Harry - he stumbled back, “p-pregant?” His hands found a path through his hair and he tugged every knot he caught, fumbling back from the bottom step to the pavement. You shook when you tried to follow him down, shaking the way you still tasted him on your lips, the way you still tasted what you’d just said out loud, “wha…” he exhaled as he composed himself, “what do you mean y-you think?”
"I haven’t taken a test yet," you lowered your eyes, "I’m just… late…"
"Late…" he echoed the word, quiet the way it came past his pink lips. He fixed his jacket, nodding his head down to looking at his feet, "(Y/N), we… should I… am I…" he cleared his throat, tensing his shoulders before he met your gaze, "is it mine?"
You swallowed, a hollow breath shaking every syllable, “I don’t know…” you sniffed and looked around at how alone you were with Harry. You hugged your arms to your chest before you chanced looking at him, “I…” you swallowed again, “I haven’t told Sean about that… that night…”
"I figured," Harry chuckled without humour, looking over his shoulder.
"It was a mistake," you almost snarled, too sudden for it to mean any less than it should’ve.
"Yeah, you said that," Harry bit back, lowering his voice when he heard himself speak, "about a dozen times before you left, how could I forget? God, and here I was, thinking I was the idiot all this time. Hanging on some pathetic hope. You know, I actually thought that night meant something, and I tried, okay? I tried! But you act like it didn’t even happen."
"Harry," you hissed at him, struggling to keep your voice down, glancing around, "I am very, very aware that it happened! I feel awful, okay? I feel so damn awful every time I think of what I did, but I’m trying to move on and forget it. That is what I’m doing here. What are you doing?"
"Move on?" Harry scoffed, "forget it? Sure, because that’ll be so easy, you…" he started, fisting the air when he raised one hand, but he stopped himself. He pressed his lips together and exhaled slowly, figuring himself out, "look," he measured his voice, "this… none of this matters, okay? If you’re… if you’re pregnant, (Y/N), I want to…"
"Hey," the door swung wide when a few guests spilled out, "where’s the party at, guys?" You bit your lip, wiping your eyes for effort as you smiled at them. Harry stepped back from you, turning around to make it to his car.
Liam - you looked up when Liam stood in his seat, lacing one hand over Sarah’s shoulder as he steadied himself. He pushed his chair out and moved back from the table. Sarah held her hand over his, and squeezed, “where you going, babe?”
"Toilet," Liam smiled down. You looked over when he kissed her forehead, her eyes closing and a hum sounding as it happened. You squeezed Ben’s thigh before you stood up as well.
"I need to go to, actually," you smiled down at Ben. You leant down to kiss his cheek and graze your lips along the skin. You moved out from your chair, and followed where Liam was walking, through the restaurant to the hallway off to one side.
"Hey," you called ahead, when you knew Ben and Sarah were out of earshot, "hey, Liam!"
He turned slowly, confusion glossing his features, “(Y/N)?”
"Yeah," you stopped in front of him, outside the toilets, "what the hell were you doing back there?"
"(Y/N), I…" Liam started.
"Playing footsie under the table? What the hell? You can’t just do something like that…" you pushed his chest, but it didn’t do much, "what the hell was that about? You know you’ve got a girlfriend to do that crap with, and you know that guy at the table with us? Yeah? My fiance, ring a bell? Seriously, Liam."
"(Y/N), just calm down," he took your arm and led you further down the hallway, "please, just calm down. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for you to get angry, I just…" he shook his head down, almost smiling, "I don’t know what I was thinking… I guess I wasn’t."
"Yeah," you huffed, calming down, "you weren’t…" you craned your neck for a second, looking over. You blushed closer to him without meaning to, suddenly unaware of why you were standing so close. You almost turned to move into the restroom.
"And hey," you heard Liam, and felt his hand around your arm again to keep you from leaving, "I know I was an idiot out there. But why were you doing the same back to me?"
Louis - you narrowed your eyes at the way Louis didn’t stop smirking from across the room. You shuffled in Stephen’s arms on the living room floor, bending your knees a little more when you laid yourself differently. You saw the other boys around you, Harry teetering near Louis and the way he looked at you. You sniffed and cleared your throat around how awkward you felt, “you know, Stephen and I might head off home actually…”
Louis snapped his head up, “why?”
"I’m a little tired," you gritted your teeth, "that’s why."
"We can’t have that…" you watched as Louis stood up, beer in his hand as he walked closer, "come on, let’s play another game," he grinned, "spin the bottle, anyone?"
"Hey," Harry stood up with a few steps closer to Louis, "why don’t I take you home, mate?" He reached out for the bottle in Louis’ hand.
"No, no," Louis stepped back again, "come on, (Y/N), you know a few good drinking games, don’t you? Why don’t you start a game of strip poker or something?"
"Okay, Lou," Harry took the bottle and an arm, leading Louis out of the room, "how about we head home now?"
Stephen shifted near you, and you moved to stand up, “we’re gonna take off as well,” you heard him say, “Harry, we can drop Louis off if you want. It’s on the way.”
You spun into Stephen, whispering near his chest, “hey, are you sure? Babe, I really don’t want him in the car with us tonight.”
"Look at him, babe," Stephen shrugged down with sympathy, "the guy needs a mattress to lay on. It’s the right thing to do. I don’t want him to get in any trouble tonight, and I know you don’t either," he finished quietly, kissing your cheek.
You said goodbye, and left the room with Harry nudging Louis, Stephen’s hand entwined with yours, fingers interlocking. You found your jacket and shrugged it on as the front door opened, and Harry steered Louis outside, moving to the car. You crossed the front lawn with Stephen, listening to Louis yell at his own feet as he walked.
"Alright, in the car, man," Harry helped Louis in the backseat before he turned around, "thanks for taking him home, guys. Safe drive, okay?"
Zayn - you turned around with Damien, taking his hand through the hallway, “I’ll just grab my jacket…” you murmured, kissing his cheek again before you took the stairs. You reached the landing and walked back to the bedroom, biting the inside of your own cheek when you saw the back of Zayn, standing next to the bed, fiddling in the jackets lain there.
"Oh, hey," you nodded ahead, "fancy running into you again here…" you laughed quietly at your own attempt at a joke, as Zayn turned.
He smiled quietly, “that’s cute, (Y/N).”
"Yeah," you breathed, "well, Damien and I are gonna take off anyway. I can only handle so much in one evening."
"Oh," Zayn’s expression fell, "are you sure? I… I don’t want you to feel like you have to leave. You know you guys are more than welcome."
You laughed again, rubbing your arm with a single step, “are you sure about that?”
"Hey, come on," his expression softened, "don’t be like that. I know a few of the guys down there can be a bit weird about it, but you don’t have to worry about them," he stepped closer to you, dropping the jacket he was holding, "I want you here. That’s gotta mean something, right?"
"Something," you murmured the word, meeting his eyes.
"Yeah," he breathed, out of words all of a sudden, lost for words with your eyes on his. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, leaving them by his sides with fingers curling a little, not quite a fist.
"Alright, well…" you blushed down, "we’re gonna take off. I’ll just grab my jacket.
Zayn looked over his shoulder, crossing to the bed, “which one’s yours?” He leant down, knocking sleeves over.
"This one," you leant down at the same time, your hand meeting his when you scrunched the dark material. You felt his fingers brush over your skin delicately.
"Thanks," you picked it up, folding it over one arm.
"Have a good night, (Y/N)," he kissed your cheek, and let you go.
Niall - ”No, no… n-no,” you shook back, leaning back against the opposite wall again with your palms flat into the floor like you could push yourself even further back and disappear into the dry wall. You blinked a few times, shaking your head. You looked up like you could see James, still asleep in bed.
"(Y/N), I know I’m an i-idiot right now, okay, I…" he shook in front of you, "but I have never felt so right about anything in my life. And I’ve got the worst t-timing in the world, but I love you and I never stopped loving you and the boys would kill me if they knew I was here doin’ this, but I have to… I… I can’t let you go, I can’t…"
"Niall," your voice softened, the way you watched his eyes wide, almost welling in the light from the window at the end of the hallway, the dull moon shining in and creating soft planes that flew over his pale skin when he looked up, chancing looking at you like he was afraid of what he’d see, "I’m with James. I said yes, I made a promise to him."
"You made a promise to me, too," he scrambled across the space between you for you hands, picking them up in his, impossibly warm and a little damp, "r-remember that morning in Las Vegas, and you promised you’d love me forever and I promised I’d love you forever and we spent the whole day in bed and I’m crazy, I know, but you can’t tell me you forgot that because I think about it every day, (Y/N), every damn day and I just…"
"Niall," you stopped him closer to his words this time. You wrapped your hands around his until you were squeezing them. You exhaled slowly and kissed a few of his knuckles. He swallowed again.
"I’m gonna go up to bed," you told him, trying to keep your voice from shaking too much, "and you’re going to go to the couch and get some sleep and we’re going to figure this out in the morning, I just… I can’t do this right now. Not here, not with James upstairs, not while you’re drunk," you leant over the space again, and kissed his forehead, "get some sleep…"
His hands slipped from yours when he picked himself up and held your face, finding your lips.