Harry: You didn’t know where to go. You just kept running. You closed your eyes as the tears ran down your face. You shut your eyes, hoping you could just think of something else besides Harry. But, when you shut your eyes, the only images that came to your mind were her kissing him, and Harry staring at her chest. You opened your eyes, and wiped away the tears. You hear someone calling your name, but you ignored it, and ran faster. “(y/n)! (y/n)! Please stop!” The voice was coming closer. You looked behind you, still running, and saw Harry trying to catch up to you. You began to tear up again. You then tripped on your foot and fell down. You groaned, and saw Harry standing next to you. He was breathing heavily. “(y/n)… I… am… sorry… I didn’t know you loved me…” He breathes, wiping the sweat off his forehead. You wipe your nose and stand up. Harry begins to speak “If only I knew-,” “Harry. Please shut up and go away.” You spit, turning around and beginning to run again. He grabs your wrist. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so blind. I’m sorry-,” He begins. You begin to sob again. But this time it quickly turned into anger. “HARRY EDWARD STYLES! I HAVE LOVED YOU FOR YEARS NOW! BEFORE YOU KNEW I LIKE- I mean… LOVED YOU, YOU WERE GOING AROUND KISSING AND BANGING EVERY GIRL YOU LAID EYES ON! HOW CAN I FORGIVE YOU?” You scream. He stares at you blankly, and processes what you said. Tears well up in his eyes. “I didn’t think you liked me in that way…” He began to sob loudly. You began to soften. Although you hated his guts at the moment, you always HATED whenever he cried. You bite your lip, and sigh. “I don’t want to lose you, (y/n).” He said, wiping his nose with his hand. “Do you love Emily?” You ask, looking into his eyes. He stares into yours, and bites his lip. He shuts his eyes, and nods. “Yes. I do (y/n). BUT- Please don’t go! Please!” He grabs your arm, and you feel your eyes water. “I really love you. It’s true. But not in that specific way. I’ll be here for you, if any boy hurts you, if there is a problem, if there is something you need. I will be here.” He says, trying to act strong. You shake your head. “I need you, Harry. I love you.” You say, wrapping your arms around his torso, and burying your head in his chest. “I’m here, now. I love Emily. I love you. I love Emily differently than I love you. I love her as… as a lover. I love you as a sister… as a best friend.” He says, stroking your back. You nod. “I understand, Harry.” You feel his tears dropping on your head. He kisses your forehead. You two stay in this position for what seems like forever. “She seemed very sweet.” You say, breaking the silence. “She is.” He replies. “Would you like to get a proper meeting with her?” He asks a grin on his face. You nod. “Yeah, Harry. I would love to.” He wraps his arm around your neck, and you’re happy to have such a great friend like Harry.
Niall: You snatched your keys out of your pocket, and stuck it in the key hole. You pushed the apartment door open, and crashed into your couch. You fell down, and began to wail loudly. Your phone began to vibrate, but you ignored it. You grabbed a pillow, and hugged it tightly. You wiped away your tears, but new ones reappeared. You turned on the TV, and a special about One Direction was on. You angrily clicked the next channel. Camp Rock was on. Demi’s face appeared, and then you angrily flipped to the next channel. X-Factor was on. You threw the remote across the room, and it hit the wall. You shut the television off, and ran into your room. You threw your face into your pillow, and let the tears make your pillow wet. You continued to cry when you heard footsteps in your apartment. You could smell him. A blond stepped into your room. “(y/n)!” He screamed, diving onto the bed. You hid your face. He jumped on top of you, and pinned you down by your shoulders. “Don’t run away. Please.” He whispered, tightening his grip. “Listen to me.” He says, lying beside you. You lie on your side, not facing him. “I never knew you felt this way about me, babe. I wouldn’t have said the things I did.” He placed his hand on your shoulder. “Say something. Please.” He says. You can hear the pain in his voice. “You aren’t sorry, Niall. I know you meant what you said. You said you LOVED her. You said she was hot. I have watched you become what you are now, and it tears me apart whenever I see pictures of you kissing other girls! I have loved you ever since the day we met, and you never- EVER felt the same way. That just… kills me. To know the person I would die for doesn’t care for you the way you care about them.” You say, still not looking at him. You heard him open his mouth, but then he shut it. “Ever since day one? You loved me then, too?” He asked quietly. Your lip trembles. “Yes, Niall. I have. I love you. I love every bone in your body.” You say, wiping away a tear. You felt an arm wrap around your waist. His fingers laced through yours. “Do you love me?” You ask, looking into his eyes. He hesitates. You look down, feeling your heart beginning to break. “Yes. But- I… well,” He stutters. “You love Demi more than me. I get it, Niall. I just don’t see why you have to rub it in my face.” You say, rolling your eyes. Before you can turn around, he grabs your shoulder. “No. I love you. If anyone tries to hurt you, I will destroy them. If anyone bullies you, they’re going to have to deal with me.” He lifts your chin so your eyes meet his. “I do love you, but….” “You want Demi.” You say finishing is sentence. “Listen, (y/n), I know you don’t approve of… me and Demi, but you have to give her a chance. She’s sweet, nice, and has a great sense of humor. Please. I will make it up to you.” Niall says, leaning his forehead against yours. You sigh. “Okay. One chance. One and only one. And… you promise you’ll make it up to me?” You ask a warm smile on your face. He chuckles. “Yes. I promise.” He kisses your nose softly. “Want to go back to the pool? Liam, Dani, Lou, Eleanor, Haz, Perrie and Zayn are coming soon.” He slides off the bed, and holds out his hand. You smile. “Let’s go, my Irish Potato.” You hug him, and he hugs you back. Even though you couldn’t have him, you were happy you were his best friend.