts pockets and swiftly moving towards your stiff body. "You know you're beautiful so stop calling yourself ugly. And you might not see it but your true beauty makes me fall in love with you more and more each day." A heat rushed through your body as he took a few more steps so you and him were chest to chest with smiles ear to ear.
