Zayn: "Babe, can you come here?" You here Zayn call from your bedroom as you run packed boxes from your flat to the car. You run upstairs to find Zayn going through a bunch of posters and tees. "I knew you were a fan, but ... this big of a fan?" "Hey, shush!" You laugh and he observes a shirt with his face on it. "Nice." He nods. "I never really wore that one though," you say and he looks confused. "Your face was like ... directly on my boob." He grins and throws the shirt at you. "Put it on. Now."
Liam: "Honey bunch, can I ask you something?" Liam's voice is muffled from behind the door. "Sure, hold on!" You yell, finishing up your hair and running into your room. "What's up?" He holds up a bunch of jewelry pieces. "A One Direction charm bracelet, a necklace, our logo on earrings, a necklace with me-" "What's your point, Payne?" He laughs and waves you over, motioning for you to spin around as he twirls his finger in the air. You do as you were told and Liam pushes your hair to the side. He puts on a necklace and you look to see that it was the one with only him on it. "You're too cute." You both say at the same time, sharing a kiss.
Louis: "[Y/N]." "Louis." "Why is my face on your pillow?" "It's not." "Why was my face once on your pillow?" "How did you know that?" "I didn't! But I do now!" You huff and he begs you to see it. You trudge up to your room with Louis giddly hopping behind you. You pull out your old pillowcase and Louis laughs. "Wow. That desperate for some Louis loving?" You smack his shoulder and he laughs more. He puts it down and hops on your bed. "Louis, what are you-" "I'm on your pillow again!" You roll your eyes and he pulls you down, pushing his lips to yours. "Better than kissing a pillow right?" "At least a pillow couldn't talk!" He gasps. "How rude!" "Oops!" You smirk and he mirrors your expression, kissing you again.
Harry: "Did you have a shirt?" "Har-" "Posters?" "Harry, I-" "Books, magazines, jewelry, dolls?" "SHUT UP!" You laugh and he does, continuing to poke your stomach. "Tell me. Tell me. Show me!" "No." "AHA! SO YOU DID HAVE MERCH!" He runs to your room, and you run after him, but it was too late. He already locked the door behind him. "Harry Edward Styles! You open this door right now!" "NOPE!" He yells back and you slide down, back against the wall, knowing he would find everything. Exactly twelve minutes later, he opens up, a smug look on his face. "You fancied me sooo much!" He winked and you turned red. "What did you find?" He lets you in and you see everything of yours scattered around. "So I put everything in order. Things including all of us, 23. Just Liam, 5. Just Niall, 7. Just Zayn, 12. Just Louis, 6. And just me, 34." "God Harry, I hate you." "You love me and you always did!" He bragged and you pushed him onto the floor. You kissed him passionately. "Yes, I did, I do and I always will." He blushed and smiled. "And now I get to say Harry Styles is my maid. Clean it up!" You order, closing the door on his cried of protest.
Niall: "Whoa." Niall whispers in awe as he picks up your collection of posters. "Holy crap." "Yeah, I was-" "Obsessed." He finishes for you. "Dedicated!" "... Nah. Obsessed." He goes through all your old merchandise when he comes across the One Direction dolls. "Why is there pink lip gloss on the faces?" You blush and Niall laughs. "Don't judge me Horan!" He picks up his doll, a confused look appearing on his flushed cheeks. "Why is my doll ... naked?" You shrug and look down and he smirks. "You naughty girl!" "Hey, my dog ate the clothes!" "You don't have a dog!" You roll your eyes, letting Niall know you were busted. "Hey, why take off mini me's clothes when you have the real thing?" He winks and grabs your waist. "You horn dog!" "I could say the same for you." He motions to the naked Niall doll laying on the floor. "Oh shush!" You laugh, as you both collapse onto your bed.
