Harry: And I, I’m feeling so small…
With Harry always in the spotlight, gorgeous women ogling over him in every country, you felt insecure. You felt like you would never be good enough for him. ‘I’m not skinny enough, not pretty enough, my nose looks funny, my hair isn’t long enough’. All these thoughts bounced around in your head, when you see all the girls that he hangs around. One afternoon Harry walked in on you standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a bra and panties. The look on your face said every thing, he knew exactly what you were thinking. “Stop it Y/N” he said softly in your ear, wrapping his arms around you. “I cant help it look at me.” You countered. He looked into the mirror. You turned to face him. ”I will never be a good fit for you, you were made for this life. I wasn’t.” “Y/N, baby your beautiful, don’t think your not. Alright? The only life I will ever want is with you. Don’t worry about what other people think. Its me and you. That’s all.”
Liam(Trigger Warning): And I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you…
Your POV-You could feel the urge to pull out the razor from your bed side table. The hate from the fans was to much to handle on your own. Liam was gone on tour, he was so busy and you barley ever talked. He was normally there making sure you know that nothing they said was true. But you had enough. You promised Liam you wouldn’t cut anymore, but nothing was working. You pulled out the razor and made three cuts.
His POV-I’ve been awake since I got the call Y/N was in the ICU. Her sister found her bleeding in the bathroom one night. She cut again, how could she be so stupid. I took the first flight to see her, rushing into the hospital and past everyone who tried to stop me. When I got the room my heart broke. She laid there un conscious. I rushed to her side, her armed wrapped in gauze, her skin pale. Suddenly I was on my knees. Every thing I cared about was in front of me, and at any second it could be gone. “Say something Y/N” My voice came out more of a sob. “I love you Y/N. Say something.” The door opened and I could hear someone walk in. “I’m sorry sir, but she cant talk right now.” Her voice was kind but it didn’t make me feel any better. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” I whispered laying my head on the bed next to her. Planting a kiss on her shoulder.
Niall: And I, will stumble and fall I’m still learning to love…
Being around the other boys and their girls friends made you notice something in your own relationship. Niall isn’t nearly as affectionate. Every one thought he would be the perfect boyfriend, who cuddled and held hands, but it wasn’t like that. He treated you more like a friend. You sat next to him on the couch and watched as he scrolled through twitter. He looked up at you smiling, “Yes princess?” He asked chucking. “Why don’t we ever do couple-y things?” You replied turning your whole body toward him. “What do you mean?” He locked his phone and slipped it in his pocket. That is one great thing about Niall, he is so easy to talk to, its natural. “Like hold hands, or cuddle, or kiss in public, or idk… Stuff like that.” You listed off. “I didn’t do stuff like that because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He blurted out. “Well that’s kinda what a relationship is.” You responded looking at him. “I’m, sorry Y/N. This is all new to me, I’ve never really done thins before. If you want me to say something, or do something you have to tell me. I’m still learning ok?” He asked. You simply nodded. He grabbed you hand and pulled you into his lap, where you stayed for a majority of the day.
Louis: Anywhere I would have followed you…
You woke up the sounds of clicking, and flipping. Three forty five AM glowed on the alarm clock beside your bed. Next to you a bare chested Louis. He sat back against the head board, knees bent, PlayStation controller in hand. “Lou, why are you still up?” You asked in a muffled voice. His blue eyes glanced down at you. The whites now red. “Louis, Christ you look like hell.” You gasped sitting up and placing your hands on either side of his face. “I’m just stressed out Y/N, I’m fine.” He was trying to change the subject. “About what?” You demanded. “Nothing luv, go back to sleep.” He replied refocusing his eyes on the TV. “Louis William Tomlinson.” He knew you were serious when you started to get out of bed. He grabbed your arm and took a deep breath. “I’m worried, that one day you’ll realize that I cant always be here. How are we supposed to have a family? I cant expect you to wait for me, wait for my career to end. You’ll get lonely. How can I treat you properly?” He rambled. His eyes are dark. The room was silent as you worked out what to say in your head. “Say something,” he urged. “Lou, none of that matters right now. All I care about, is that your happy. I will follow you any where Louis. As long as we are happy none of that matters.” Your said looking right into his eyes. “You always know, what to say Y/N. I don’t know what id do with out you.” He tossed the controller to the side and pulled you on top of him.
Zayn: Say something I’m giving up on you…
You and Zayn have been dating for a while now. Your relationship is serious, but lately you’ve felt like he has been puling away. He gets quiet, wont look you in the eyes, and when he does he looks like he wants to say something but he doesn’t. Tonight was date night, you guys were going to a “nice” restaurant. You found a black dress that fit you just right, did your hair and make up the way you know Zayn likes it. Hopefully everything was all in your head, and he is just nervous for the upcoming tour. When you walked into the living room his eyes widened, taking you in head to toe. “You look great,” He said. The same reserved look playing on his face. Nothing you did would make him open up. So you came to the only possible conclusion. ‘He doesn’t want to be with me anymore?’ “I cant do this Zayn, I’m not going to sit around and wait for you to work up the courage to break up with me” You burst out. “What?” He asked confusion clearly written on his face. “You have been so different lately, so quiet, it’s freaking me out and I’m not going to wait for it to happen” You said grabbing your purse from the floor and heading toward the door. “Y/N stop.” His voice was urgent. He grabbed one of your hands, turning you to face him. His eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve been quiet because I have to stop myself. Before I say something and ruin everything.” His hazel eyes burning through yours. “Say what Zayn spit it out” You yelled back. “I love you Y/N.”