Louis:
"Hello darling!" You pursed your lips at Louis for a kiss. Louis gave you a quick kiss before making his way to the kitchen. You turned, confused, watching as your boyfriend came from the kitchen with a wine bottle in his hand and plopped himself down on the couch. "Darling?" You whisper-asked as you walked over to the couch. You sank down beside Louis into the couch. "Hey, love," you elbowed him since he continued ignoring you. Louis looked at you, his blue eyes filled with sadness. "Wanna talk about it, Lou?" You asked quietly. The brunet sighed and shook his head. "Can you just hold me?" You ran a hand through his feathery hair and took the wine bottom from his delicate hands before lacing one of your hands with his. Louis leaned into you, his back flush with your chest. He closed his eyes, willing the day to become the past and you pressed endless kisses to his head.
Harry:
After an extremely long week of traveling and a concert every night, Harry had finally scored a day off which he took as a day to take you out on a special date. But now, as you were sitting at the table in the hotel room, Harry was absentmindedly pushing around the stray meatball that was left on his plate. A comfortable silence had settled over the two of you as you scooped up the remainder of your spaghetti and put it in your mouth. A loud sigh emanated from Harry's lips which caused you to look up at him. "What's wrong love?" You questioned as you took your plate over to the sink. "What? Oh, nothing," he said, smiling tight-lipped at you and taking his plate to the sink as well. "No really Haz, what's wrong?" You asked again as Harry flopped backwards onto the queen-sized bed. "I don't want anything to ruin this day off or your mood so I'll tell you later," Harry said quietly as he opened his arms for you to crawl into. You snuggled up and laid your head on his chest. "It'll ruin my day more knowing that you're not okay. What's on your mind babe?" You questioned again, your fingers lazily playing with the buttons on his shirt. "It's just... I miss home loads. I wish I had a job where I could see my family just as often. And don't get me wrong, I love having you here it's just..." "Your family is important to you," you finished for him, smiling softly up at your curly-haired boyfriend. "I understand. Look. Next break you have, how about we fly them out here, yeah? They can stay for a couple days, maybe a week, see some of your concerts, go sightseeing and the like." A small smile twitched at the corners of Harry's mouth as he nodded. "I'd really like that," he said. You nodded and planted a gentle kiss to his forehead as you pushed yourself off the bed. "Where are you going?" Harry asked. "To call momma Styles," you answered, grinning even more when you heard him cheer behind you.
Niall:
The boys wandered into your shared apartment with Niall. You stayed on the couch as the five boys walked in. Liam, Zayn, and Louis stayed by Niall, whispering and touching him loads. Niall nodded every now and then but didn't speak much. Your brows crinkled as you stared, not noticing Harry until he sat down on the ottoman in front of you. "Hey, love," Harry gave you a tight smile. "Is there something wrong?" Harry shrugged. "He got a phone call and he was on it for like an hour basically crying and then he was just upset." Both of you looked over at Niall for a moment before you shoved Harry, giving him a look. "Louis would want me to tell you to make him a cuppa." You nodded and Harry squeezed your knee. He got himself up, gathering Liam, Louis, and Zayn on his way out. They gave Niall a pat on the back each as they headed out the door. Niall lagged at the door before heading into the kitchen; you quickly following him in. "What's up, darling?" Niall sighed, fiddling with his hoodie strings. You started the kettle and then leaned against the counter as Niall launched into a story about a phone call with his mother. He explained it vividly and you listened, nodding and humming until he was done. You picked up two tea cups and then poured tea in them. Niall opened his arms for you and you took a seat in his lap, handing him his cup. "I'm sure they don't resent you." You asked after he took a sip. "I'm uninvited, Y/N." Niall groaned. You rubbed his back. "I know it sucks but she has a point." Niall sighed knowing you were right. "It just sucks." Tears pricked his bright blue eyes. "Hey, sweetie, don't cry." You turned in his lap so you two could lock eyes. "It's for the best." Niall nodded as tears fell down slowly. You wiped away his tears and kissed him lightly. "It's okay, darling. It's okay. It's for the best, love." Niall leaned in to kiss your lips and you felt salty skin on yours. "They love you, Ni, and they're so so proud of you." You murmured against his lips.
Zayn:
"They may have gone out to drink." You were chatting on the phone with your best friend, waiting for Zayn to get home. "No, he never comes home drunk. Does he really? That's disgusting, that," the door to the apartment burst open and Zayn walked through, "hey babe!" You interrupted yourself. The dark haired boy didn't look up as he walked to the balcony, cigarettes picked up on his way. "No, he stormed by. He's in a mood." You hung up with that and went to the balcony. Zayn was sitting against the glass of the balcony door, cigarette between his lips, his honey eyes thick with sadness and self-pity. You leaned against the railing and looked at the sky. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," he spoke fast and fierce. "Babe!" "Nothing!" He exclaimed. "Zayn, I wanna help." You whined looking at the Bradford boy who was glaring at the tile. "If you want to help, maybe you could start by not using so many minutes to call your American friends. Have you any idea how much our phone bill is? Always on the phone, you are!" Zayn yelled. "You always call home when you're in America!" You defended yourself knowing he was just trying to deflect the conversation. "I'm the one who pays the bill!" You groaned. "You insisted!" Zayn rolled his eyes, not speaking. The sounds of night took the place of your voice. You broke it first. "Can't you just tell me why you're upset? Why do we need to fight?" Zayn groaned and breathed out smoke. "Maybe when you want to talk about it, I'm not ready. Some of us don't want to talk every single second. I need time and privacy!" "I just want to help!" You exclaimed, tears pricking your eyes. Zayn pulled you down to sit in his lap. "I don't want help."
Liam:
"Cool babe..." Liam said quietly once you finished your extremely elaborate story about your day. You sighed and grasped your phone, turned off the speaker, and held it to your ear. "What's wrong?" You asked. "Is this still about the phone ringing thing?" Liam groaned on the other end and you could hear the phone slam into something which was most likely the pillow that Liam fell back into. "(Y/N), all of my fans think that I yelled at them! And that I only go on twitter to complain. What can I complain about? I'm in a band going on a fucking world tour! I don't want people thinking I hate them because that isn't it. I was tired and I wanted them to stop calling and..." Liam trailed off, his breath coming in shorts gasps. "Li, calm down okay?" You said quietly. "I just don't want them to think I hate them," Liam said in a small voice. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. "Li they don't hate you," you tried but he cut you off. "It's just been eating me up and I haven't been myself I've been snapping at the boys and they haven't even done anything and..." "Liam!" You said, cutting off his rant. "Look you are in America right now and you should be having the time of your life! Don't let one silly fan bring you down. Think of all the other fans that have done everything they could to try and meet you and who worship the ground you step on. Those are the fans you should worry about. Those are the fans that love you. And those fans are about 99% of your fan base. So don't worry about what one girl said. You're living the dream Li, and nothing should stop you from living it." It was silent on the other end for awhile before Liam spoke up again. "I just really love you." You smiled and bit your bottom lip, a rosy blush creeping up your cheeks. "I love you more. Now get some sleep! You have a concert tomorrow!" You said, blowing a kiss into the phone. "I love you. Thank you, so much. Good night babe," he said before he hung up, a smile that had been hidden for days, finally uncovered.
