99. #99: You're scared to have sex. *mature*
#99: You're scared to have sex.
Louis: He smooths the hair back from your face, hovering over you on just his palms. "Don't be scared, I'm right here." He squeezes you gently. "It's just you and me, remember? Just tell me when to stop."
Niall: His lips stop on your neck. He looks up, meeting your concerned gaze with gentle eyes. "You have nothing to be scared about, baby," he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth, "But if you want to stop at any time, just let me know. I'd rather you be comfortable, okay?"
Liam: "I'm kind of scared, too," he mumbles, staring up at the ceiling while rubbing your hand, "Scared that I'm going to hurt you the most. I don't want to hurt you." He sighs deeply, but gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "I don't like hurting you."
Zayn: Against your neck, he chuckles gently, kissing your bare shoulder and retreating back up to your jaw. "It's normal to be scared," he reassures you, lips grazing against your ear, "But I'll take good care of you. Do you trust me?"
Harry: He frowns, genuinely worried about you. He stops his lips at your collarbone, mumbling against them, "I wouldn't hurt you, you know that? I would never, ever ever, hurt you. I love you. Just focus on me and I promise things will be okay."