HARRY: His fingers traced the long dark marks up your arms. His eyes scanned over them, a look of worry and shock washing over his face. "H-how long?" His eyes met yours; they were filled with tears. "I've stopped before I met you." He pressed his lips to them, kissing each one individually. "Promise me," he started, "that you'll never bring another razor to yourself. Okay?" You nodded, tears beginning to fill your own eyes as well. And for the very first time ever, you actually wanted to stop.
NIALL: "When I was little I had my appendix out." He ran his index finger over the small scar on your lower right side; he'd been doing it all afternoon. "It feels weird." You let out a small laugh before running your fingers through his hair. "It's cool though, it's almost like a battle scar...yeah. That's what I'm gonna call it now, your very own battle scar. How bad ass does that sound?!" You couldn't help but smile at his excitement over such a small mark.
ZAYN: "Where'd you get these from?" Zayn had a day off today, and the two of you spent it all cozied up in bed watching movies. You couldn't help but noticed the small scar he had on his back, no bigger than a screw. "My sisters and I had this tree house in the back yard when we were younger. Long story short, I thought I could fly." You smacked you hand over your mouth to refrain you from laughing so hard. "Only you babe."
LOUIS: "You know," Louis walked in from the kitchen, and set down his cup of tea. "When you were still sleeping I noticed you have this teeny scar in your eyebrow." You took a sip from your own cup as he sat down beside you. "Well...?" You looked at him confused. "Well what?" "Where's it from?" You set the cup down and faced your boyfriend whom, by the way, seemed all too interested in the topic of your scar. "When I was younger I thought it'd be awesome to get a piercing up there. My younger brother yanked it out." His mouth dropped open, and he continued asking questions. Typical Lou...
LIAM: "Babe what's that on your jaw?" You and Liam had been skyping when he noticed your little curling iron accident. "I burnt myself this morning." He made a face that much resembled a five year old trying something gross. "How on earth did you manage that one?" You sighed, as if preparing for a long and drastic story. "Well, I was curling my hair and I basically smacked my face with my curler. I know, I'm an idiot." He laughed and shook his head. "But at least you're a cute idiot."
