YOU WON'T ADMIT YOU LOVE HIM
Zayn: "Is that all I am to you?" he shouts, fingers tangling in his hair with frustration. "Just someone to screw around with?" You shake your head, letting out a huff of breath. "No, Zayn! You're so much more than that," you shout back, shaking your head. "Am I? Then why don't you ever act like it? I tell you I love you all the time and all I get is a nod. If you don't love me then tell me, tell me right now so we can break-up before you hurt me even more," he replies, eyes wet with unshed tears. "Damn it, Zayn!" you shout, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him closer. "I love you! I love you! Damn it, I love you!"
Harry: "I love you," he blurts out, watching you pour pancake batter onto the griddle. The way you're standing barefoot in his Ramones shirt with your hair messy and un-brushed. The way you're making pancakes and humming songs on Sunday morning. "Oh," you reply, watching the pancakes begin to burn from the corner of your eye. "Oh? Oh," he repeats, cheeks flushing pink. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I should just," he begins, heading to the door. "I should go." "No!" you shout, grabbing his wrist. "Don't go. Don't...Harry..." He shakes his head, eyes sad and cheeks bright. "Why should I stay? If you don't love me, why should we keep going on?" You shake your head and pull him in for a kiss, stepping back once he finally pulls away. "Because damn it, Harry Styles. I love you. I love you to the stars and back."
Niall: "Do you even love me?" he asks one night, tangled beside you in the sheets. "Niall-" you begin, this discussion all-too-familiar. "Don't 'Niall' me! I need you to tell me," he frowns, crawling out from under the covers. "Niall, come on, come back to bed," you protest, reaching for his arm. "Stop this," he frowns, sliding his shirt over his head. "Look if you don't love me back then that's okay. I've been friendzoned before but if you don't love me I don't think I...I can't be friends with you because damn it, it hurts so much and..." Before he can continue you cut him off, pressing your lips to his. "The problem is, I do love you," you whisper, eyes on his. "I love you so much, too much and I'm scared, okay? I'm so scared of being in love but all I know is I love you so so much."
Louis: "What is wrong with me?" he shouts, placing his hands on his temples. "Nothing, why do you ask?" you reply, confused. "Because there must be some reason you don't love me back," he begins, voice loud and sad and frustrated. "Damn it, I love you so much and I've never felt this way and I can't keep living everyday wondering if you feel the same. You never say it and I don't know. I don't know!" You shake your head and step over to him, placing both hands on his cheeks. "I'm not good at saying it, all right? Those three words are hard for me to say," you reply quietly, eyes locked on his. "But I...I love you, Lou. I love you so much and I'm sorry you thought I didn't because, damn it, I really do."
Liam: "Admit it," he smirks, catching you staring at him. "You love me." You shake your head, cheeks pink. "I don't love you." He jokingly frowns but then leans over and nearly pins you to the couch, tickling your sides. "Say you love me!" he laughs, tickling your waist. "L-Liam!" you manage between laughter. "Cut it out!" He shakes his head, tickling your sides as he peppers your cheeks with kisses. "Tell me!" You stick out your tongue and give in. "Fine, Liam! I l-love you, now s-stop tickling me!" you shout between pearls of laughter, pressing a kiss to his lips.
QOTD: (Yes i'm back with rewriting some questions lol, I suck) But favorite snack of all time?
A: I have too many lol, but if I had to choose it would have to be Goldfish crackers lmao
