Imagine: Little Things by One Direction

                                    

                                          
Imagines based on the song Little Things by One Direction
                          
Luke:
                          
Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, 
                          
but bear this in mind it was meant to be
                          
You were standing in your kitchen, having just hung up the phone. It was your doctor. You had gone in a few days ago for a check up, they ended up running some tests and were calling with the results. Everything checked out and you were healthy, even your baby. "Everything ok, babe?" Luke asks striding into the kitchen. "I'm pregnant," your voice just a whisper. The biggest grin ever spread across his face. You were a bit young, so you were scared but Luke slipped his hand into yours, locking your fingers together. They fit so perfectly, like they were made to be held together. With one simple gesture all your worries faded. 
                          
Ashton: 
                          
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs,
                          
the dimples in your back to the bottom of your spine, but I'll love them endlessly. 
                          
"Babe!" Ashton called up the stairs. "You ready?" He was taking you out for your birthday dinner. When you didn't reply he jogged up the stairs to see what was up. "You ok?" He stops short rounding the corner into your room, finding you standing in front of the mirror in just a bra and underwear. Tears silently falling from your eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" Ashton tried to take you into his arms but you pushed him away. 
                          
          "Don't. I'm so fat. Why do you even like me?" His face twisted in pain and sadness. Ashton sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand out for you to take, pulling you close
                          
         "What? Y/N, I know that you are self consious. But honestly you're perfect to me. Your stomach and your thighs may look awful to you but I love them. Even the dimples in your back, they are so cute. I just wish you could see yourself the way I see you." As he finished his speech you were crying harder, this time because of how lucky you were to have someone as kind and caring as Ashton in your life. 
                          
Calum:
                          
I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks 
                          
and it all makes sense to me
                          
He was sitting beside her on the brilliant green grass. She was wrapped in his arms securely. He had just come home from tour and surprised her with a picnic lunch. The birds are chirping, wind gently blowing, and the sun shining bringing out noticeable freckles across her cheeks. He absent mindedly brought his index finger to her face, drawing patterns like a dot to dot. She giggled at his touch. As he brushed over her skin it hit him like a ton of bricks. Everything made sense. "I love you." The words seemed to tumble from his lips carelessly.
                          
           "You what?" she turned to look at him.
                          
           "I love you," he repeated. She had heard him the first time, but just wanted to clarify. 
                          
           "I love you too, Calum" 
                          
Michael: 
                          
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
                          
Michael watched as she pulled on a pair of jeans. A pair of jeans that just last week were form fitting, now hang loosely on her hips. "Babe, have you been eating?" He quietly asks, knowing her history. Her eyes scanned the room, everywhere but at his. Finally she shook her head no.
                          
          "Y/N, you were doing so well. What changed?"
                          
          "I looked repulsive! It was terrible!" 
                          
          "I think you look amazing. All the time. But I'm always here. I am never going anywhere. We are going to to kick this disease's ass. Ok?" 
                          
           "Thank you. I can't do this without you, Mikey." She burries her head in his chest, his arms protect her. 
                          
            "Maybe one day you'll love yourself as much as I love you." 
                          
got really inspired today! Also you guys got these to over 14K reads! I honestly never thought these or my stories would get over like 10 reads! You guys blow my mind! Thank you sooo much! You have no idea how much it means to me! :) xo -Rachel