ZAYN: You walk into the living room with your boots in hand, taking a seat on the edge of the settee to slide them on. As you lift your gaze you notice Zayn looking at you weirdly from his position in the arm chair and your eyebrows knit together, "Why are you staring at me like that?". He shrugs, but his gaze still remains intense, "You look different to usual,". At the comment you feel yourself blush, your hand subconsciously raising to your cheek and feeling the layers of makeup beneath your fingertips. You let out a breath when Zayn's features turn into a smile though as he asks, "Where are you off to? Anywhere nice?". You smile back, moving to stand in front of the mirror above the fire to make sure your hair still looks ok, "Just meeting up with Lily for lunch, catching up you know,". Behind you your boyfriend scoffs, "That explains it then,". You frown at his reflection in the mirror, "What explains what?". "It explains why you're wearing clothes you'd usually only where on a night out before mid-day, and why you've put tons of make up on - her,". You look down at your feet in mild embarrassment because you knew he had a point - you'd always been the same when it came to your best friend. You try to brush it off as a bit of a joke, laughing awkwardly, "Well it's no big deal,". You feel Zayn's hands on your waist before he spins you around so you're facing him, "It is a big deal because there's got to be a reason why you get yourself in knots about how you look everytime you arrange to meet with her,". You sigh, looking up into his concerned eyes, "Lily's stunning, she's always been the pretty one and i've just looked like a troll next to her. I've got to... even out the playing field a little haven't I?". You laugh, expecting him to join in so you're surprised when he doesn't, instead finding him shaking his head sadly. "You've never been a troll, you're stunning. You're actually so beautiful, even without all this," he gestures to your overly made up self before kissing your forehead gently, "And I wish you could see that, never let Lily make you think otherwise,".
HARRY: "Harry," you whine playfully, pulling your lips away from his and catching your hands around his wrists, trying to drag the away from your hips, "I've got to go... You've got to let me go,". "Never," he grins cheekily, pulling you closer and feathering your face with light kisses, "What am I meant to do all day while you're gone?". "I'm sure you'll find something to do," you laugh, reaching on your tip toes to kiss the end of his nose before pulling yourself out of his grip and opening the front door. "Yes, i'll just sit around here, moping and missing you," he explains overdramatically, serving his purpose in making you laugh before adding, "Have a good day babe,". As you close the door behind you as you head out to meet your best friend you can't wipe the smile off of your face - how had things worked out so perfect for you? That evening when you get home you find Harry sat on the settee watching TV, and hearing you come in he tilts his head back to grin at you, "Hey love,". He turns his head back to the screen as you pull off your coat and boots, frowning as your eyes narrow in on your boyfriend. "You haven't just sat and watched TV all day have you?" you ask impatiently, watching him in annoyance. He turns back to look at you, ignoring your expression and smiling still, "No, I had a shower and baked some brownies too... They're on side in kitchen and they're really nice even if I do say so myself," he adds smugly. You roll your eyes before snapping, "And get your feet off the coffee table, it's disgusting. We've got to put stuff on there you know!". He looks at you taken aback but does as you ask before you storm into the kitchen. He follows you, and leans against the doorway watching you take a bite of brownie, "What do you think?". "You didn't put any white chocolate bits in," you point out chewing slowly. He shrugs, "No, we didn't have any in,". "Well you know I like them with white chocolate bits in," you snap back before you can stop yourself. This time Harry frowns, "Want to have a go at me for some other stupid little reason?" he asks sarcastically, "I don't know why i'm surprised, you're always like this after you've met up with Jules,". "What's Jules got to do with anything?" you jump up defensively. His anger leaves him, and instead his expression changes to one of sadness, "I don't know what she does or says, but she makes you doubt us. Look at how we were this morning, how we've been for the past few months, because we've been the happiest we've ever been, but then you meet up with her and all of a sudden there's problems that didn't even exist hours ago,". The corners of your mouth turn down as you think about what he'd just said - though you didn't like to admit it, maybe he had a point. Jules was always questioning you about your relationship, sticking her nose up at all the gestures you thought had been sweet, telling you what Harry should be doing for you. You walk over to your defeated looking boyfriend and take his hands gently, whispering, "I'm sorry,".
NIALL: "What on earth are you eating? You're not a rabbit you know," Niall laughs as he eyes your plate of greenery. "Haha," you roll your eyes sarcastically, ironically taking a bite of a carrot stick, "There's plenty for you too Bugs Bunny,". "As tempting as that offer sounds," he leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he passes, "I think i'd rather have some real food like... Spag bol," he indicates, pulling a box of leftovers from the night before out of the fridge. After putting the food in the microwave he takes a seat opposite you at the dining table, watching as you unenthusiastically pick at your salad. "Why are you even eating a salad?" he asks curiously. "Why not?" you reply simply, raising an eyebrow. Niall scoffs, "You don't even usually eat the side salad with a meal, so don't for a second think I wouldn't find it strange you eating all that green,". You sigh, smiling slightly, "Carrie is on a diet,". You watch as his brows knit together, "And what's that got to do with you eating like a rabbit?". "Well i'm going on a diet too, you know, for moral support," you fidget awkwardly on the dining room chair, "And well, you know I could always lose a few pounds. Carrie says that if I eat healthy and go to the gym everyday i'll be skinny in no time -". "What? No," Niall interrupts, stunned, "No way is she encouraging you to 'get skinny',". You sigh, "She's just trying to help,". He scoffs harshly, "She's a shit friend if she thinks that's helping. You don't need to lose any weight at all, you don't want to be skinny,". You bite your lip nervously. "Please," his tone is begging, "Please don't do this diet - i'd rather see you eat pizza anyday. You don't need to lose weight, you're the perfect size in my eyes because you're a healthy size. I don't want you to hurt yourself just because she wants to go on a stupid diet,". You feel yourself choking up on the sincerity in his voice and you get up, moving around the table to sit on his lap, "Thank you," you whisper, "I really do hate salads you know,".
LIAM: "Ugh, i'm tired," you groan, falling back onto the settee, reaching down to pull off your heels and throwing them across the room haphazardly. You and Liam had just gotten home from a party with all your family and family friends. When Liam only mumbles in return you look over at him curiously, finding his eyebrows knitted close together, "What's got your brain hurting so much love?". He looks over at you and smiles awkwardly, "I think you'd be mad at me if I told you the truth,". You pat the space beside you, asking for him to join you, "I won't get mad, I promise,". He wraps his arm around your shoulders as he settles beside you and you snuggle into his side before he mutters, "I don't like Rachel,". You turn your head to look up at him in surprise - why didn't he like your best friend? "Why, did she say something?" you babble, talking fast out of shock, "Rachel's great and lovely... We've been friends for years,". "I'm sure she is lovely," he smiles down at you warmly as his hand strokes through your hair gently, "I just don't like that you're completely different when you're with her, and I don't know which one of you is really you,". You nod slowly, understanding what he was referring to, and you begin to explain, "Me and Rachel, we've been best friends for years but, I don't know, we've never been that emotional. Like we never talked about the serious stuff, deep stuff because it'd always just be awkward, so we just didn't. I thought that was normal... I only started opening up when I met you," you add with a smile. "Well i'm very glad that you felt you could open up to me then, because I most definitely love it when you do," he places a kiss to the top of your head. You chuckle slightly beside him, teasing "Yeah, since I met you, i've turned into a right soppy git,". "Nothing wrong with that," he laughs, wrapping his arms around you tighter.
LOUIS: "Babe, what's the matter?" Louis' anxious voice meets your ears as he walks into the bedroom, rushing to your side when he finds you sat on the bed crying. You hastily try to wipe away the tears that slide down your cheeks, but quickly give up when fresh ones just replace them. "It's Faye," you sniff, "She's fallen out with me, she hates me,". To your surprise, instead of offering you the space between his arms to comfort you, Louis just gets to his feet and starts getting himself changed for bed, a disgruntled expression on his face. "Lou?" you trail off, watching him move around the bedroom in confusion - this wasn't like him. "I'm sick of it (Y/N), i'm sick of her," he snaps suddenly, "I wish you could see how much of a ride she takes you on, I hate seeing you like this,". His words stun you and you look at him with wide eyes and he takes a seat on the bed beside you, his comment effectively stopping your tears. "What do you mean?" you stutter, frowning slightly, "She's my best friend, she has been for years...". "And you let her walk all over you," he emphasises, taking your hand and squeezing it, "And you let her. Then she'll come waddling back and you'll forgive her because you always do and she knows that, no matter how disgusting she's been to you. I hate seeing you go through this time and time again,". Your eyes close when you feel him bring his hand up to gently stroke your cheek, "I don't know what you mean Lou...". "You know i'll defend you to the ends of the earth," he whispers, and you open your eyes to find his face inches from your own, "But there's only so much I can do when you don't even try to defend yourself,". You drop his gaze, looking down at the mobile in your hand where you had been midway through writing an apologetic text message to Faye, but instead of clicking send, your clear it before placing the phone on the bedside table. Beneath the covers you snuggle up to your boyfriend's side. His arms are wrapped tightly around you as he whispers in your ear, "I wish you could see how amazing you are, I love you,".