Louis: "Hey babe" You say while walking into kitchen as Louis walked through the front door. Instead of saying a "Hello" or "Hey!" he walked straight to the couch and slumped down. "Thanks for saying hello back." You said sarcastically. "I'm not in the mood (Y/N)." Louis said gazing over to you. You walked over to the couch and slumped down beside him. "What's wrong?" You ask while tilting your head. "I don't want to talk about it." He said crossing his arms. "Well alright. But if you need to get it off of your chest, just come and tell me alright?" You said while getting up and ruffling his hair. "Wait, come back." Louis said while grabbing onto your wrist. "I don't want to talk about it right now because it'll make my mood 10 times worst but I need you (Y/N). I just want you to tell me one of your stupid jokes or make a silly face or just come here and cuddle with me. Just make me feel better." "I'll do anything to make you feel better babe." You said smiling while crawling onto his lap. His chin rested on your shoulder while his eyes were closed. You hummed the tune of his favorite song. "My favorite song and my favorite girl, nothing could get better, am I right?" He says kissing your cheek softly. Zayn: The clock read 2:00am and Zayn still wasn't back. You waited a few more minutes until you heard the front door knob twist and turn. You watched Zayn walk in with a frustrated look on his face but that didn't stop you from yelling at him. You waited for him to say something first but instead, he walked past you to your room. All you heard was him mumble a few swear words. "So you're just gonna walk past me and not say anything?" You said following Zayn into the room. "What do you mean (Y/N)?" He said giving you a dirty look. "You told me you were going to be home 2 hours ago! You know how worried you got me! You should of at least gave me a call, but no! You don't even care!" "I would have called you but I- I just couldn't okay!" "Why? Were you too busy grinding up against some skank at the club? You make me sick Zayn!" You spat at him. "God dammit (Y/N)!" Zayn said while pinning you against the wall. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his un-easy breath. The anger in his eyes made you fearful. "Don't hurt me." You pleaded. His expression suddenly dropped and he un-pinned you from the wall. "Why would you think I would hurt you? I would never lay a hand on you!" You stayed silent for a while. "You wanna know why I came home so late (Y/N)?" You looked up at him. "I came home late because I got into a fight with some old friend of mine at the club. He said something bad about you an-and I just couldn't stand it. I don't want anyone hurting you, you mean so much to me." He said choking up and looking directly in your eyes. "Zayn, that's so sweet. But you don't have to get into fights because of me. Just leave it alone next time, okay? I love you so much and I don't want YOU getting hurt." You said pulling him in for a hug. He winced at the pain of you squeezing his chest. "What's wrong?" "It hurts" He says lifting up his shirt and reveling his bruise. "Oh my god, I'm gonna go get the Polysporin" You said getting up. "No, leave it." He said pulling you onto his lap. "It's a symbol of bravery for my girl." "That was cheesy but sweet." You say giggling while giving him a light peck on the lips.
Harry: You heard a bunch of keys cling together from outside of your apartment door which notified you that your boyfriend, Harry, was home from the studio. You continued cooking and heard the door lightly shut. He walked into the kitchen but didn't say anything except a small "Hi (Y/N)" as he squeezed past you and got a glass of water, you studied the look on his face and he definitely wasn't happy. He sighed and made his way over to the TV. You followed him into the room and sat beside him, his expression didn't change and he didn't even bother to look at you, instead he took a sip of his water and clicked the TV remote to find something to watch. "What's wrong babe?" You asked, finally breaking the silence. "Well, what can I say (Y/N)." He said while turning his head towards you. "I messed up my solo really badly today, and I didn't mess it up once, I messed it up 7 times!" He yelled while grabbing the bridge of his nose. "Awwh, poor baby. Let's just forget about all of that and cuddle okay? Everything will be okay, You'll do great on your solo tomorrow, I know it." You say with a sympathetic smile while cupping your hand around his cheek. "Thanks (Y/N)." Harry said while giving you a soft smile. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Now this was probably the best part of my entire day." He said kissing your head.
Niall: You were sitting on the couch watching some TLC when you suddenly heard the front door slam which made you jump a bit. "Fucking paparazzi's don't know what fucking privacy is, cunts" Niall said while furiously taking his coat off and throwing it on the couch. "Well hello to you to mr. grumpy." You said while giggling. "Not funny (Y/N)." Niall said as he walked into your shared bedroom and slammed the door. You followed him in as he ripped off the covers and jumped into your bed. "Look, I know your angry but you don't have to slam every door in this apartment!" You said taking a seat on the edge of the bed beside him. "I'm sorry (Y/N), but I'm just really angry at the paparazzi." "What did they do this time?" You asked sighing while running your fingers through his blonde hair. He flipped his body upwards and looked up at the ceiling and then you. "Well, I was walking out of the coffee shop and a bunch of them started attacking me and asking me personal questions. I don't think they know what privacy means!" He said flipping to his back and pulling his pillow on top of his head. "It's their job Ni, it's what they do. I know it's rude but you're going to have to live with it. After all, you are Niall Horan and no one can resist you." You explained while poking his side and taking the pillow off his head. He giggled then sighed. "I guess your right." He said while tapping his fingers on his chest. "Now come 'ere and cuddle with me, that's all I want to do right now." You giggled as he pulled you under the covers with him. His arms were wrapped around your waist while yours were wrapped around his neck, soon enough, both of you fell asleep.
Liam: He walked in your shared apartment silently and made his way over to you. Without saying a word he crashed into your arms and started to cry for no apparent reason. "Liam, baby, what's wrong?" You said pulling away. "I bumped into some fans today." He said sniffling. "Or should I say 'girls who I thought were fans'. They came up to me and I thought they wanted a picture or an autograph but no..." He said grabbing the back of his neck. "Instead they started bashing me mentally by saying rude things. And worst of all, they told me I don't deserve to be in the band." He dropped his head into his hands sobbing. "Hey, you know that's not true baby." You said while lifting up his chin slowly and wiping away his tears. "One Direction wouldn't be One Direction without Liam." "Yes it would, I'm a piece of crap anyways." He said looking up to you. You sighed and grabbed him into your arms. "You're the most perfect boy I've ever met, I don't want you thinking your less than perfect because you're not." He let go and smiled at you with his puffy eyes. "If anyone, your the most perfect human being ever." He said while kissing your forehead
