Harry: “Listen, nobody’s perfect. Stop being so hard on yourself,” Harry says to you as he throws a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Now come share this popcorn with me. I know you want some,” He says through a mouthful of popcorn. He wiggles his eyebrows and slides over on the couch, clearing space for you to sit. You shake your head and with a sigh, you tell him, “No, I can’t have popcorn. That’s the last thing I need right now.” You turn around to excuse yourself from the room, but Harry grabs your wrist and stops you before you can escape. “You’re being ridiculous and you know you are. There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re wonderful the way you are right now,” He pauses to poke your sides before continuing with a cute grin on his face. “I love you the way you are right now, and so should you.” His hands find yours and he intertwines his fingers with yours, giving your hand a squeeze. Your shoulders fall and you drop your eyes just before Harry leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Now, we can’t just let our popcorn sit there by itself, can we? You get comfortable on the couch and I’ll start a movie,” Harry says.
Liam: You frown as you look down at the dress you’re wearing, questioning whether or not you should wear it. You grip the doorknob and swing the bathroom door open before crossing the hall to your bedroom, where Liam is sprawled across your bed. “Liam,” You say upon entering the room. “Yeah, babe?” He lifts his head and looks at you, a smile spreads across his features. “You look beautiful,” He informs you, wiggling into a sitting position. “Be honest,” You say flatly. “Do I really look okay? Is this dress too tight?” You turn in a circle so that Liam can see you from every angle, and when you face him again, he’s still got that satisfied smile on his face. “Would I lie to you?” He asks, raising one eyebrow. You shrug and he adds, “Believe me, you look beautiful.” He holds his arms out and motions for you to come to him, so you saunter over. Liam pulls you onto the bed with him and wraps you up in his arms. You hide your face in his neck and he rests his chin on the top of your head. “What is it going to take for me to convince you? I tell you everyday that I think you’re beautiful and you still don’t believe me,” He sadly whispers, while soothingly rubbing your arms with his hands. “Well, I’m going to continue to say it every morning, until you have no choice but to believe me.”
Niall: “Come on, (Y/N), I promise you have nothing to worry about. I don’t know why you’re so nervous, anyway. My family is going to love you,” Niall says. You groan and plant your feet to the ground, refusing to move. “How do you know that?” You challenge as you stubbornly cross your arms over your chest. “I love you, therefore, my family will love you,” Niall tells you, curling his lips into an assuring smile. “If only it was that easy. Niall, can we wait a couple weeks or so? I’d love to meet them, I just need a little more time,” You explain. “Time for what?” Niall questions, and now you’re stuck. You were hoping he wouldn’t ask. You bite your lip and look away, feeling tears prick at your eyes. You sniffle and wipe at your eyes, but not before Niall can notice. “Wait, are you crying?” He panics, hurrying over to you and placing his hands on either side of your face, forcing you to look at him. “Baby, this isn’t supposed to be this complicated. What are you so worried about?” Niall whispers, wiping the tears from your face. “What if I’m not skinny enough for them?” You ask in a shaky voice. Niall completely pauses and looks at you with sad eyes. He gently strokes the side of your face with the back of his hand. “They would be stupid to not like you because of that. I think you’re beautiful the way you are, and that’s all that matters. I love you, okay?” Niall says to you.
Louis: “Are you sure about this?” You hesitantly ask, examining the almost empty coffee cup in your hand. You glance up at Louis, and his eyebrows furrow. “About what, exactly?” He asks, leaning forward so that his elbows rest on the table. “About us. You and me. Are you sure you want to make it official? I’m prepared to give you some time to think about it, if that’s what you need,” You tell him, dropping your eyes before you bring the coffee cup to your lips and swallow down the remaining coffee. Louis stares at you as if you just asked him the most ridiculous question on the planet and you tap your fingers on the table as you wait for an answer. “I can’t believe you’re actually being serious right now. Of course I’m sure. Never been more sure about anything in my life,” He says. “I’m just worried that your fans won’t be very accepting of me,” You admit, and this catches Louis’ attention. You continue to explain, “I’m not perfect. I’m not famous. I’m nothing special, really. I’m also not the thinnest person. I just don’t think I’m the girl that your fans envision you with. I don’t want you to risk your career by having a relationship with me.” Taking you by surprise, Louis simply chuckles. “That’s crazy. I don’t care what the fans think when it comes to this. I want to be with you, and I’m going to be with you, regardless of what anyone else thinks. You’re perfect to me,” Louis says, and by the time he’s finished, you can’t help the giant smile on your face.
Zayn: You feel Zayn’s breath blow across your skin as he brings his lips to your neck. He leaves a trail of kisses from the spot underneath your ear all the way down your neck. You gasp as Zayn catches your earlobe between his teeth and growls into your ear, “I’ve waited so long for this.” His words somehow drag you back into reality and you begin to feel nervous as you pull yourself away from him. Zayn stops and looks at you with a frown on his face. “What? Are you okay?” He worries, placing his finger underneath your chin to raise your head. “I don’t know, maybe we shouldn’t do this,” You mumble, as all your insecurities hurry back into your memory. “Why, angel?” Zayn asks. “It’s just… I want out first time to be perfect,” You say. “It will be perfect,” Zayn promises. He hooks his fingers underneath your shirt and attempts to pull it up over your head, but you stop him before he can. Your eyes trail up to meet his and the expression on his face softens. “Oh, (Y/N), you don’t have to hide from me. I love every part of you, with or without clothes on. I understand if you want to stop. Just know that I love you the way you are.” You smile and let out a shaky breath. “Okay, you can keep going,” You whisper and Zayn grins. After pulling your shirt over your head, he leaves kisses all along your stomach and never fails to remind you of how much he admires you.
