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Liam:
"Okay, truth or dare" Liam called from the couch. You were at the dining room table, working on some stuff for work. Impromptu games of Truth or Dare were one of Liam's things, and you were happy to play along. "Truth" you said, not turning away from your work. "What's the one thing you would change about your body if you could?" he asked, propping his head up to look at you. You stopped typing and looked up at the ceiling, trying to think. "I'd get rid of my stretch marks" you said, before nodding and looking at the screen. "You would what?!" an astonished Liam cried. "What? I'd have them removed or whatever" you said, rubbing the lines on your body. "No! I love them!" Liam said, coming over to sit beside you. "Really?" you asked, looking down at the marks that traveled over your body. Liam looked at you, confused. It was almost like he couldn't comprehend you not liking the marks. "I adore them, I think they're lovely" he smiled. "Why?" you asked. You didn't understand someone liking the look of stretch marks. "I don't know, they are just you. I know your body with them and I love everything about your body." You smiled and gave him a kiss, feeling better about them than other.Louis:
You stood in the mirror in your bra and underwear. You looked at the stretch marks trailing all over your torso. "Ugh, I wish I could get rid of these" you said, running your finger over them. Nothing about your body made you more self conscious than the marks on your stomach. It made you almost never want to be naked in front of Louis. "What did you say, love?" Louis said, walking out of the shower in a towel. You were standing in the mirror, still running your fingers over the marks. "I love those too" he smiled. "What?" "I love those marks, I love how they look on your body" he said, smiling at you in the mirror. "Shut up it's not funny" you said, walking away. "I'm serious!" he said, following you. "I like how they look on your body, I don't know. I can't explain why, I just do." You turned towards him and raised one eyebrow at him. "Y/N, I'm serious. I wouldn't joke about it" he said. "Why do you like them?" you asked, confused. You'd never heard of that before. "It's kind of like your tiger stripes. They make you womanly. I just do" he said, laughing. You laughed too, and gave him a kiss.Zayn:
"Come here cutie" he whispered, pulling you on top of him. You laid your back against his and felt the beautiful breeze on you. You were laying in your backyard in a tank top and shorts. Zayn was topless, catching some sun. Zayn was kissing your neck when he slipped your shirt up. "Don't" you stood, pulling your shirt down. "What?" Zayn said, confused. "I don't want my shirt up" you marched inside, Zayn following close behind you. "But why?" he asked. You turned to him, aggressively, and lifted your shirt. "This is why!" you said, showing him your stretch marks. "Your rivers?" he asked, and you tilted your head. "What did you call them?" you asked, covering your abdomen with your hands. "Rivers. Your body is like a map of the world. The world is beautiful. And your body is like a map to your beauty. Those marks are like the rivers on a map. I don't know, it's just what I think when I see them. I love them" he said simply. His words hit you and you got teary eyed. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings" he walked over to you, pulling you in his arms. "No, that was so sweet. You are amazing Zayn, thank you" you said, giving him a kiss. You didn't feel as self conscious about your 'rivers' any more.Harry:
You were on the computer, Googling how to get rid of stretch marks. "Cocoa Butter" you whispered to yourself, and decided to go pick some up. You grabbed the keys and went for the door. "Where you headed?" Harry asked, walking out to the door. "Just have to go to the drugstore" you smiled, trying to sneak out. "Weird, I need to go there to get razors. I'll come with you" he smiled, getting his shoes on. Damn it. You walked out and got in the car, Harry trailing behind you. You got to the drugstore and split up to buy what you needed. You met up right before going to the cash. "What did you get, kitten?" he asked, eyeing the bottle in your hand. "Oh, Cocoa Butter" you replied, trying to hide the bottle. "Was that a pregnant lady on the bottle? What aren't you telling me?" he questioned. You stood, uncomfortable, not wanting to discuss it. "It's for my stretch marks" you whispered, hoping nobody would hear it. "Your what?" "Stretch marks. The lines on my stomach" you said, showing him the bottle. "Why?" he glared. "I don't like them, they make my body look weird" you sighed. "Yeah you're right, I was thinking about having my extra nipples removed" he said, and you frowned. You knew what he was saying, it was little things about each other's bodies that you loved about each other. You put the bottle back, and Harry gave you a proud kiss.Niall:
"How about this one?" Niall asks, handing you a swimsuit. You two were going on vacation soon, and you needed to get a new swimsuit. Niall had picked out a one piece swimsuit with cut outs on the side. You would admit, it was cute. But you knew it would show your stretch marks and you weren't comfortable with it. "No, that one won't work" you said, walking away. "At least try it, Y/N" he said, putting it over your arm. You sighed, taking it and two others to the dressing room. You tried on the other two first, hoping he would like them. "That's a grandmother swimsuit" Niall said, as you modeled the first one. You changed in the second one and, when you walked out, Niall gave it two thumbs down. You put on the last one, and you could see the marks loud and clear. "Ugh" you sighed to yourself, opening the door. "Oh wow! I love it!" he said and you put a hand on your hip. "Too bad you can see my stretch marks from China" you said, turning around. "Wait, what?" he said, jumping up and blocking the door from closing. "My stretch marks" you said, pointing to your stomach. "So? What's wrong with them?" he asked. "I don't like them" you sighed. "You don't? I love them! I think they make your body look so cute" he said, and you made a weird face. "Seriously. The suit looks great" he said, and you decided to get it.

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