Harry- You watched the red digital numbers of the clock on your nightstand change and time seemed to speed by at an alarming rate. It should have frightened you, stirred you into movement but you stayed in bed all motivation had evaded you. You weren’t sure what day it was or the week, all you could focus on was the always-changing numbers and the darkness in your head, the darkness that had drained you of all will. Your phone had gone dead days ago and was promptly replaced with a banging on your apartment door, you never had the energy to answer it. Everything had gotten so overwhelming it was easier to shutdown. Footsteps rushing down the hall should have concerned you; no one had a key. The bed shifting beneath added weight behind you should have made you move but you continued to stare at the clock. Firm hands gripped your waist turning you; you tried to keep your focus on the red numbers until a warm had tilted your chin forcing you to meet the bloodshot eyes of your boyfriend. “Baby what’s wrong,” he questioned softly. You opened your mouth wanting to tell him but you didn’t trust yourself to speak. He kissed your cheek making you realize you were crying. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say, let’s just get you cleaned up. Okay,” he stated softly. All you could do was nod as he stood slipping an arm under your legs and the other behind your back carrying you to the bathroom. He stripped you down with all the care in the world, as water filled the bathtub. Once you were relaxed, in the warm water, you poured your heart out and he listened only interrupting when you started apologizing for falling into your zombie-like-state.
Louis- You sat on the couch like you had been since you lost your job three days ago; book in hand reading, or at least, pretending to read. Louis had tried to talk to you but you blew him off, you could tell he was beginning to get frustrated. You felt awful for the way you were acting but you couldn’t force being okay because honestly you weren’t, it went far beyond the loss of a beloved job and ended in self-loathing. Finally, Louis had enough tugging the book from your hands tossing it carelessly. He lifted you up flipping you over his shoulder despite your protest. “No more,” he proclaimed. “We’re going out.” You tried to protest but he wouldn’t have it as he pulled out clothes for you to change into, you gave in. He took you bowling cracking awful jokes, took you to dinner pulling ridiculous faces, and finally to the park forcing you onto the swings. All night he demanded every ounce of your attention until you couldn’t from a proper thought that didn’t involve him and the laughter leaving your mouth.
Niall- Niall eyed you carefully from across the table as you picked at your food, nibbling on bites here and there before finally settling on pushing it around the plate with your fork. Your lack of appetite over the last few weeks had not gone unnoticed by him; he was starting to get worried; afraid even. You may have been sitting right across from him but you weren’t there with him and he didn’t know what to make of it. He tried talking to you, however, every conversation he struck up you managed to turn it into idle chat. At every joke he made you would try to force a smile but it mainly looked like a grimace to him. You weren’t sure why you were feeling so down, to the point you had lost your will to eat and ability even to fake a smile. To make it even worse you weren’t entirely sure there was a reason. “(y/n), did I do something?” The sudden question laced with quiet sadness and vulnerability Niall rarely showed caused the fork you held to slip with a clatter to the plate as you stared wide-eyed at a clearly miserable Niall. He looked so hurt and confused it broke your heart, you couldn’t stand to see him like that; slowly you started to explain your depressed mood as best you could and you found by doing so a small bit of that darkness had lifted.
Zayn- You knew that lately your depression had been getting the best of you; however, you hadn’t realized just how detached you had gotten. That is until, after a long days work, you walked through your door to find your apartment dimly lit with candles, soft music playing and Zayn waiting for you. “What is all this,” you asked equally astonished and confused. “It- You don’t like it do you?” You smiled a genuine smile, as he started to panic, moving to blow out the candles. “I love it Zayn. I just don’t understand, why,” you clarified reaching out to catch his arm. “I wanted to do something nice for you, something to make you happy,” he admitted shuffling his feet. Your smile grew and it was beginning to make your cheeks ache. “There’s more,” he said suddenly taking your hand, rushing upstairs. He led you into the bathroom, also illuminated with flickering flames, a bath drawn with bubbles and flower petals. “Wow, this is amazing,” you whispered amazed, feeling breathless; knowing the words didn’t do the scene before you justice but it was all you could manage.
Liam- “Babe, wake-up.” Liam encouraged gently nudging your shoulder, groaning you rolled away from him. Feeling him shift coming toward you once again, you let out a low growl; however, instead of finding the animalistic noise frightening he let out a soft chuckle. “Come one babe, I made you breakfast.” At that, you perked up, setting up in the bed finally noticing the tray of food on the nightstand. “That’s really sweet Liam,” you commented leaning over to kiss his cheek. “What’s the occasion?” You questioned curious, he shrugged fiddling with his fingers. “I know you were upset that I have to leave so soon, after just getting back, I wanted to do something for you before I have to leave.” You smiled a sad smile, wishing you had more time. “I’ve got movies and I thought we could just stay in bed all day watching them, just me and you,” he continued. “I’d love that Li.” Tomorrow might be awful but today was going to be worth smiling about.
