Louis : “What’s with you?” you asked, seeing Louis as you walked in the door. He was sitting, arms crossed, in a kitchen chair with his computer in front of him. “Look at this” he said bitterly, and you went around to look. There was a photo of you kissing another guy. You were shocked. “I swear to god that isn’t me” you said, staring at the picture. “Right. It isn’t you. I bought you that dress” he said, and he was right. That was your body and your face but you didn’t kiss whoever that guy was. “Louis, I swear I didn’t do this. I don’t know what this picture is. I recognize it but I didn’t kiss this guy” you said, pointing at it. “How am I supposed to believe that?” he said, glaring at you. “You’re supposed to trust me” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. Louis scrolled down and it all made sense. “I wish this picture was real. Y/N is smoking” the caption read. Someone had edited themselves in the picture. “Y/N…” Louis whispered. You stormed off, furious. “Maybe if you trusted me even the slightest bit Louis, you and I would be a little better off” you said, slamming the door. You were furious, sitting on your bed, staring at the wall. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “What do you want?” you growled, and Louis opened to door slowly. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I should trust you. I just, I feel like you’re so beautiful and everyone is going to want you. There’s so many sharks in the water, I get scared you’re going to find someone better” he said, looking at the floor. You got up and hugged Louis. “I love you and only you. You need to trust my judgment” you whispered in his ear. He nodded and kissed your cheek.
Liam: Pictures had come out about you and having coffee with a new guy that wasn’t your boyfriend Liam. People were going nuts. Directioners were questioning your fidelity, you were being called for interviews from everyone and Liam was avoiding you like the plague. You were furious, and you weren’t going to walk on eggshells in your own home. You walked in the door after going to the grocery store and being berated by fans, and decided enough was enough. “Liam Payne, get the hell over here” you screamed. You were sure you could feel the walls shake. He came out of the bathroom, and looked at you. “You have some balls listening to tabloids and fans and rumors without even talking to me” you said, glaring at him. You were mad, hurt, scared and disappointed all at the same time, and Liam could tell. “I saw pictures, Y/N. I know what I saw. I’m believing my eyes” he said, turning to walk away. He went into your bedroom and you followed. There was a suitcase full of his stuff. “Liam! Are you kidding?” you said, pointing at the suitcase. “I won’t be with a cheater” he said, grabbing a duffle bag. “He was my cousin you moron! He was my cousin! I got coffee with my god damn cousin who was stopping over. Look, look!” you said, pulling up his facebook page. His fourth profile picture was you two as kids. Liam looked stunned. “You asshole! I look like a piece of shit because of this” you said, smacking his chest. Liam said nothing, and you hit him again. And again and again, until eventually falling into his arms, crying. “I am so sorry, I need to make this up to you” he said. The next day you two did an interview where he cleared things up and apologized.
Niall: You and Niall were laying poolside at the hotel you were staying at. You were in Vancouver and enjoying the summer sunshine. You were so relaxed, catching some sun, and Niall was sitting next to you texting. “Who ya talking to?” you asked, staring up at the sky. He didn’t answer. You propped yourself up on your elbows. “Niall?” you asked again. This time, he got up and walked away. Confused, you got up to follow him. “What the hell Niall?” you said, getting in front of him and turning him around. “You’re cheating on me” he said. You were shocked. “No I’m not!” you said, eyes wide behind your sunglasses. “Then why would someone tweet me this?” he said, showing you his phone. ‘saw @y/t/n at Celebrities night club, kissing all the boys #player’ and you sighed. “Niall, I-” “Save your breath, Y/N. I don’t need to hear your excuses” he said, storming off. You decided to wait by the pool until he cooled down. After about an hour, you went up to your room. Niall was sitting on the bed, looking out the window. You walked in, and went at sat next to him and looked out the window. “Celebrities is a gay bar. That tweet was about me kissing all the gay guys because they were excited” you said, smirking. “I know, I found that out forty five minutes ago. I just didn’t know how to approach you he smirked back. “Have more faith in me, please” you said, turning your head to him. “I am so sorry Y/N” he said, turning to you. You two kissed and you felt much better.
Zayn: You walked into your flat and there was magazines on the floor infront of you. Pictures of you, kissing a guy, on the cover of single everyone. The tabloids read ‘Y/N stepping out on Zayn Malik’ and ‘A guy with Y/N who isn’t Zayn’ and other ridiculous covers. On the top of them was a note from Zayn, saying he went out of town. You kicked the magazines around the room. “Fucking ridiculous” you said, whipping out your phone. You called Zayn’s publicist. “Hi Y/N, I know why you’re calling” Kim said. “I need you to deal with this. It isn’t true!” you said, tears forming. “I know baby, let me figure it out” she said. You collapsed on you couch, devastated. How could Zayn not even wait around to hear what you had to say about it. You turned on the TV and it was a gossip show. Before you could even change the channel, the story about you and this guy came up. “Oh my god” you said, shutting the TV off and flinging the remote across the room. You were bawling. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were staring up at the ceiling when your phone rang. “Hello?” “Hi Y/N, its Kim. So I just spoke to some of the magazines and they’re not budging. But, I have done one better. I found the original copy of the picture, you’re kissing Zayn. I am emailing it to you, and you need to tweet it” she said, and you could hear typing in the background. You heard your phone ding a new email. “Thank you so much” you sighed. “Any time, love” she said, hanging up. You tweeted the picture, with the caption ‘here’s my ‘other man’ aka @zaynmalik1d, thanks for ruining everything #nicescoop #fuckthetabloids’. Wasn’t your most sophisticated tweet, but you didn’t care. You almost instantly got a call. You saw it was from Zayn, and you answered. “love you. I am so sorry” he said. “Come home” you sighed, and he hung up.
Harry: You were going through some pictures on Tumblr with Harry when one came up of a couple kissing. It was captioned “Y/N kissing some other dude? :O!” You shook your head, laughing. “How is that funny?” Harry said, furious. “That isn’t me” you said, smiling. “Yes it is, that hair looks just like yours” Harry said, pointing at the picture. “Because it’s a similar color and length?” you asked, astonished that this was happening. “You can’t be serious” you said, as Harry got up. “Oh, you kiss another guy and its on me!?” he said, walking away. You looked at the picture again. There was no way that was you. You got frustrated. You were being punished for something you didn’t even do! You stormed around the house before going into the den where Harry was. “Look. It isn’t me. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you don’t even feel like giving me the benefit of the doubt” you yelled, and he shook his head. “I saw the picture” he said and you huffed. “How many ‘pictures of you making out with super models’ have I seen?” you asked, and he rolled his eyes. You went back to your computer to look at it again, and saw that there was over 100 new tweets on your dash. You clicked over and saw that “that’s not Y/N” was trending. You clicked on the trend and saw the picture over and over again. “Ha” you said to the screen. Then you saw the top tweet, ‘that’s not y/n, its me! im a model from nyc and thats my boyfriend! sorry for the confusion #flattered’. You grabbed your computer and went to Harry. “Read em and weep” you said, tossing your laptop on his lap. He went through and his face changed to a smirk. “Dinner and anything else you’d like on me” he said, and you nodded. “You owe me more than that, but it’s a start” you said, as he stood up and hugged you
