Zayn:
You thought that being pregnant would scare him away, so when you woke up to an empty bed, your already out-of-control hormones started to bubble even quicker to the surface. You thought he had left you because he didn't want the baby. "Why are you crying?" He stands in the doorway, hands in pockets with wide eyes. "Hey, no, don't cry, baby. I didn't go anywhere." He crawls to the edge of the bed, not caring that his shoes and socks are on. "Come here." He pulls you into his embrace, hugging you tight. "I'm not going anywhere. I want this baby too, love."
Niall:
Ever since you're night terrors, you've been afraid to really wake up and have him far, far, far away and never to come back. So, when you wake up early in the morning to find him absent from bed, your heart slams into your chest and panic starts to bubble up to your throat. "Niall?" you croak, and though it's not loud enough to carry throughout the whole house, he somehow hears it, his feet coming from the bedroom all the way to the foot of the bed. "Relax," he shushes you, his warm hand on your forehead, gently pushing you back down, "I'm not going anywhere."
Louis:
You thought that the night before had been special -- you always thought that he would be the type of guy to stay in bed until you woke up the next morning after sex. But, nonetheless, he wasn't there... he was gone, or so you thought, but the panic took his empty spot. You rolled back onto your side, tears threatening to soak your pillow, but then all of a sudden, lips pressed to your ear. "I made breakfast," he hummed into your skin, pecking it softly, "Well, tried to at least. Did you really think I would leave you? No, you're too special for that. Now get up, love."
Liam:
The sickness gets to you and all you really needed was him there to hold your hand or rub your stomach. Your senses go heightened and you want to throw up -- where is he, where is he, where is he? He should be here. You don't want to be sick alone. "You're up," he says moments later, walking into the bedroom with a hot cup of a tea and some crackers, "Here." He sits down next to you, rubbing your back and keeping you close to his side. "You didn't have to panic, babe. I'm not letting you be on your own when you're sick. I'm here to take care of you."
Harry:
The medicine for your headache quickly made you disoriented as you woke up from your nap. It was dark outside, the clouds fogging around the windows, and it made the room seem darker than it should have been. Your light was not there, your boyfriend was not to be seen. You started to push the covers back, sure that something was wrong, because he did say he was going to be there when you woke up. Seconds later, he appears in the doorway, face concerned while holding a mug of tea. "Lay down," he says in a soft voice, "I just got you something to drink."