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HARRY: You were looking at your body in the bathroom mirror, squeezing that little pudge on your stomach that threatened to pop out in every single outfit you tried on. "Babe, are you almost ready?" Harry shouted from your bed. You peeked your head around the corner of the wall to look at your boyfriend sprawled out on the bed in his suit and tie. "Do I have to go with you? I can't find anything to put on, Harry." You heard him grunt in response. "Y/N, you look beautiful in everything. Just put a dress on." He said getting up off the bed walking towards the bathroom. You stood in the mirror facing away from the door continuing the pushing and squeezing on your stomach. "Why why why." You whispered to yourself frustratedly. You grabbed another dress from the twenty others you layed out on the counter. You put the next one on and got it all situated and looked in the mirror. You started posing in different ways to make yourself look thinner. You put your hands on your hips in about ten different positions and still failed. Completely frustrated you rested your face in your hands and slid down the side of the door frame. Trying to keep in the sniffles that begged to come out. You felt two hands touch your arms. "Babe. Why are you doing this?" You opened your eyes and saw a crouching, upset Harry. "Because." You said throwing your hands out as if it was an obvious answer. "Because what?" He said making a face. "Because I'm fat, Harry. I can't wear any of these dresses. I can't wear anything unless it's a baggy t-shirt and sweat pants because it hides all of.." You let your legs go straight and squeezed your tummy rolls to prove your point. "All of this.." you said with defeat. You heard Harry giggle for a moment. He grabbed your hands and helped you up to your feet and immediately gripped your hips. He brought his lips to your neck and started to kiss your sweet spot kissing you up from your neck to your collar bone. He traced his fingertips up and down the middle of your back sending shivers up and down your body. He placed his sweet lips next to your ear and whispered, " I love every inch of that perfect body of yours and theres nothing in this world that would make me change that." Just hearing his raspy, sexy voice sent a wave of pleasure through your body. Just his voice had the power to take you over the edge. He nibbled on your ear and brought his eyes back to meet yours. His eyes changed. Only lust was shown and you knew that you weren't going out in any dress that night.
LIAM: You sat on the couch picking up your legs over and over again seeing how big they got when they squished back down on the couch. This may sound pretty stupid to everyone else but your thighs were a huge insecurity. It's like having two giant chubby sausages for legs. You lied down on the couch and picked up your leg. You grabbed both sides and squished all the fat to the back of your leg which made your leg look instantly smaller. You heard the door slam shut. "Hey babe!" You heard Liam shout. "Hey." You said non enthusiastically. He sat his keys and wallet on the counter and walked into your thigh inspection session. "Whaaaat are you doing?" He said starring at you. "You know, I knew you were a weird girlfriend, but when I come home seeing you laying on the couch checkin out those legs, it kind of freaks me out a bit." He said laughing. You weren't amused. He noticed the non laughing and walked over to you. He grabbed your hands and pulled you to your feet. He let go of your hands and began to crouch down at your feet gliding his hands down your hips reaching your shorts. He unbuttoned them and slid them down your legs leaving them at your feet. He traced his finger tips back up the back of your legs leaving goos bumps in its trail. He reached your bum, gave it a squeeze and traced his fingers to the front of your thighs spreading your legs slightly apart. He gently kissed your thighs all around making you weak at the knees. "Your," kiss, "body," kiss, "is," kiss, "perfect," kiss. Your hands found their way to his hair and you gave it a push to your sweet spot. He smirked and gave your nub a kiss through your panties. He left you hanging and came back up to your lips. "You're body is perfect the way it is and you don't need me or any guy to tell you that. Believe in yourself. have confidence, babe."
NIALL: Your hips were wide. Reallllly wide and it wasn't something you thought was a plus. It was the most distracting part of your body. Guys might think it was "hot" to have wide hips but you couldn't wear ANYTHING all the other girls could wear. High wasted shorts made you look fat, skinny jeans made you look like an elephant and even normal freaking jeans made you look oversized. Your waist wasn't even large, it was those damn hips. By the time you tried on half the pants you owned all of them were on the floor in piles. You felt ugly. You felt fat. You felt completely the opposite of what you should have been feeling. You sat down on the floor in defeat, looking around at all the pants that threatened your waist line. "Why do you have to be so fat?!" You shouted to yourself. You were more than frustrated. You were furious. Nothing fit you right. You threw your hands to your face and decided to let out your frustration. You heard a light knock on your bedroom door. You looked up and there was a sad Niall. He looked around the room and figured out with his own brain what was going on. He walked over to the bed and leaned against your pillows and patted his lap gesturing you to come to him. You got up and crawled on the bed, face tear streaked and a red nose. He spread his legs and you sat right in between them and leaned your back up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you sat there in silence just letting his presence comfort you. "Babe.." He said quietly. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He asked. You sighed in response. "I don't.. I don't look like all of those other girls, Niall. Have you seen them in those magazines? Stick thin, no fat anywhere, their bodies are absolutely gorgeous and I'm over here with these giant ass hips and I can't even look normal in a pair of jeans." You said shaking your head. "It's so frustrating." You said bringing your fingers to your temples. "Look at me." He said. You didn't move. "Y/N, look at me." He said again this time begging you. You turned your head and wiped a tear from your cheek. "You don't look like them because those girls aren't real. That shit is fake okay? No one looks like that. No one does. You are beautiful the way you are and you were made that way you are for a reason. Who gives a shit if you have bigger hips? Some girls have bigger thighs, bigger waists, bigger boobs, rounder face, no one is the same. No one. You think it would be better if every single female out there looked like that? No. Of course their bodies aren't ugly either but neither is yours. No ones body is perfect and no ones body looks the same. Everyone was made different, okay? Everyone is beautiful in their own way and everyone is beautiful to someone else.." He said pausing. "And you're beautiful to me." He said wiping your tears away. "So stop thinking that you have to be this, thin girl when I like you being a full girl." He said smirking grabbing your hips giving them a squeeze.
LOUIS: "Louis, can you bring me a bigger size.." You whispered poking your head out of the dressing room. "Yeah, of course, I'll be right back." He said smiling. You huffed and looked at your ass in the mirror. This shit wouldn't fit in a pair of jeans even if you got a size 16. NOTHING fits. NOTHING. "Here you go babe." He said pushing the jeans through the side of the curtain. "Thanks." You said tugging them. You unhooked them from the hanger and unbuttoned the front and undid the zipper. "This better fit.." You said to yourself. You slid one leg in and then the other making it up the calfs, the knees, the thighs AND nope. Couldn't fit it over your ass. "Are you kidding me right now?" You said in frustration. You took the pants off angrily and threw them on the ground. You leaned your head against the wall and gripped your head. "Such a joke.." You said quietly. You felt two hands wrap around your waist spinning you around. "Louis!" You shouted. "Shhhh.." He said pressing his finger to your lips. He took a few steps back to admire your legs and thong. You immediately felt insecure and started to cover up. He grabbed your hands and pushed them against the wall. "Stop it." He said sternly. He twisted you around so your stomach was facing the wall. He pushed your back down with his hand making your ass stick way out. "Louis what are you.." SMACK. A sudden wave of shock and pleasure came over your body and your mouth begged to moan. "Louis.." You said quietly. "You think your ass is too fat. I think otherwise." He said giving your ass another smack. You threw your head back in pleasure biting your lip to keep from moaning. "Your ass is perfect, Y/N and theres nothing I would ever do to change it." He said massaging it. He gave it one last smack and flipped you around. "You need to learn that your body is beautiful. Its gorgeous. Its a fucking masterpiece and no one has a body that looks just like it."
