Harry: Harry sighed and slid his phone into his pocket for a third time. "Is it [Y/N] again?" Liam looked at him from across the table. "Yeah," Harry sighed, "I love her to death, but she calls me like five times a day. There's nothing I want more than to talk to her, but when we're recording and my phone starts buzzing, we have to start all over again..." Liam nodded, "You know [Y/N] is chill, you could just tell her and she'd stop." Sure enough, later that evening, Harry came home to your flat and sat down with you on the couch. "[Y/N], recently you've been..." "Calling you a lot?" You bit your lip, fully aware of where this was going. "Yeah," Harry sighed, "And it's not like I don't want to talk to you..." "I know," you nodded, "Ever since I lost my job I just get bored around here... I won't call as much." Harry frowned, kissing your temple, "I didn't know that. Why didn't you tell me? We can get lunch together tomorrow."
Zayn: "Yes," you nodded into the phone, "Uh huh... no... that's perfect..." "Come on!" Your girlfriend hissed, both of you standing outside of a store. "I know," you mouthed to her, then turned back to the phone, "Zayn? Hey, I got to go. Okay, love you, too." You hung up and sighed, going inside with your girlfriend. "What's up with Zayn?" She raised an eyebrow, "He's been a little clingy." "We had a big fight a few days ago, and ever since we made up he's been afraid of losing me." "Well," your friend smiled, "That's cute, right?" You chewed on your lip, thumbing through clearance racks. "It is cute, however, it also gets a little annoying just when he calls nearly every hour. When I meant 'spend more time with me' I meant in person. The calling is unnecessary." Your phone buzzed and you grabbed it, reading a text from Zayn: Remember how much I love you xx You smiled, murmuring to yourself, "Yeah, but it's pretty cute..."
Liam: "Where are you going tonight, babe?" You stuck your head out of the bathroom while Liam was getting ready. "Oh," he sighed, "You know. Out. With the boys." You stepped out, putting a hand on your hip, "You've been going 'out' a lot, Liam. Where are you going?" Liam got visibly flustered, suddenly getting dressed quickly, "Why are you so clingy all of a sudden? Oh my god..." His face got red as he fought to get his shoes on. Your face fell and you went back into the bathroom, "I didn't think I was being that clingy..." Liam came in a second later, remorse all over his face. He came up behind you and hugged you, whispering gently, sighing, "There's a surprise party for Niall this weekend. I've been planning it. And you're so bad at keeping secrets," he giggled, "I didn't want to tell you. You're not clingy. Not at all." You turned around and kissed him, smiling, "You know I'm going to tell him..."
Louis: "How's Louis the second time around?" Your girlfriend giggled while you both were at coffee. You had left Louis a few months ago, but through sheer persistence he had gotten you back. You'd told him that he never had enough time for you, and ever since you'd been back together he'd been struggling to make sure he didn't make the same mistakes. When you'd sent your phone to voicemail for the third time during coffee, your girlfriend laughed. "It's not bad," you shrugged, "I mean, he's trying you know?" "Trying?" She laughed again, "Babe, he's going overboard. But at least he listened, you know? I still can't get my boyfriend to text me." Right on cue, Louis sent you a message. Guessing you're busy right now. Sry for all the calls. Just want you to know whenever you're on my mind. You giggled, blushing and showing the phone to her. Yeah... it would work this time.
Niall: "Hey Princess," Niall picked up the phone, "Yes, yes I'll be home at six. Yes. Yes. Okay... Yeah, babe, I got to go..." When Niall finally hung up the phone he let out a little sigh, looking at Zayn. "Damn," he breathed out, "I love [Y/N], but she's seriously called me like eight times today to check up on when I'm coming home." Zayn chewed on his lip for a second, looking at the ground, "Yeah... mate, that's crazy." Niall stopped, ducking his head to meet Zayn's line of sight. "What do you know that I don't?" Zayn sighed, looking at Niall, "She doesn't want to worry you. But the apartment was almost robbed a few days ago. She doesn't like being home alone in it now, I think that's why she's so paranoid about you coming home now." Niall sank down on the couch in the recording studio, before jumping up, "I'm going home right now. Oh my gosh, poor [Y/N]. Cover for me!"
