One Direction Preferences Book 2

274.You're insecure about your boobs being small.

Harry: "They're so small." You laugh at yourself, cupping your boobs in your own hands, barely filling them up. The thought of them in Harry's large hands is intimidating, knowing he's had bigger and better. Still he moves your hands down, replacing them with his own. "They're lovely and you should love them too. I love them." He leans down to kiss one, making you turn to the mirror, his hands on you, staring directly into the eyes of your reflection. "See how good you look in my hands." He smirks, another kiss for you as your insecurities about him thinking you're small melt away.

Louis: Everyone always seems to joke about your boobs being smaller than most so you laugh with them. "(Y/N)'s haven't grown since we were little." Even your old high school friends laugh. You laugh too until Louis jumps in. "I think they're perfect, nice, and pretty perky." He smiles, defending you as he can see right through you. He knows you only laugh to avoid seeming insecure, even if you really are. It shuts your friends up about them, your hand reaching for his in thanks. He knows you better than anyone.

Niall: "Well, you could have no boobs. Be thankful for what you've got." He shrugs. You smile at him, still thinking about how small they are. You walk over to him, taking a seat on his lap. "Would you love me still if I had none?" You ask, his blue eyes boring into yours. He kisses you once, then twice. "I would love you at any boob variation, whether there was none or so much you had to have a reduction." He laughs, kissing you thrice.

Liam: You've been talking about them since the moment you met, one of your biggest insecurities. They were barely there, to the point where you could go without wearing a bra unnoticed. Liam had enough of your complaining about them, your claims that he could find someone better with a larger bust. "(Y/N), if you really think I'm with you for your boobs then we have a problem. They're the least of my concerns. Boobs or no boobies, I love you. Get that through your head." He nearly yells at you, his voice commanding, a smile growing on your face at the acceptance of his words.

Zayn: He's never seen you fully naked and it's not the time but right now, with your lips on his and your hands roaming each others' bodies, he may not be seeing but he sure will feel. As his hands creep under your shirt, rising and reaching you try to stop him smoothly, pulling his hands down to lock with your fingers. Again he tries but you stop him. "Do you want to stop?" He mumbles against your lips, realizing that you're keeping him from touching you. "No, it's not that." You sigh. He finally opens his eyes, looking directly at you and waiting for you to continue. When you don't he looks down at your chest and back up at you, realizing the problem. "I like them." He states but you don't believe him, rolling your eyes and shrugging. He leans back in to kiss you. "Better yet, I love them." You begin again, his hands stopping just before they reach your bra. "Can I play with them please?" He pouts, making you giggle as you nod your head.