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Harry: "Hey kitten, come with me to the club," Harry asked you. "No babe. Not tonight," you said. Your monthly gift from Mother Nature decided to surprise you. You were having terrible cramps and you couldn't move from your position on the bed. Harry started walking away and mumbled, "You're not as fun as Taylor," "What did you say?" you said anger instantly filling you. "I said you're not as fun as Taylor." he said unfazed. You started walking away but Harry caught your arm."HEY DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWAY FROM ME!" Harry shouted at you even though you were only mere inches away. "DON'T YELL AT ME! AND DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE COMPARE ME TO YOUR EX! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF I COMPARED YOU TO Y/E/N?" you shouted right back. He grew silent and you took that chance to jog to the bathroom. Five minutes later, you heard knocking at the door. "Baby, open the door" he asked you in a low voice. "No," you said back as you sniffled tears back from escaping but miserably failed. "Baby I'm sorry, ok? I know that I shouldn't have compared you to Taylor. That was stupid of me, yeah. But I want you to know that I love you and I don't want you to be like Taylor. If I wanted you to be like Taylor, I would be with her but I love you and only you. Kitten, please forgive me?" he said as you heard his trying to hold back tears. You opened the door and was faced with a red, puffy eyed Harry. "You're forgiven," you say slightly smiling.
Niall: Ever since you were bored you have always been a clumsy person. So it was no surprise when you and Niall were at the VMA's and you tripped over the train of your dress. Lucky no cameras caught your incident but Niall sure did. "God, why do you have to be so clumsy? Amy never tripped," he said to you not thinking about what he had just said. You let go of his hand and stood in place. "Why are you stopping? Princess we have to go inside." he said absentmindedly. "No, I don't want to go inside. I don't want to fall like Amy never did." you said like a stubborn five year old. It took Niall awhile to realized what he had just said. "Princess I'm sorry. I shouldn't have compared you to my ex. You're nothing like her and that's what I love about you. You put up with my shit and shitty life style, ok. I love you. Princess, will you forgive me for my stupid mistake, yeah?" he said putting on his adorable face you both knew you could say 'no' to. "Fine," you said kissing him and returning your hand back to where it belongs: his hand.
Louis: You were always an insecure person. Maybe it was because you were teased for never having a father in your life. For some reason, when you started dating Louis you became 100 times more insecure. Day after day, you would get more hate from so called 'fans' on twitter. You began to go into a dark period in your life, where you would sit in the bathroom cutting your stomach. One day you got a DM on twitter that crossed the line completely. It read: 'your father died because he had to wake up every morning and see your ugly, fat, stupid fucking face. Hope you die!' Once you read the message, you ran to the bathroom in search of your razor blade. As you were about to slice, Louis bursted through the bathroom door. "Love, what's wrong?" he said grabbing the razor from your hand and placing a hand on your cheek. "I-it's the h-hate," you cried out. As soon as the words came out your mouth, Louis' hand retreated. "Really? God you're so fucking sensative! Eleanor never cared about hate," Louis angrily said standing up and walking away. "MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE SHE'S A FUCKING MODEL! I'M A NORMAL FUCKING PERSON!" you screamed at him, standing up and falling suit of him. "HEY DON'T YELL AT ME!" Louis said. "Then don't fucking compare me to your fucking ex." you said quietly as tears raced down your face. Louis realized how wrong he was and walked over to you. He hugged you and said, "Love, I'm sorry. I know this is hard for you and I'm completely sorry for you. I know you're not used to the hate and I promise I'll make it stop if you give me a chance," he said looking down into your eyes. "O-ok," you said not sure. Later on that night, Louis tweeted the following: You so called fans need to quit your shit. You're making Y/N cry and that's not ok with me. If I see any more hate sent to here, in any way, I swear I will hunt you down and you won't like what happens next. #SayYou'reSorry. The next morning you woke up and noticed your phone was loaded with tweets. You check the trending topics and the 1st one was #We'reSorryY/N and the 2nd was #WeLoveYouY/N.
Liam: It was a hot summer day and all you wanted to do was swim. Since you have a pool in your backyard, you slid on your bikini, grabbed a towel, and headed outside. When you got out there, you saw Liam, lounging. You walked over to him and set your stuff down on the chair next to him. "Y/N you should do some laps in the pool," he told you. "And why's that?" you asked him walking to the steps by the pool. "You're looking a little chubby. Danielle always exercised," he commented. You instantly felt fat. You listened to what Liam said and swan laps for two hours straight. Days pasted and everyday you would be out swimming laps in the pool. The more you swam, the less food you ate. You're weight went from 120 to 95 pounds within 2 months. Liam began to get really scared. He saw your ribs poking out and he finally decided to confront you. "Y/N can we talk for a minute?" Liam asked sitting on the couch. "Sure," you said sitting next to him. "Are you ok? You are getting really skinny and I'm worried about you. Tell me what's wrong?" he sincerely asked you. "It's nothing," you said trying to stand but Liam's arm snaked around your waist. "Baby please tell me why are you trying to get super skinny?" he remarked. "Because you said I wasn't as skinny as Danielle," you quietly mumbled. Once Liam registered what you had said he grabbed your face and kissed you. "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I never meant for you to do something like this. You are perfect. I love you the way you are. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Please honey forgive me?" he asked as a single tear fell from his eye. "Of course," you said kissing him on his birthmark.
Zayn: "Want to go to dinner?" "No," "Want to go to the theatre?" "No," "Want to go to the fair?" "No," these were normal conversations you and Zayn had. "You're so boring. At least Perrie wanted to be spontaneous." he said walking down the hall away from you. You were fuming. You stood up and walked over to find Zayn. "Hey, hey ,hey don't you dare compare me to Perrie. You know my feelings on her." you said walking up to him. "well maybe you should get some tips from her about being more fun." he said. "Maybe if you stopped being such a fucking asshole maybe I would be more fun. And how dare you compare me to Perrie? How would you feel if I told you that Y/E/N is a better boyfriend than you?" you said regretting it as it slipped out your mouth. He looked up at you with regret and anger. "How about we both just apologize for what was said and go and grab some food and watch movies tonight?" Zayn offered. "I'm sorry," you said. "I'm sorry, too," he said kissing your neck.