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Today's QOTD: What's your favorite song as of now? Mine is Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran. Leave your answer in the comments! :D
Harry: You were walking into the recording studio, going to bring Harry some food for lunch. As usual, there were lots of different fans outside the studio. “Oh my god,” you heard one fan scream, “I can’t believe you’d bother him at work. That’s so clingy,” she growled out the last word. “I swear, if I were dating Harry Styles, I wouldn’t screw it up like you!” The fan continued to yell mean things as you walked past, and you turned around to face her, “I’d appreciate it if you kept those remarks to yourself. I’m going inside now.” As you turned to leave, you hit the ground as she punched you in eye, hard. “WHAT THE HELL?” You heard Harry’s voice as he bent over and picked you up. “Come on,” his deep accent comforting you instantly, “Screw recording. I’m taking you back to the flat,” he stood you up and looked at you eye, letting out a low whistle. “God,” he muttered, “What a shiner.” He turned around to the girls, “Are you kidding me? You hit her? I swear to god, if you were a male, I’d have you knocked out on the ground.” She backed off, and Harry walked you to the car.
Louis: You were crying in front of your computer screen, trying to will yourself to log off, but for whatever reason, you couldn’t do it. You sat there, almost helplessly, as some girls from your high school sent you hateful message after hateful message. Louis came in the room just then, pausing when he saw your face. “What is it, love?” He came rushing to your side, and grabbing the laptop off of your lap. He scanned through the messages, growing wide-eyed. “You don’t deserve this,” he looked at you, making sure you understood him. He started typing, and you leaned over to see what he was typing, and he moved the laptop. “Nope,” he gave you a look, and then closed the laptop. “Come on,” he grinned as if nothing had happened, “Let’s go upstairs, eh?” He winked cheekily and you followed him. The next morning, you got your laptop and finally saw what Louis had typed. “If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate you leave my girlfriend alone. She’s more beautiful then you, just by looking at her soul. She’s kinder then you, just by spending an hour with her. And she has me. So if you don’t mind, take your insignificant self-conscious rants somewhere else. - Louis Tomlinson”
Liam: You hadn’t really told anybody at your school that you were dating Liam Payne, and the both of you had agreed to keep your relationship private, for obvious reasons. You stayed to yourself at school, not wanting to cause trouble and always just getting through the day to get home to Liam. One day, as you were walking out to the parking lot where he was waiting for you, some girls in your school came up behind you. “Excuse you,” one snapped, “Where are you going? Home to no one?” She snipped, her and two of her friends getting in your way and blocking your way. “Do you even have a boyfriend?” “Ha! Probably not. You probably haven’t even been kissed, have you?” “Please,” you rolled your eyes, “I just want to go home.” The ring leader got in your face and sneered, “Um, please. To no one?” She snickered again, pulling your bag off your shoulder. “HEY,” Liam’s loud voice echoed out in the empty lot, “YOU GET OFF OF HER,” the girls spun around and let go of you. “Liam Payne!” They shrieked, running to him. “Get off,” Liam griped, “That’s my girlfriend.” The girls backed off, shocked and Liam came up to you, kissing you and walking you to the car, “Come on baby girl,” he kissed your forehead, “Let’s go home.”
Niall: You were out at a club with your boyfriend, Niall, which was a common occurrence for the both of you. “Niall,” you mouthed over the music, “I’m going to the bathroom!” Niall nodded, throwing his beer back and moving awkwardly to the music. You giggled and gave him a peck as you headed out back. As you approached the bathroom, three girls cornered you, suddenly and abruptly pushing you up against the wall. “Bitch,” the leader sneered, intoxicated, “Niall shouldn’t even date you, like godddddd,” she was drunk out of her mind, grabbing at your dress. “Get off me,” you tried to shove her off. “UGH! Whore!” One of her companions screamed, slapping you across the face. “OI!” Niall’s thick brogue echoed through the small hallway, “You git off of her!” The girls scattered, stumbling away on their high heels. “Ni,” you frowned, your face hurting. “Oh, princess,” Niall came up to you and kissed your cheek, “Come on, I can fix that right up.”
Zayn: You were walking through the halls of the high school that you attended, thinking of your boyfriend, Zayn, as usual. You just wanted to get through the day, and go cuddle with your boyfriend. Suddenly, you were slammed into a locker, and you yelped slightly as the slits in the locker cut your face. “Dumb bitch,” you heard your ex-boyfriend nearly growling behind you. As you picked yourself up off of the locker, you were face to face with your boyfriend and several of his football friends. “You’re such a slut,” one of them quipped. Your boyfriend laughed, cruelly, “Yeah, she was,” and all of the boys joined in. “Please, leave me alone,” you snapped, brushing a tear off your face. “You gonna cry?” You boyfriend narrowed his eyes and laughed. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE,” miraculously, you heard Zayn’s voice echo down your high school hallway. He shoved through the boys, sending one, loud, resounding punch to your ex boyfriend’s face, “You dirty bastard,” he spit, “You don’t deserve her now, you didn’t then, you never will!” “Z-Zayn,” you teared up, and he turned his attention to you. “Oh, angel,” he went over to you and kissed your face, “Home. Now.”