Niall: "Stay away from my Niall or you'll soon be a dead bitch" You stare in shock at the note left on your car window that morning. You stood frozen in place - if this threat is real, whoever it is knows exactly where you live, better yet, they know how to get into the apartment buildings private car park. "Whats that babe? - Hey are you OK?" he adds when he see's you physically jump. You quickly change your expression to a smile and crumple the note into your jacket pocket, "Shopping list". "Shopping list? I thought we were only going to the shops to get your mum a present", to which you only smile, not trusting your voice. You don't enjoy the shopping trip as much as you usually would, flinching and turning your head everytime you hear a shout or someone bumps into you. Niall watches you with concern, but you easily brush off his worried looks and constant 'Are you sure you're ok's , but it isn't long before your asking to go home - without a present. When you get back to the apartment, he locks the car doors so you can't make the quick exit you'd intended. "Now are you going to tell me what's going on?". "Nothing, I just think I must be coming down with something maybe or..." but your words stop coming as you look at your boyfriends face, and see the worry there. You pull out the screwed up note and hand it to him, looking down at your knees, feeling ashamed. You hear an intake of breath, but still you don't look up. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asks in barely a whisper. And thats what does it, you break down, and lean into his open arms, staining his t-shirt with your make-up and tears, while he whispers sweet lovelies and reassurances in your ear. "I'll never let anyone hurt you, you watch them try. We'll call the police when we get upstairs. I won't let you out of my sight, I promise. I love you,".
Harry: You were annoyed. You'd been stood up by your boyfriend Harry. You'd been sat waiting alone in the restaurant for a good half hour before you'd received his text 'Sorry, interviews are taking longer than we expected. Don't think i'm going to be able to make it. I'm sorry. I love you xxx'. You wouldn't mind, but you'd barely seen him since he'd been back from america the past fortnight, and you'd both been really looking forward to this 'date night' - it was going to be just like old times. As a result of your foul mood you decided to take the shortcut back to the apartment - through a couple of back alleys - you wanted nothing more than a hot bubble bath. So caught up in your own thoughts, you didn't notice the footsteps following you until you were pushed up face first against a brick wall. Panic set in, were you about to be mugged? Or possibly even worse? You tried to scream, you tried to kick out, but whoever it was was too strong. "I don't know what makes you think your so special darling, but you want to keep your distance from Harry Styles if you know what's good for you, because I won't hold back the next time I see you. Bitch" You were shocked to realise it was a womans voice, and with one more shove against the wall, she let you go and you fell into a heap on the floor. You could feel blood trickling down your cheek, but you didn't move, not until you were sure you were alone, and thats when you ran back to the apartment. Once home, you collapsed onto the sofa and clung to a cushion as you cried. What felt like hours later, Harry came home, "Look (Y/N) babe, i'm so sorry. I know you were really looking forward to tonight, we both were. But with work... what?" His voice cut out when he saw you. You explain everything as he wraps his arms around you, and when you've finished, he calls the police, requests a paramedic too, and then calls the boys. You give your statement to the police, and the paramedics fix you up - a couple of stitches on your cheek, you'd be fine, shouldn't even scar. You stop before you enter the bedroom, through the open the gap the ajar door made you could hear Harry's voice, and you could tell he'd been crying . "But it's my fault Liam - I should have been there with her. She could've... Agh, anything could have happened to her, she could've died and it would have all been my fault. I... I...-" He notices you in the doorway and he quickly tries to hide his tears, "Are you ok sweetheart, they fixed you up?". You simply walk over to him and wrap yourself around him, and you stay like that for most of the night, both crying, but both comforted by eachothers presence.
Louis: Your eyes were filled with tears as you stared at the laptop screen. Tweet after tweet after tweet of hate, all from just one person. '@(Y/N) is a dirty slag who deserved never to have been born', '@(Y/N) should just go kill herself and let poor Louis be free' and '@(Y/N) better yet, I could come round and finish the job off! It'd be a pleasure to get rid of that filthy whore' were just a few that stood out. You'd confessed your worries to your boyfriend Louis, and he did his best to rid you of your fears, "I wouldn't let anyone touch you love. She's just jealous and a nutter, just ignore the tweets, block her. Trust me, i'd never let anyone get anywhere near you", and his warm smile had completely reassured you, she was just some crazy fan with a serious case of jealousy. But a week later the same person tweeted a picture of you stood on the apartments balcony, along with the tweet '@(Y/N) seeing if the drops high enough are we? I can come up and give you a shove if you like? In fact I will!'. This time Louis tried his best to reassure you everything would be OK, but it wasn't with the same conviction there'd been before. Later that night though, you heard him on the phone, and when he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you, he whispered in your ear "No need to worry anymore my love, the police know about it and they're tracking down the owner of the account as we speak. I told you i'd never let anyone touch you, sweet dreams (Y/N). I love you".
Liam: You'd had a very long lie in, and it was mid afternoon by the time you dragged yourself out of bed. Liam had left a note beside your pillow explaining he had interviews all day with the band, that he'd be home around 7pm-ish hopefully and that he loved you. You smiled to yourself, you had the cutest boyfriend ever. Deciding that there was no point getting yourself ready considering the time, and concluding to simply have a lazy day watching films you made your way into the main room. After switching the kettle on and putting some bread in the toaster, you went to pick up the mail on the floor. Flicking through the envelopes you noticed two addressed '(Y/N)', but it wasn't a handwriting you recognised. Throwing the other letters onto the kitchen counter, you opened the envelopes, staring in horror at what was written inside them. '(Y/N), Liam is my boyfriend, I don't know who you think you are. If you know whats best for you, you will back off now' and 'Did my first letter not make it clear enough? I said leave, otherwise you'll regret it'. Just as you reached the end of the letter, you heard the letterbox clatter and you stood frozen in the stop. Regaining composure, you quietly made your way over to the door and picked the letter which had identical handwriting on the front as the previous two threats. You read, 'I mean it bitch, I will kill you. I can promise you that.'. You were well and truly terrified. You tried to ring Liam, the boys, your best friend, your parents, anyone, but they all went to answer phone. You spent the rest of the day staring at the door, terrified to make a noise or be seen through the window. At around 7.30pm you heard a key in the door, and immediately you ran into the bedroom, scared. "(Y/N), I'm home... where are you?" Liams voice rung out, and you ran threw the apartment, flinging yourself onto him as tears fell from your eyes. He listened patiently and intently as you told him what had happened, and showed him the letters. He placed a kiss on your forehead, "I'm going to ring the police. I'm so sorry I couldn't pick up earlier, thats my fault,". Five minutes later he returned, "We're going to be stopping at Nialls for a while if you want to get dressed and grab a couple of things, the police are going to speak to us there. I'm so sorry that this happened to you, it's all my fault. If anything would've happened..." But instead of continuing he kissed you deeply, before forcing a smile.
Zayn: Your taking a lazy walk around your local park with your boyfriend Zayn. "ZAYN! ZAYN! IS THAT YOU ZAYN! IS THAT YOU?" I roll my eyes as three ten (or so) year olds run up to him and start begging him for pictures, autographs and "Can we feel your hair?". You smile, and wait patiently while they have their fun, your used to the disruptions by now after all. "Whose that girl your with Zayn?" a cute one with ginger hair asks, pointing at me. "Thats (Y/N), my girlfriend" He smiles, before waving goodbye to the girls and taking my hand as we begin to walk off. "She's not pretty at all, Zayn could do so much better!" "Yeah, we should get rid of her and then one of us could go out with him!" "I think we should kill her, that way we'd be saving him, and he'd fall in love with one of us,". I rolled my eyes, and looked at Zayn to my left who was silently laughing. Had I seriously just received a death threat from a bunch of ten year old girls? We carried on our walk laughing to ourselves as the girls continued to follow us, plotting how to get rid of me. That is until their mother called them over, telling them it was time to go home.
