Zayn: You were driving him home after picking him up from the recording studio, and everything was, for the most part, calm. The radio was quietly playing in the background, Zayn was telling you about how Harry played around with the soundboard and sped up all the music so it sounded funny, and it was all cool, until some idiot in front of you cut you off, almost resulting in an accident. "HOLY SHIT! WATCH IT YOU FUCKING ASS HOLE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN DOING?! PRICK!" You shouted in front of you in anger. You then realized that your temper really kind of shocked Zayn. You looked over at him for a split second, flashing him a (not so innocent) smile. "Damn babe, I had no clue you could swear like that!" He laughed.
Louis: You and Louis were at Starbucks to grab some coffee before watching he and the boys rehearse for a concert later tonight, and you were in line deciding what to get. "Is that them?! Oh wow! He's out with the beard!" you heard a girl say from behind. You were used to the hate, and it never really got to you, but in the past week, it's all you have been hearing about. Lou told you to ignore them and keep your cool, but the three girls behind you didn't stop commenting. Finally, you just snapped. "Hey bitch, why don't you take your shitty, snobby ass attitude and go somewhere fucking else?" You snapped at the girls, and they just walked away. Louis laughed a bit, then said "Well that was handled...differently..."
Niall: You were playing Call Of Duty with Niall one Sunday afternoon, and you weren't doing all that well. Normally, you were screaming swears and the television, but you tried your best to censor yourself infront of Niall. Eventually you were shot from behind, and you couldn't hold it in any longer. "You little shit head cunt mother fucker!" You yelled, then covered your mouth in shock. Niall just started laughing uncontrollably at the fact that you were embarassed about swearing. "It's fine Princess, I don't mind if you swear. You should know me better than that by now!" He tells you.
Liam: You didn't curse often, but when you did, it was bad. One day you were cleaning up around the flat, and Liam was on the couch watching random shows on T.V, and as you were walking past a side table, you stubbed your toe, causing the swearing to be let free. "BLOODY WANKER FUCK SHIT!" You shouted, and Liam looked over at you in shock. "(Y/N)!!!" He said your name in disbelief, and you just shrugged. "Uhhh-" "Babe, no need to swear!" He laughed, running over to help you out.
Harry: You and your mother had always but heads, and this one phone call was nothing new. Once you hung up you went right into the living room and threw your phone on the couch, more pissed off than ever. 'THAT LITTLE BITCH. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD SHE SAYS ONE MORE BAD THING ABOUT ANYONE THEN I WILL FUCKING LOOSE IT!" You scream, and Harry's eyes widened. "Uh...quite he language you were using (Y/N)" He said looking up from his phone at you. "I know, I'm sorry, it's just..." Your voice trailing off at the end. Harry then got up and wrapped his arms around you, and kissed the top of your head, telling you everything would be okay.