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Liam: You were dancing on the dancefloor of a club, your short back dress tight against your sweaty skin. You ran your hand through your oily hair, pulling it over one shoulder. You felt a pair of lips on the now-bare side of your neck and you instantly thought it was Liam, who had just left for the bathroom. You giggled and spun around, until you were met with eyes you didn’t recognise.
"Hey, you looked so beautiful and, god, I don’t know why I did that. I feel stupid now. Uh…" The man looked at least twenty-five, with floppy-straight brown hair and ice-blue eyes. He was clean cut, clean shaven, the type of guy you would have been attracted to before Liam, but now Liam’s scruffy face and tiny flaws were all you ever found hot, or cute, or sexy.
"Oh, I have a boyfriend." You tried to stay polite.
"Oh, it’s no problem." He laughed lightly, "I’m Ben."
"(Y/N)." You smiled at him.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He offered and you smiled, glad to get a break from dancing. Besides, Liam was never the type to get very jealous. He probably wouldn’t mind. You nodded. He lead you to the bar, his hand on your wrist. Not to try and make a move on you, but to make sure you didn’t get lost. You sat on a bar stool and, before he could sit next to you, he was forced to the ground by a punch that looked positively lethal. You looked up, it was Liam.
"What the fuck was that?!" You screamed.
"I saw how he was looking at you, don’t you dare tell me he was ‘just being friendly, (Y/N), I know a horny guy when I see one." He spat, "and holding your hand like what, you guys were going to hook up?"
"Li… nothing was going to happen. He was just buying me a drink, while I waited for you. Oh god, Li." You were trembling with fear. Liam had never yelled at you before, and you were shaken from seeing Ben get hurt like that. You started to tear up and hugged him close, wrapping your arms around his waist, "You scared me, Li, I thought you hated me."
"Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry, I only did it because… because I care." He mumbled, "Let’s get out of here." He glanced down at Ben, who was regaining consciousness. He took your hand and squeezed it tight, in a way only a boyfriend could. You pressed close to his side and left the noisy club, feeling Liam’s muscles relax.
Niall: You were typing on your computer at work, the words meaning nothing as you counted down the hours till you got home, back to Niall. Sleep tugged at your eyes and your head was hurting with the fatigue. One more report, one more email, and you could leave.
It was only you and your friend, Steve, still at work. Steve was in the desk behind you. He wheeled his chair over next to you and leaned back on your table, smirking. Steve was nice and all, but had an arrogant air about him that you didn’t like.
"Hey, (Y/N)." Steve was grinning, "You wanna come over tonight?"
"Oh, I’m good. I was actually going out with my boyf-" You started to explain, not taking your eyes off your computer.
"Right. He’s in that pussy boy band, right?" He chuckled as if it was an inside joke, but it wasn’t. He just thought he was being funny.
"He’s in One Direction, yes." You snapped, tossing your hair, "Point?"
"Nothing, you could just do better." Steve ran his hands through his hair, trying to look cool. You tried to stifle a laugh, but it came out as a scoff and a snort. Steve glared at you. You glanced over his shoulder and saw Niall standing in the hallway, looking really hurt, his eyes sad and his shoulders slumped, a small rose pressed in between his fingers. You saved your now-finished report, sent your drafted email to your boss and flew out of your chair, mumbling a goodbye to Steve. You ran to Niall and threw yourself into his arms, hugging him close. When you couldn’t feel him hug back, you let go and looked into his eyes.
"Babe, you okay?" You asked, holding his hands.
"Who is… he?" He looked disgusted, his eyes flicking towards Steve who looked bewildered and dejected.
"This douche who has a crush on me." You rolled your eyes. Niall looked disbelieving and still hurt, and then you realised why, "Oh my god, Ni, are you jealous?"
"Uh, no." Niall scoffed, but you didn’t believe him.
You laughed into his neck, hugging him tight, “You’re so cute.”
Louis: Louis’ foot trailed across your shin. You pulled your leg away but smiled at him awkwardly across the candle-lit restaurant table. He frowned at you, confused. You picked at your salad. You were feeling very insecure, your legs felt fat and hairy, you were just having a bad day, confidence-wise.
"Baby, you okay?" He asked, his face ridden with concern.
"Yeah, yeah, just not feeling so great." You shrugged, your mouth twisting slightly.
"Hey, look at me." Your eyes shyly slid up to meet his, "What’s going on?"
"I just feel kinda ugly right now." You admitted, regretting the words as soon as they spilled out. Louis was probably sick of your low confidence, you were always complaining about yourself. It probably got annoying at some point. But, just before he said anything, your waiter interrupted.
"Ma’am, I hate to interrupt, but I think you are beautiful. Even if your boyfriend isn’t man enough to say it, I would be glad to.” He smiled flirtatiously and poured you another glass of wine. You stared at Louis, waiting for a reaction. He stood up and shoved everything off the table, the china and glass shattering on the floor. His hand went to the waiter’s collar and he got in real close to his face.
"You want to say that again?" He hissed, filling the deadly silence of the restaurant. You took his shoulder and pulled it.
"Lou, let’s just go." You whispered, pulling out a wad of bills from Louis’ pocket and passing them to an onlooking waiter. Louis nodded and dropped the waiter’s collar, grabbed your wrist tight and stormed out, furious. He wasn’t showing any affection, but the anger in his eyes was enough to show you how much he loved you.
"You’re my girl." He was muttering, over and over again.
"You’re my guy." You answered softly, not sure if he heard. Not that it mattered. You loved him so much at that moment, you were sure he could feel it.
Zayn: You had just come back from lunch with your cousin, and you were feeling over the moon. He had told you all about your family that you’d left to be with Zayn. Granted, you hadn’t told Zayn, but you hadn’t thought you’d need to.
You were in the kitchen, making pasta for dinner, when you heard Zayn slam the door. You sighed; he’d had a bad day at work. You hated to see him upset, it only made you feel worse and ruined your own day. You peaked around the corner of the apartment and saw Zayn, frowning and staring at his phone.
"Zaynie? Everything okay?" You called from the kitchen and he stormed in. He grabbed your hand and pulled you close to him.
"Who is he, (Y/N)? Tell me and I can leave." He sounded heartbroken, "I’ve got to know."
"Wha- Zayn, what’s wrong?" You stepped away from him.
"I saw pictures of you out… out with some guy… Who is he?" His voice was shaking like he was going to cry.
"My cousin? Oh Zayn.” You giggled, “He came to town, just for today and tomorrow. I just wanted to see him. Zaynie…” You giggled and kissed his cheek softly.
"Oh. Well. I knew that." He scoffed, the falsity of his bravado. He was scared out of his wits. Scared to lose you.
Harry: You were at an award ceremony, but this time, it was for you. You were a film student, and you had submitted your film into it on the off chance of winning. You were a finalist and they were just about to announce the winner. Harry’s hand was clutching yours, his thumb running over your knuckles.
"And the winner is…. (Y/N)!" The announcer called and Harry and you shared a momentary shocked glance. He nudged you to your feet. You got up and shakily got up onto the stage. The announcer handed you the tiny trophy and rested his hand on your waist, "You’re a pretty girl. Your boyfriend is very lucky."
"Yeah, he is." You smiled and the announcer smiled back. He nudged you softly and you started your speech. You could feel the announcer’s eyes on your but you said nothing, certainly overthinking.
Once you had gotten off stage, Harry had his arms wrapped around your shoulder possessively, his eyes darting around. You twisted away from him, shooting him a confused look.
"You’re mine, don’t you forget." He whispered simply and you laughed, cuddling to his side.