Liam: "Breathe with me." He pleaded, grabbing your hands in his without breaking eye contact. "Listen to me," He began, exaggerating his breathing so you would catch on. "I’ve heard you recite this about a million times, and you haven’t messed up a single time! You’re gonna do amazing!" He praised, bringing your hands to his lips. "You’re gonna do great."
Zayn: "Look at me." He directed quietly, you obliged, his eyes calming you instantly. "You’ll be perfect." He whispered, leaning in and brushing your forehead with his lips. "And whoever thinks differently is crazy, yeah? You’re perfect, you’ll do perfect." He smiled down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and ducking to kiss your cheek. "Just perfect."
Louis: "Don’t worry about what they’re gonna say." He smiled down at you, cupping your face with his hands. "No matter what goes on in there, I’ll be there next to you the whole time. No matter what.” He whispered, kissing your lips lightly. “Nothing they say can hurt you. You’re too amazing to put up with anyone’s shit so don’t worry.”
Niall: “I’m back,” He smiled, coming up next to you and placing a kiss on your cheek. “You doin’ okay?” He asked when he noticed your stillness and lack of reaction to his return. “Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?” He whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist. “A couple tim-” “Let me say it again. You look beautiful, stop worrying so much.”
Harry: "They love anything that makes me happy." He smiled, squeezing your right knee from the other side of the car, keeping his eyes on the road. "And they’ll love your dress and the way you’ve done your hair today. You have nothing to worry about." He sighed, smiling over at you. "And if there is for some reason an issue, I’ll be right there, so don’t worry." You smiled up at him, and he continued. "They’ll love you."
