Harry - you watched him, party winding down, from the other side of the room, half-listening to Louis talking in your ear, “and you wouldn’t believe it, (Y/N), it’s the craziest thing, but I mean, it happens, I guess. I guess that’s just the… just the… hey, (Y/N), you okay?” You turned suddenly, snapped back to him talking.
"What? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m fine," you finished the rest of your drink. You swallowed and worried about the fact that you’d been staring again, thinking again, "how are you?" You waggled your eyebrows at Louis, still too drunk.
"I’m fine," he grinned, "jus-just celebrating for Haz, you know?"
"Yeah," you leant back against the wall, sighing, "just… for Haz…" you palmed your empty glass, searching the room for some kind of refill. All you found was Harry, again, with his arms around Emily, holding her body tightly from behind. When you could blink, you found yourself stuck in the same loop, that night, one year ago, when he’d asked you for your heart and you didn’t give it to him.
"Well," Louis grinned, tugging you back to the reality, to the room you were in again, "I’m gonna get another drink. You up for one?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure," you smiled, handing him your glass. He lifted himself through the crowd of people that hadn’t yet gone home, and you watched him make it to the kitchen, almost bumping four people on the way. You scanned the room again, finding Harry, again. He pressed his lips to Emily’s cheek, and she turned into him, her lips finding his. You scoffed to yourself, and turned, around to look at the wall or a pot plant or anything that didn’t break your heart, "hey, here we go…" you turned back when Louis slid up, holding a drink out to you.
"Actually, I’m not thirsty," you shook your head and stepped away from him, "I… I think I better head home…"
Liam - you spun around at the sound of his voice, “(Y/N), is that you?” You bit your lip, turning awkwardly in the dress store.
"Hi," you waved your hand oddly, to Liam walking over, "and Bec, hi," you smiled at her eyes flashing in front of you.
"Hey, (Y/N)," she said, a little stiffly, "just shopping?"
"Um, yeah… for your wedding, actually," you grimaced, "thought I’d, um, get it out of the way. Date is getting close."
"Yeah, it is," Liam swung his hand with Bec’s, "so you, um, find anything yet?"
"No, not yet," you glanced around the store, slinging one hand along the rack of dresses you were next to, "just kinda browsing right now…" you bowed down from looking at Bec, her eyes a little odd when she looked at you. You shuffled your feet, scuffing the ends of your shoes into the slick floors.
"Well, we better let you get back to it," Bec piped up, squeezing Liam’s hand. He peered down to her eyes, and smiled. She leant up to kissing him once, and you hastened to look away, focusing eyes on a mannequin in the far corner of the room. Liam cleared his throat and you chanced a glance back.
"Yeah, we’ll, um, we’ll see you at the wedding?" Liam offered a hand forwards, and you smiled in reply.
"Definitely," you murmured, wanting to leave, "see you… see you then, guys… enjoy your day…"
"Bye, (Y/N)," Bec smiled a little, walking past.
"Bye, Bec," you murmured, hands making fists for a moment until they were gone, and you could breath again.
Louis - ”That was a little awkward back there,” Louis spun the straw in his milkshake, leaning on elbows across from you over the table, “sorry about it…”
"What was awkward?" You shrugged, taking another chip between two fingers.
"You know," he peered his eyes, "the shop assistant, thinking we were getting married…" he chuckled nervously, trailing unfinished words off by taking another sip of his drink. You eyed him as he swallowed, almost laughing in place of making it worse.
"Don’t worry about it," you waved one hand, "it’s… simple mistake. Could’ve happened to anyone…" you glanced out the window, like you could distract the situation, or make him realise you were done talking about it.
"Yeah," Louis finished himself off, glancing around like you were. His phone buzzed, making you snap back to the time and place. He fished in his pocket to find it, peering down to a new text, "it’s Faye," he murmured, more to himself than to you, "she’s, um…" he started to laugh, "she’s freaking out about the floral arrangement…" he sighed down, and you almost heard him scowl before he peered up, meeting your eyes with a smile, "she’s nuts…"
"Yeah," you weren’t sure what else to say, "yeah, she is…"
"Oh, hey um…" Louis made a face, "that reminds me… I wanted to tell you. Faye has a friend, some guy she knew at uni, who, um… she thinks might be perfect for you. Yeah, she said he’ll be at the wedding, thinks it would be cool if you guys met," he shrugged up once, "what do you…" he tried watching your features, "what do you think?"
"Oh, um…" you had to swallow quickly, "wow, um… that… that sounds cool…" you couldn’t swallow much after that, breath a little quick and you tried figuring out how to smile, "that’s…"
"(Y/N), you okay?" Louis tipped his head to the side, smiling.
"Yeah, that’s… that’s really cool…" you bit your lip, "sorry, I just have to run to the bathroom," you stood up quickly, "but that’s really cool, yeah… really cool…"
Zayn - you swung your legs over the edge of the pool, holding your shoes in your hand at the edge. Legs kicking through the water, you smiled down, the lights of the pool shimmying, making your limbs look disjointed under the cool surface. Palms slid around your shoulders, a face peering over, so you looked up to Zayn smiling. “Hey, you,” he grinned down, rolling up the sleeves of his jeans. You shifted when he sat beside you, dipping his own feet into the pool.
"Hey," you let out a breath oddly, conscious of how close he was sitting.
"How’re you going?"
"Good, good," you smiled, looking up, "pretty good…"
"No, you’re not," Zayn chuckled down, chin almost resting on his chest, "you’re… you’re not…"
You laughed over to looking at him, this self-deprecating sound out that made you smile for the moment, “and why do you say that?”
"Because," Zayn shrugged, borrowing your smile, "I… it’s you, (Y/N), I know you… and I know when you’re not okay. And I know that you try so damn hard to pretend you are when you’re not, and I know that you deserve to be happy. And I know that you probably won’t tell me what’s wrong, but I was thinking maybe you might…" he finished a little different, voice quieter, eyes wandering yours.
"Zayn," you murmured, letting your eyes fall, "I…"
"(Y/N), come on," he placed one hand over yours, nudging you playfully in the side with his shoulder, "what’s wrong?"
You opened your mouth to speak, this crazy speech in your head that you’d always had planned on the cusp of your lips to spill, “Zayn…” you shook a breath, “nothing…” you repeated, “nothing, I’m all good.. I…” you lifted your feet out of the pool and wiped palms down them dry, “don’t worry about me. It’s your engagement party, I’m not gonna ruin that…” you stood up and smiled down to him, “you have fun tonight, okay? You deserve it.”
"(Y/N)…" he murmured after you, concern lacing features that were enough for you to step away.
"Have fun tonight," you pasted another smile, turning so you could head back into the party. You slipped your heels on, knocking by Niall in the kitchen, "whoa, hey, (Y/N), what’s up?"
"Do you wanna have crazy sex tonight so I can forget that my ex boyfriend is getting married in less than a month?" You steeled his gaze all flustered, stumbling, mouth agape in front of you, "well, do you?"
Niall - you groaned, some kind of tapping in the back of your mind. Rolling over with hands to run through your hair, you eased up in bed, waking. The sound sharpened, till you realised it was the doorbell, someone pressing it over and over. You shuffled out of bed, rubbing down the makeup on your face you’d forgotten to wipe. You paced the hallway, eyes still half-closed, “coming already,” you groaned out, reaching the door, “geez, do you have any idea what ti… Niall?”
"(Y/N)," he beamed, arms outstretched. You peddled back from the alcohol on his breath, "my… my bestie… how are you?"
"Good," you grimaced, crossing arms, "what… um, what are you doing here? What happened to the rest of your party?"
"Finished," Niall shrugged his shoulders, giggling down to leaning against your doorframe, "f-finished, babe…"
"Oh, yeah?" You laughed at how shaky he was on his feet, "where’s Megan?"
"She we-went…" Niall slurred, "she went home…" he blinked a few times and tried to shuffle himself inside. You helped him, holding his arms to lead him into the living room, down onto the couch. You pressed a hand to his forehead, skin so warm. You bit your lip with your palm there, wishing he wouldn’t hum to your hand rubbing his skin, closed eyes softly.
"Why aren’t you home?” You asked carefully, sitting beside him where he was lying down. He drunkenly reached for your hands.
"Wanted… wanted to see you…" he mumbled, threading his fingers with yours, wide eyes looking up to you peering down.
"On your engagement night?" You murmured, voice turning to a whisper, "you wanted to see me?"
"Y-yeah…" he giggled, turning over to the couch pillow, "you…" he mumbled again. He leant up weakly, almost stumbling off the couch to reach you, holding your cheek. His breath was a little too warm, too much like tequila for you to move, when he pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth.