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<li style="list-style: none; margin: 5px; padding: 0px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #f3f3f3;">Liam:</span> "Babe?" you hear Liam's quiet voice behind you, and you turn your head and smile weakly at your boyfriend through the tears falling down your face. "Babe, whats wrong?" he adds quickly, rushing to your side to wrap his arms around you. "I -" you try to explain, but your voice breaks, so instead you resign yourself to burying your face in his neck. Slowly but surely, the tears reside, thanks to how protected you feel with him wrapped around you. Pulling away, you smile apologetically up at him and he places a hand on either of your cheeks, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead as he mumbles, "You can tell me anything sweetheart, and i'll do my best to make it better, whatever it is,".</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 5px; padding: 0px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #f3f3f3;">Niall:</span> "Ah, Princess!" he dashes to your side, and you quickly try to wipe away the tears before he see's them, but you fail, "Whats wrong? Has something happened?". You shake your head, a strained smile on your face as still the tears flow down your cheeks. He wraps his arms around you, murmuring gently beside your ear, "You can tell me anything, you know that?". You nod numbly on his shoulder before he pulls away, his hand coming to rest on your cheek, "I love you. Please smile beautiful," you laugh weakly, "How's about I get us some ice cream out and we'll watch a film?". "Sounds good to me," you murmur, voice shaky as you head towards the DVD racks. Ten minutes later you get up from the settee, wondering where Niall had gotten to - it shouldn't take this long to get ice cream. "Niall," you pause in the kitchen doorway, finding him resting against the kitchen cabinets, quickly wiping tears from his own cheeks, "Babe, whats wrong?". You move closer to him, and he rests his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him as he chuckles slightly, "I just don't like seeing you sad,".</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 5px; padding: 0px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #f3f3f3;">Louis:</span> "Come on, i'll cheer you up," Louis grins, reaching up to wipe away a few stray tears on your cheek. You nod slightly, looking over at him expectantly. "What's the difference between roast beef and pea soup?" he smiles, wiggling his eyebrows, "Anyone can roast beef,". You raise an eyebrow at him, but still the tears keep falling. He frowns slightly before trying again, "Ok, you have to laugh at this one. What do you call cheese that isn't yours? Nacho cheese! Get it?". You sniff, wiping at your cheeks as Louis gets to his feet. He trips over the leg of the coffee table, causing you to erupt in laughter, the sad tears being replaced by happy ones. He turns to look at you, "You don't laugh at my jokes but you laugh at me getting hurt?" a grin is on his face as he leans back over to kiss your cheek, "I never took you for sadistic - i'm glad you're smiling though,".</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 5px; padding: 0px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #f3f3f3;">Harry:</span> "Love, are you crying?" Harry asks, walking into the kitchen and you quickly turn your back to him, surreptitiously wiping at your damp cheeks. "No," you cough as your voice breaks, and you feel Harrys arms wrapping around your waist, turning you so you're facing him. He looks down at you and you avoid his gaze, "I'm fine," you try to assure him, voice cracking as the tears star falling again. "Hey, shh, everything's ok," he soothes, stroking his fingers through your hair, "Do you want to talk about it?". You shake your head, leaning your head against his chest, letting his scent calm you. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, occasionally pressing his lips gently to the top of your head while you let all your built up emotions out.</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 5px; padding: 0px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #f3f3f3;">Zayn:</span> You lean forward on the settee, face hidden in your hands and shoulders shaking from the sobs escaping you. You feel the dip beside you, and don't even bother looking up, knowing it had to be Zayn as a familiar arm wraps around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You, unsuccessfully, try to curb the tears, so instead turn to bury your face in Zayn's shoulder, as his arms wrap ever tighter around you, making you feel safe. "Oh her eyes her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining," Zayn serenades quietly into your ear, and you can feel the instant effects of his calming tones flooding relief through your body. You stay like that for a while, until he finishes the song before he tilts your chin up to face him, mumbling an "I love you," before he kisses you gently.</li>
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