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This is a different one from the first he gets jealous.
Harry: You smiled, squeezing Harry’s big hand with your smaller while standing on a waiting line. You had picked out some groceries for your lazy night, trying to rush home without getting noticed. “This takes like forever,” Harry groaned, brown curls brushing your cheek when he leaned to hug you sloppily, making you smile. His hair was still a bit damp after the heavy rain outside, but his skin was warm and comforting, feeling like home. “Hmm,” you hummed happily, enjoying the feeling of him besides you. He had been touring so long that every touch he gave you, made your knees buckle. His long fingers traced your side when he hugged you a bit, groaning. “If you’re in a hurry, you and miss beautiful there, can queue jump me,” an extremely attractive man in front of you said, turning around to face you. He gave you a stunning smile, making you raise your eyebrows. There was something slimy about him, something that made you almost feel disguised. Harry had clearly not noticed your frown when his grip tightened, lips brushing your temple when he stared at the man with his piercing green eyes, “No thank you, mate.” His voice was harsh and cold, making you roll your eyes; did he truly believe that you would swoon over that slug? “Yeah, we’re fine,” you piped happily, giving Harry a smooth kiss to his pink lips, squeezing his hand. Harry gave you a gentle smile, studying your eyes when you looked at him. “Well, if you change your mind, I’ll be here for you, my lovely lady,” the man said smirking, making you almost gag. “Oh there’s not going to be need,” Harry said with serious tone, hugging you even closer, “There’s an open cash register, kitten, let’s go.” Harry dragged you away with stormy look. His eyes were squinted when he gripped your hand tightly, every muscle tensed. His lips were pressed together while he paid your groceries, almost running to your car. “Harry?” you asked, looking at him almost amused, but finding his jealousy an turn on, “you can’t seriously think I was attracted to that guy.” He nodded darkly head down, slamming the car door close before taking your face to his big hands. His eyes were serious and full of lust when he kissed you passionately, like never before. “I know but I still can’t stop worrying. You’re mine. Only mine, kitten,” he murmured huskily against your lips, hot breath lingering over your lips. “I’m yours Harry, I promise. Forever and ever. Only yours.”
Liam: You smiled, bringing another spoonful of soup to Andy’s lips. He was lying on his bed eyes closed when he wined, burning up with fever. Liam was working and Andy’s girlfriend out of town, so you had promised to take care of him. “Open up, c’mon Andy, you have to eat,” you cooed, trying to get his mouth open with the spoon you were holding. He looked extremely small wrapped up to the covers, big persona crushed between the sheets. “Hey,” Liam’s voice called silently on the doorway, making you turn around. His eyebrows were knitted together, brown eyes scanning you when his lips were curved to a smile. “Hi love,” you whispered back, patting the spot on the bed next to you. You were sitting next to Andy’s cuddled figure, making Liam frown a little. “What’s wrong?” you asked, seeing how his tattooed arms tensed a bit when he avoided your eyes. He sat next to you, reaching to kiss your neck before you swatted him away, not wanting him to get sick like Andy. Liam shrugged, making you groan before trying to push the spoon to Andy’s mouth. “C’mon Andy, please,” you cooed, making the feverish man shake his sweaty head. Liam looked at you, seeing how your hair fell down to your face when you tried to get Andy to eat. In his eyes you looked magical, like the most beautiful creature on the planet, and he didn’t want to lose you. “He’s not gonna eat that Y/N,” he blurted out, sounding so annoyed, you almost dropped the spoon. Liam’s eyes were hurt when he stood up, fingers scratching his arrow tattoos before he shook his brown haired head, leaving the room. You sighed, putting the soup plate to the table next to Andy’s bed, before walking after your boyfriend to Andy’s large living room. He was sitting on the couch, head on his hands while he breathed slowly, making your heart broke. His knees were shaking when he breathed slowly. He looked beaten every time his smile turned in to a sad frown. “You okay?” you whispered silently, making him jump a bit before lifting his eyes to look at you. They were soft and apologizing, making you smile gently. “Yeah,” he nodded, running his hand over his brown hair, smiling when you sat to his lap. He cuddled you close, inhaling your scent when he brought his lips to your shoulder, kissing your skin, making you shiver. “It’s silly…I kind of got jealous,” he confessed with shy smile, making you shake your head while you brought your lips to his. “I know, but you must know that you’re absolutely nuts. I love you so much Liam, and you have no reason to be jealous,” you smiled, making him chuckle when you brought your lips touched, making his lips curve up, “I’m sorry, I love you too baby girl, so so much.”
Louis: Another yawn left your mouth when you sat on the edge of your chair, looking out of the window. Louis was on his meeting, late from your date on the small café, next to the studios. He had let you know with a small text message full of hearts and sad faces, making your lips pucker to an amused smile. He didn’t understand that as long as he was coming and in the same town, you didn’t mind him being late. His job wasn’t usual and you were okay with that as long as he was. “Oh my god, you’re Y/N,” a man’s voice squealed, making you jump from your thoughts, seeing an young man in front of you, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “Yep, that’s me,” you smiled friendly, seeing how amazed he looked at you, making you a bit nervous. “I am yours and Louis’ biggest fan,” he confessed, cheeks blushing when you smiled nodding to him, “And my boyfriend and I were on the tour just a month ago…I can’t believe I met you finally..” The young boy was out of breath when he stared at you, making you giggle. You never got used to the fact that someone recognized you, but it wasn’t always bad. “Do you want a picture, or a hug?” you offered kindly, smiling to his wide smile. “Oh my god, really? That would be awesome, you’re so beautiful and..,” he couldn’t finish his sentence when Louis opened the coffee shop’s door, looking at you confused. “Yes indeed she is,” Louis corrected with high, tense voice, clearly overhearing only the last part, “And I’m glad she’s also my beautiful girlfriend, now if you don’t mind, we’d like some privacy.” Louis’ voice was so sassy, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He was standing few feet away, blue eyes hard and annoyed. The boy accepted your hug, eyeing Louis amazed before leaving, still too amazed to speak. “Louis!” you scolded, swatting his chest when he sat next to you, scooping closer than usually. “What?” he winced, blue eyes still hurt when you glared at him. “He was your fan, a big fan, and he was just on your concert with his boyfriend, you had no right to be mean at him,” you said coldly, making Lou’s blue eyes widen. His hand flew to his brown hair when he gave you a sweet, innocent smile like always when you were mad at him. “Boyfriend?” he asked smirking a little, eyes squinting when he reached to your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles before bringing them to his lips, giving each of them a kiss. You rolled your eyes, leaving a small giggle to the air when you leaned closer to him, thumb tugging his beardy chin when he smirked. “You’re lucky you’re cute Tomlinson,” you mumbled against his pink lips, making the grin on his face widen,” And you’re dumb if you think you need to be jealous, because you don’t. I’m all yours, Tommo, and you’re never getting rid of me.” He chuckled, smirking widely when he nodded at you, kissing your lips again, “That’s where I win then, love.”
Zayn: You sighed, looking to the dance floor what was full of drunken people. Zayn was sitting next to you, chatting with Niall, his big hand placed to the back of your back where he rubbed it lightly, making you smile gently. “Zayn?” you asked, not getting any attention when you needed, making you sigh. You were a bit jealous, not wanting Niall to get all of your boyfriend’s attention, especially when the blond haired boy got him all over the year, but you only when he was home. “Here you go,” a bartender said smiling, giving you a small drink with a pink straw on it, making you raise your eyebrows. “I didn’t order this,” you said frowning, but he just smiled, winking at you, “Red shirt, second table from here.” You turned your attention to the direction he gave, seeing a young man’s eyes on you. He winked at you, raising a glass, smiling widely to you. You smirked, nodding him a thanks before sipping your drink quietly. “Ye should keep yer eye on him, he’s hittin’ yer lady,” Niall blurred to Zayn, making his eyes turn to you. You smiled, shrugging and enjoying about the small attention you got from the man. “Well, I don’t mind,” you said coldly, knowing how jealous Zayn got over the most littlest things. That evening you didn’t mind, at least he would have to give you attention then. Zayn huffed, looking at the man’s direction, eyes dark and furious. His arms draped around your waist when he pulled you closer, lips crushing on yours. His lips weren’t as tender as usually; they were rough, hard and demanding while he showed to everyone who you truly belonged to. His hands were warm against your back while his other hand tugged your hair, pulling it gently. Niall let out a wolf whistle when you pulled for air, blushing lightly on the dim bar light. Zayn smirked a little, eyes still on you when you slipped closer to him, hand resting on his thigh. “I’m glad I’m having your attention again,” you mumbled against his black stubble, making him raise his eyebrows in realization. He chuckled, kissing the spot next to your ear with such a care it made your heart flutter. “You little minx,” he chuckled, hugging you close, breathing in your scent, “You have no idea what you are doing to me, do you boo?”
Niall: You laughed, adjusting yourself on the small arm chair on Niall’s hotel room. They boys had all gathered to your hotel room after a show, to relax and spend time together. “And then I was like, ‘what the hell are you doing?’,” Louis finished, making you laugh even louder, hands cradling your stomach when you huddled over, tears of joy spilling out of your eyes. “St-stop it,” you laughed, unable to breathe when Louis finished another joke, making everyone laugh. Everyone except Niall. You raised an eyebrow, looking at the blond haired boy who sat next to you on the couch, blue eyes glued to his hands. His fingers slipped to his mouth when he bit his nails, eyes sad and lonely. “Ni?” you whispered, touching his leg gently, making him give you a small smile. Normally he was the loudest one in the room, but now he didn’t even leave a chuckle. “Ni, are you okay?” you asked concerned, looking how he just shrugged silently. The other lads looked at him suspicious, trying to make him smile before getting frustrated. They left one after one, leaving you two alone. “Hi,” you cooed, looking at his blue eyes what were filled with overflowing sadness. You reached his hand but he pulled away, standing up, leaving the room silently. You could hear the bed creek when he stumbled in to it, throwing the covers over him. “Niall, what’s going on?” you snapped, pulling the sheets off his body, seeing his eyes turn to annoyed. His small hands were pressed to fists when he glared at you, clearly annoyed that you didn’t see the problem. “Maybe ye should go with Lou, he won’t annoy ye,” he blurted out angrily, normally so carefree voice full of heaviness and power. You blinked, trying to register what he had just said. “What?” you squeaked, seeing how he chewed his pink lip, face turning red with anger, “Niall, listen to yourself that doesn’t make any sense!” He growled, sitting up, rubbing his eyes when he pouted almost child likely, making you stare at him. “Ye don’t laugh like that to my jokes, maybe ye should go out with him” he said so silently you almost missed it. His head was hanging low, when you finally realized what it was about. “Niall…Are you jealous?” you asked quietly, making him shrug quickly before nodding. “Oh baby, that’s insane,” you cooed, straddling him to the bed, hands cupping his face, “I love your jokes, they’re hilarious. I love them. And I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you, honey, you’re my everything. There’s nothing to be jealous about!” Niall looked at your eyes, his blue eyes glimmering with guilt when he lowered his lips on yours breathing in before pressing them together gently. He cuddled you so close that you were tangled together, limbs melted as one when he chuckled silently, making you look at him curious. He kissed your forehead with his chipped lips, smiling against your skin, “Lou was just hilarious, wasn’t he darlin’ ?”