Niall: … and he couldn’t stop staring at you. He thinks how lucky he is that he got the most beautiful girl in his arms. Fingers danced lightly on your face, making you stir awake. “Stop,” you mumbled, nuzzling deeper in his chest. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Harry: … and he prefers you like this, it shows the real you. Your flaws and your blemishes are what makes you, you. He doesn’t understand why you feel the need to cover it up for anyone, especially for him. The only thing he wants is to make you believe that you don’t need any of those things on your face, because to him you are already beautiful.
Zayn: … and he pulled you in a tight hug, your chin resting on his chest. He tilted your chin, making you look up. Brown eyes tracing every inch of skin on your face. He suddenly leans in, lips brushing over your cheeks before he found the perfect spot to leave a kiss. “You are beautiful,” you could feel his hot breath dancing on your skin, “so beautiful.”
Liam: … and he was infatuated with the way you looked, so carefree and so beautiful. To him it didn’t matter if you had a face full of makeup or the absolute opposite because he loved you. He reminded you often too, he wasn’t going to let you think that you were anything less from perfect.
Louis: … and he loves that you were confident enough to step out and let everyone see your natural beauty. He’s so proud that you didn’t let any criticism crush you. The two of you often pop to the shops for grocery food and other necessities and get papped in your comfy clothes. “This is fun, innit?” he would tell you, spinning the trolley around.
