Harry - you heard someone calling your name as you walked to your car, “(Y/N), hey, wait up!” You turned slowly, seeing Harry jog towards you, arms half-slung into the sleeves of his blazer jacket, puffing when he reached you.
"Oh, hey," you smiled, tipsy enough from the party that you could punch his chest playfully, "I’m, um, just heading home."
"Yeah," Harry grinned down, "why? Why are you leaving, (Y/N)? Are you okay?"
You froze on the spot for a moment, thinking enough that you knew you couldn’t answer. You scowled down for a second, your head throbbing until you looked up, meeting Harry’s eyes, “do you…” you shook out a breath, because you’d left your jacket in the car, forgotten how cold it was, “do you ever think about that night?”
"What night?" Harry kept smiling, furrowing his brow a little.
“That night,” you let your eyes scan his features, “last year, after Zayn’s birthday party, near the fountain, when you asked me to be with you, and I said no?”
Harry stumbled back, unsure of what to say. His features changed, expression shifting before he cleared his throat and found his voice, “why… why are you asking me this, (Y/N)?”
"I don’t know," you answered honestly, crossing your arms over your front, voice quiet, "I… I don’t know…"
"No," Harry murmured, and when you caught his expression, it was somewhere between anger and confusion, "no, why did you ask me that?" He shook, shivering in the cold like you were, raising his arms up, "why… why would you bring that up?" His voice rose.
"I don’t know," you murmured quieter still, "just… just forget it, okay?"
"No, (Y/N), I…" he raised his arms again, "I can’t forget it… why… why would you ask that? Why?"
"I’m sorry… please, just forget it?" You shook your head, "I’m just gonna go…" you turned around, managing a few steps towards you car before he called out after you, "you broke my heart that night, (Y/N)…" his voice bellowed out, with a shaky exhale from the air so cold. You froze on the spot, his words ringing in your ear. You didn’t turn.
"You broke my heart that night, (Y/N)," he called out again, and all you could see were his words, "broke it, shattered it into a million pieces. The only thing in the world that I wanted was you, and you said no. You said no, and you broke me. You made me this hollow, shell of a man because I couldn’t have you and it killed me. Is… is that what you wanted to hear? Is that why you asked? That what… what you were hoping for?"
"Harry, I…" you finally turned, almost pleading him to stop.
"But then I found Emily, I found her and I’m happy… I’m… I thought I’d never get over you, (Y/N)," you could hear his voice breaking, drumming to the sound of the party still inside, "some… some days I… you know what, it doesn’t even matter. I just don’t…" his face contorted in anger, "I just don’t know why you would bring this up. I’m getting married next week, okay? I am…" Harry slammed the last word, before he turned and stormed back towards the house, muscles in his back working before he shut the front door loudly. You shook at the sound, turned and walked numbly to your car. You slipped inside and fell into the seat, leaning your head down onto the steering wheel, breaking into sobs you couldn’t work around, heaving and tears falling, catching in your throat where you couldn’t keep them.
Liam - the flimsy material of countless dresses swung through your hands as you kept scanning the shelves, eyes dotting over colours and fabrics you could care less about. You walked slowly, still breathing a little odd from running into Liam and Bec. You tugged one dress out when you saw it, a shiny black number that you turned over, examining, scrunching in your hands, “that’ll look good on you,” a voice in your ear made you jump. You turned, almost rustling Liam, standing by you.
"Whoa, hey," you reeled back, smiling nervously, "what are you… what are you still doing here?"You peered around him, "where’s Bec?"
"She’s… out at the car," Liam slid his hands into his pockets, "she, um…" he grinned sheepishly, "she thinks I’m in here grabbing my wallet. I said I left it at the counter…"
"Oh," your lips formed the word, wishing you didn’t feel like smiling, fighting the corners of your lips.
"Yeah," Liam rocked back and forth before he figured what to say next, "I… I just wanted to say sorry. I know it was a little awkward back there. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
You had to bite down from smiling, “always the caring one, Liam,” you playfully knocked his shoulder, “thanks, I’m… I’m fine…”
"Good," he smiled, "I do worry about you, you know? With the whole wedding thing… I know it can’t be easy," he cast his eyes down from looking directly at you.
"Thanks," you answered honestly, "that, um, that really means a lot, Li… but I’ll be okay… really, I’m… I’m glad I get to come, see you tie the knot…"
"Yeah, and I’m sorry about Bec too," he raised his shoulders, thumbs out of hands in his jean pockets, "she, um… I know it was a really bad situation with her when we were still together, but she… she doesn’t hate you. I know you’re probably not too keen on her…"
You held the dress in your hands a little tighter, feeling like the material was slipping a little, or disappearing between your fingers. You bunched it up, working on a sentence, grinning in the meantime, “it’s, yeah… it’s okay, really. I get that she probably doesn’t like me very much, but it’ll be okay. It’s not like I have to see her every day or anything…” you paced the words out, “it’s okay…”
"Great," Liam smiled before he checked his watch, the one you’d given him for his birthday two years ago, waking him up in bed, wearing nothing but his shirt from the night before, "I better get going. Bec’ll be wondering what’s up…" he leant down to you, kissing your cheek and you tried to capture the moment when he was tilting away, "see you at the wedding, I guess."
Louis - hands curled the basin in the bathroom, and when you peered up, you realised you were shaking. One hand up to brush fingers through your hair, you exhaled, slowly, on unsteady feet to catch yourself, “come on, (Y/N),” you murmured, “pull yourself together, you can do this…” you pressed your lips together, managing a swallow, and turned around, heading for the door. You pushed through and made your way back to the table, Louis missing.
"Whoa, what the hell…" you groaned to yourself.
"Oh, hey," the waitress passed you, "you were with him, right? Louis Tomlinson?"
You nodded dully, “um, yeah…”
"He told me to tell you that he had to run. His fiance, or whatever called, said there was some emergency, and he had to go. He told me to tell you sorry, and he’ll make it up to you soon, whatever that means…" she shrugged her shoulders, heading back behind the counter.
"Great," you swung your body into sitting back down, "just great…" you reached for another chip, chewing mindlessly as you leant your head back, fan swinging on the ceiling and you tried to focus on each panel, shaking gaze back down when you realised it was useless. You stood, hugging your back to your chest as you walked to the exit. You opened and closed the door, cool breeze for a street unmade making you quicken legs, walking your way to where the car was.
"Crap," you stopped on the spot, remembering that Louis had driven you both in, "why’d you leave me here? Bloody hell…" you turned a few times, finally fishing your phone out of the innards of your bag. You peeled your palm around it, dialling the first number you scrolled past, "Harry?" You sung out when he answered, "hey, can you… can you, um, come get me? Lou kinda left me stranded…"
"Yeah, sure," you heard his voice, before you told him where you were, hanging up moments later. You swung back on your heels, heading to the nearest bench, sitting down, bag dropped by your side. You felt your phone buzz so you raised it up to read the screen, a mushy text from Louis apologising for leaving you where you were. You scowled as your eyes scanned each line, and you threw your down into you bag, frustrated, refusing to reply. You waited for Harry to pull up, reaching over the console to open the passenger door for you, "hey, you okay? Lou ditched you, huh?"
"Just drive, Harry…" you settled quickly in the seat, wiping tears that were welling, "please, just drive…"
Zayn - you shut the bedroom door, murmuring, “think this is their room,” you pressed Niall against the wall, “oh, well,” you breathed, grinning into him, “it’ll do…” you kissed him once, tipping breath into his mouth, warm and unsatisfying. You didn’t bother with the lights, pulling him by his jacket back to the bed.
"(Y/N), are you sure you…" he fell on top of you, quivering lips close to yours, eyes searching enough for an answer.
"Just shut up and kiss me," your hands roamed his back, "unless you don’t want to, I’ll… I’ll understand…"
"No," Niall grazed one hand down your cheek, smiling enough. You could hear the music, chatter of the party downstairs and it all filled your head, made you numb. You couldn’t discern voices, with Niall easing weight on top of you, "I… I want to…" he swallowed, pressing lips to your neck.
"Good…" you breathed, and tugged on his shirt. He leant up enough to shrug out of his jacket, throwing his shirt over his head the next second. You fumbled hands by his belt buckle, and tugged down his zipper. He slid hands by your waist, and you paced a few more seconds, learning not to hear much beside the sound of clothes hitting the floor, and Niall’s breath in your ear.
"Do you think they keep condoms in their drawer?" You giggled up, smirking, reaching over to the bedside dresser enough to tug it open, feeling around for a small foil packet, "shit, they do," you laughed up, Niall nuzzling his face into your neck, placing kisses. You groaned, gasping when he rolled it on and eased into you, palms spreading your thighs for him and hungry breath exhaling out. He thrust hard the first few times, "fuck, Niall…" you moaned, biting down on his shoulder to keep the party downstairs from knowing.
"God, (Y/N)…" Niall grunted up, "fuck, I’m already close…"
"Me too…" you swallowed, nodding and shutting your eyes tightly, "me too…" you felt like burrowing down, until you could see Zayn’s face in the back of your mind, the easy smile that you used to know, his lips and the way they used to trail down your middle, "fuck, Zayn, I’m coming…" you gasped, before you could help yourself. You felt Niall shake on top of you, some vulnerable kind of quiver that you knew too well.
Niall - you exhaled, drunken slide of his lips past yours, until he was kissing you. It was enough to make you freeze, stilling against him, and the taste of warm breath. He held your face with more of his palm, lines of sweat on calloused fingertips pressed into your skin. His mouth moved against yours, a slow and pulsating kiss that you felt every inch of, the rest of the night, time like two in the morning and you could feel the moment freezing up. You wriggled back after another second, “Niall, come on…” you blushed down to looking at your lap, “what are you…” he put his other hand to your cheek, “what are you doing?”
"You…" he murmured, giggling and his breath shot like a bourbon cloud near your face again. He made it closer, wide eyes peering with a gaze you knew wasn’t sober, "you… I…"
"Niall, you should be kissing Megan, not me," you pulled away further, shuffling over to the other side of the couch. You crossed your arms, stilling the night. Niall stopped, and bowed his head between his legs, "this is…" you chuckled to yourself, "this is wrong…"
"I don’t…" Niall sloped closer to you, pressing his body against yours until he was tilting you back, into the couch cushions and a wedge. You could feel his heart beating near yours, wondering how rapidly it went, "I want you…" he breathed, "(Y/N), I want… you…" and he kissed you again like it was slow and deliberate, holding your body under warm palms getting hot, grinding hips down to you, "Niall, come on…" you tried to push him up, hands palming his shoulder, "Niall, this is…" you pushed him again, and he leant up, drunk enough that you could wedge his body against the other end of the couch. He whimpered, childlike after you.
"Niall, you got engaged yesterday," you measured your voice, even with shaking limbs over what you’d just done, "I’m… I’m gonna go to bed," you stood up, and fixed the front of your singlet, "you can sleep on my couch, just…" you looked down as Niall peered up, wide-eyed like he didn’t know what to do, "just get some sleep, okay?" You turned and left the dark room.