Little Things || Song Preference.

Calum: You can't go to bed without a cup of tea, and maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep. And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me. || I lie on my back with my hand under my head. Y/N is asleep, lying pressed against me. I listen to her as she unknowingly mumbles incoherent things. Whether it be the fact that she falls asleep with the tv on, or that we talk until one of us falls asleep, or even that she always has to have a cup of tea before bed, she talks in her sleep: and it just makes me fall more and more in love with her. She mumbles things she would never dare say when she is awake, occasionally muttering her secrets or her deepest thoughts. I don't tell her though. I don't tell her about the things she says or I say back despite that she isn't actually listening. Those conversations at 2am are the conversation that I keep. The words which I am just able to make out placing a smile on my face right before I fall asleep beside her. She makes no sense but I love her. And I am so lucky to love her.

Ashton: You never want to know how much you weigh. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me. || "Ash?" I call out to him from our bathroom. "What?" He yells back. "Can you come here a minute?" I ask not wanting to continue yelling up and down the hallway. I hear the padding of his footsteps as he walks over to me. "What is it?" He asks, a smile resting on his lips when he looks at me. "Have you seen the scales?" I ask as I continue to look around through the cabinets. "Yup." He replies in a popping noise. I look to him, confused and slightly annoyed. "Well where is it? Can you get it for me please?" I ask standing up an shutting the doors. "Nope." He replies back, blandly. "Ash, you're getting on my nerves. Can you at least tell me where it is so I can get it myself?" I question, my patience growing thin. "No again." He tells me. I sigh and brush past him, walking to our bedroom as he follows closely behind me. Ashton goes and sits on his side of the bed, watching me as I change into my jeans. I groan as I try and pull the skinny jeans up, sucking in my stomach as I try to do it up. Ash laughs as I jump, pulling the jeans up with me doing the all too famous 'skinny jean dance'. "Stuff it, I'm wearing trackies." I mutter as I once more change. "Stop staring at me." I snap at Ashton, clearly in a foul mood. "What's wrong?" He asks as he tried to get me to look at him. I sigh in defeat and rant to him about what has gotten me so worked up. "I feel like I've been putting on weight and I keep checking, paranoid that I have. My jeans don't fit me anymore either." I confess, now is a calmer yet sadder tone. "I can assure you that you have not put on any weight and that you don't need to loose any. And I did the laundry the other day so I may have shrunk some of our clothes." He sheepishly admits. I laugh at his antiques, a smile retiring to my features. "You don't need to worry about yourself, Y/N. You're perfect to me."

Luke: You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you. And you'll never treat yourself right, darling, but I want you to. If I let you know I'm here for you: maybe you'll love yourself like I love you. || I listen to my best friend as she continues to tell me why she hates herself so much. Why she wishes she never existed and why she is sick of herself. My heart breaks a little every time but I know that all she needs is someone to listen to her and tell her that she is not as bad as she thinks she is. Tears cascade down her cheeks as she tells me what she does to herself. The way she treats herself and how she thinks she deserves it. I want her to see her worth, gosh I do. And I wish so much that she would mend herself instead of destroy herself. She looks up to me with bloodshot eyes, makeup smudged and a whole lot of hurt plastered across her face. "I'm here for you, Y/N. No more hiding: you can tell me anything. You'll be ok." I promise her just praying she will she how much she means to me. She nods slowly, taking in the words I say to her as I do too. I pull her in by her hands, holding her close to me as she wraps we arms around my shoulders. "We'll be ok."

Michael: You've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I'll love them endlessly. || I pulled at the skin on my stomach wishing it was flat. My eyes traveled down to my thighs and I sighed as I thought about how big they looked. I walked over to my wardrobe, dressed in booty shorts and a singlet as I searched for something to wear. I was past the point of hating myself and instead of crying about it, I was just angry at myself. Everything that I own made me look fat and disgusting and I had no money to buy posh, expensive clothes. "You should wear that." Michael states as he walks in, looking at the dress I hold to my body. "I don't think I will." I mutter as I place it back on the hanger. Thinking that Michael had left the room, I continued to stare at myself, pointing out all my flaws and features. I jump when I see the reflection of Michael walking over to me as I thought he had left the room. He walks up and wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder. "Don't look at yourself like that." He mumbles as he presses his lips to the side of my neck. I twist my arm so that I place my hand in Michael's hair, letting my fingers run through it. I don't say anything seeing as I don't know what he wants me to say. "I love you, you know that?" He asks, admiring my reflection on the mirror. "Mmhhm." I mumble in response, leaning into him. "And you should know that, that includes all of you. Your skin, your smile, your stomach, your thighs, your laugh - everything. I love all of you." He tells me as he places another kiss to my neck. "Remember that."

Please leave feedback: it really helps me improve and it makes me happy too. I would also like to hank you for getting me to 37K! I know I thank you at every update and I will always thank you guys, but you have all made me so happy without even knowing. I know that by far I am not the best writer but you guys aspire me to be one and I really do love you all. So stay string and know that I am proud of you, and that God has a plan for you. He keeps every promise He makes, you see!

And if you are looking for a sign to not harm yourself: this is it.