66. #66: You're a curvy girl.
#66: You're a curvy girl.
Louis: He loves you the way you are, curves and smile and laugh and all. He can't seem to take his hands off you either, savoring every second of your skin against his. "Fuck," he murmurs softly, his hand stroking your hip and the other on your waist, "You're beautiful."
Niall: He finds every excuse to touch your hips and waist, wrapping his fingers around your skin. "Mmmm," he hums against your mouth, his nose nudging against yours as he stumbles through the bedroom with you in his arms, "I can't wait to touch your body all over."
Liam: He likes a real girl anyways, not one who is model thin, bones and ribs and all. "You're beautiful," he murmurs between kisses, his hand coming down to squeeze your thigh firmly, "I wouldn't want you any other way. You're far prettier than the rest of the girls in the world."
Zayn: He swears you're beautiful every day, promising that you would be beautiful either way. "I don't care," he says softly, kissing you softly before finding his hand on your stomach, "It doesn't matter what you look like, remember? I love you for you. You make me happy, did you know?"
Harry: He finds your curves beautiful, swearing that you're perfectly proportioned. "Look at you!" he says, looking you over while slipping his hand into the crook of your elbow, "Your, er, bum looks hot." You know he's not joking, and a small smirk plays at the corner of his lips.
For all you curvy girls, you're beautiful!