CREDIT: TUMBLR
Liam: “He makes me so angry!” You shout, stomping your feet around Liams living room. You came over here after a particularly bad fight with your current boyfriend. “I can see that….pretty sure my carpets angry at you though.” He says, making a joke. You laugh and sit down, mumbling a ‘sorry’. “It’s fine. But can I ask you something?” He asks, glancing at you. “Of course.” You shrug. “Why are you with him if he doesn’t make you happy. You should be happy.” He says, playing with his hands. He looks shy, very unlike his normal chatty self. You blush lightly and hug him. “You’re right. You always know what to say Li.” You mumble. “No problem.” He syas, rubbing your back, making you shiver a bit. Liam makes you happy…
Louis: “Whoa that’s not the normal smiley ____ greeting. He says as he drops his stuff down in the restaurant. You two go out for dinner every Friday to catch up. “Yeah, rough day at work. My boss was just on my case. I swear when I’m there I feel like I can do nothing right.” You sigh, taking a sip of the water that’s in front of you. “I think that you do everything right.” He says happily, looking at you with his bright blue eyes. You laugh lightly. “Thank you, Lou.” Of course he’s wrong, but you blush that the comment anyways. “And dinners on me tonight, a lovely girl should be treated once in a while.” He says slowly, a smile spreading across his face. You smile back and he hide behind the menu, but you can still tell how happy he looks. You really hope you were the cause of that grin.
Zayn: “I honestly don’t know why you’re doing that.” You glance at your friend from your spot on the kitchen table as you count out a few piece of candy. You wanted to limit yourself, cause you were trying to loose a few pounds. “I just don’t like my weight and being friends with you makes it worse cause there is cameras. “ You say, starting to get upset again. “Don’t get sad on me, ___.” He says, pulling you into a side-ways hug. “And if you want, I can come see you secretly to avoid the cameras, I hate them as much as you do. But you don’t need to loose any weight at all. I mean it.” He says, and you roll your eyes. “Seriously, you’re gorgeous.” He states honestly, and you swear you can see a trace of a blush across his cheeks. “Thank you.” You mumble. “No problem.” He smiles brightly, popping a piece of candy into his mouth.
Niall: “God I knew you were upset, you liar.” He says, pushing his way through your door. He must’ve noticed your sweat pants and bloodshot eyes. “I’m fine, it’s no big deal, Niall.” You shrug, helping him out of his jacket, since you know he gets flustered when he’s angry. A few fans who didn’t like how close you were with Niall at this point had been sending you some mean messages, and you were normally good at ignoring them, but today you snapped and simply just asked them to stop. Apparently Niall saw. “They thought we were dating- they were just protecting you.” You say quietly. He states at you with his mouth open, and you blush. “No they’re not, if I find someone who makes me happy- they should be happy, girlfriend or not. I like spending time with you, simple as that. They’re going have to get used to it too, cause you’re not going anywhere.” He says, breathing heavily, he looks at you with a certain look in his eye that you can’t place. You ignore it for right now, hugging him instead.
Harry: “Every Mom and Daughter fight. I remember when Mom and Gem used to scream at each other for hours.” Harry says, rubbing your arm. You came over after a big fight with your Mom, just wanting to get out of your house. You don’t know how you ended up at Harrys flat, but he didn’t seem to mind. He as usual, let you inside and listened to your ranting. “I’m sorry, you have a thousand other things to do. I’ll head out.” You state, getting up to head towards the door. “Hey, you don’t have to go. One of my favorite things to do is listen to you talk.” He says quickly, stepping in front of the door and finishing his sentence in a shaky voice. “Really?” You ask timidly, looking up at his slightly taller frame. He nods, his curls shaking. “Then maybe I’ll never shut up.” You joke. He still looks at you seriously. “Fine by me.” He mutters, pulling you back onto the couch next to him.