#16 - When He Breaks Down
Liam: It’s the moment he lays eyes on his new baby. The new baby that he had been waiting for, for so long, and they were here. “Holy shit.” He whispered under his breath, gasping and covering his mouth as soon as the words were spoken. “I can’t swear anymore.” He blubbered, the tears pouring down as he walked from your squeezing hand to cut the umbilical chord. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, picking her up and bringing her over to you. “Daddy’s little girl.”
Zayn: It’s the moment he has to turn away from your pretty face. He had held you to his chest for as long as his arms would let him and now it was finally time to turn around and walk away, committing himself to only hear you through speakers and see you through screens for months and months. “Don’t cry.” You whispered, reaching your hand up to thumb away his tears. “Please.” You whimpered and he only choked back a sob, leaning into you once more as the tears came down, soaking your shoulder as he held onto you as tightly as possible. “You’re gonna be okay.” You whispered, hand on his neck as he buried his face into your hair.
Louis: It’s the moment you’re brought up in a one-on-one interview. “People need to fucking stop.” He grumbled angrily to himself. “What was that?” The petite woman asked politely. He looked up to her and locked eyes with her for a moment before turning away, shaking his head. “No one believes me.” He said louder this time, his emotions finally flowing through his words. “No matter how many times I say it, no one thinks I’m happy. I’m so happy!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms up to emphasize. “I don’t know how many more times I’ll fucking have to say it, but everyone’s hurting her by trying to get her off of me. You’re hurting her and you’re hurting me, so the more you insist she’s a gold digger, and the more you insist I’m gay and I belong with Harry, the more you’re hurting me. And I’m sure there are a lot of fans out there that think I’d be great with them, and hell! Maybe I would! But unfortunately I can’t run around and talk to and flirt with every one of them out there. So please.” He finally froze to breathe, his eyes flickering back to the baffled looking woman, him shaking his head and wiping his face. “I’m so sorry.”
Niall: It’s the moment you do. And it’s so hard for him because you’re so far away from him and there isn’t anything he can do. “I-I can’t any-anymore.” You stammered, panting heavily as he answered your call with a quick ‘Hello’. “What?” He asked carefully, holding up a hand to shush the lads as he excused himself to another room. “Baby, don’t say that.” He mumbled softly, running a hand through his hair before nervously fingering the hem of his shirt. “Baby, if you cry, I’m gonna cry.” He whispered but his eyes deceived him as huddled tears ran down his face. “We’re stronger than a couple months and a couple miles. Aren’t we, love? We’re gonna see each other in another month and a half. And when I see you again, I’m going to love you more than I’ve ever loved anything else ever and I’m gonna make you so happy and I’m going to-” “Niall.” You stopped him, giggling a bit when he sighed. “I didn’t get a word of that, you’re mumbling everything.” You sighed and tried to bring the light to things as some more tears slipped down your face. “We’re gonna be okay.” He sniffled, smiling to himself as he spent a couple more hours on the phone with you.
Harry: It’s the moment his Mum asks how you’re doing. “It uh- it’s over, Mum.” He sighed, removing his beanie from his head and running his hands through his hair. “Oh baby.” She whispered, rubbing his back as some harmless tears streamed down his face. “What happened?” She asked quietly and he swallowed the lump in his throat for the moment. “She felt like I didn’t have enough time for her anymore.” He sighed, grasping his warm cup of tea as his mother handed it to him. “If I knew anything about you and how much you love her, I’d say she said those things because she needed you to spend more time with her and bring her places, and you know what, love? I know you have all that time. I know you don’t need to be going out all the time and if you do then she needs to come. It’s hard being in a relationship when you’re always the one waiting at home.” He rambled, wiping a tear away as he turned his head away, embarrassed to cry in front of his Mum. “So what do I do?” He breathily asked, taking a sip of his tea. “You go get her.”
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