All Time Low Song Preference:
Louis: "this bed's an island made of feather down, and I'm stuck here alone, with little else but memories of you, on memory foam." - If These Sheets Were States.
You lie there feeling like a pea on a drum, patting down where Louis should be lying right now. The sheets around you ruffled from you tossing and turning. You know that Louis is having an amazing time touring and experiencing new things but you just cant help but feel sorry for yourself. You think back to the night before he went away, the way he wrapped you up in the sheets then wrapped his arms around you, it made you feel safe and secure. Now you can feel the draft on your bare arms, you can stretch out in the sheets. When you had Louis beside you you could go to sleep feeling content and safe, now you go to sleep wondering whether he's okay and if he's thinking of you the way you are of him.
Zayn: "I'm restless, obsessed with your future. All my worries they don't bother you" - For Baltimore.
Question after question, answer after answer. Nothing seems enough for you. You keep firing questions at him. Wanting every intricate detail of what you think his future holds. Zayn doesn't really know what he's doing tomorrow, never mind the future. Zayn wants to talk to you about his thoughts at the minute; you don't seem bothered about anything else, other than his future. You ask a few more questions, Zayn getting more infuriated with every answer he gives. Feeling the anxiety build up inside of him he gets up from his place where he's sitting. Rushing out of the door and walking down the street. Needing a place to cool off, needing a place where he can feel like he is being listened to.
Liam: "I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never have guessed, I'm a sucker for their gossip." - Sick Little Games.
Liam jogs into the room, slamming down a magazine onto the coffee table it makes you jump. You put a hand over your racing heart, only to look up and see Liam's face covered with tears. His puffy cheeks quivering as he looks right into your eyes. You pick up the flimsy magazine in your hands as Liam takes a seat next to you. You read over the headline, another untrue story of him has been spread around the press. Somehow managing to replace an inspirational story with a one that isn't even true. You rub Liam's back as you read over the words printed in black bold. "Liam," You start, placing the magazine down, out of site from a wrecked Liam. "you and I both know, the fans know, that none of that is true. People get pleasure from writing untrue shit like that. Think of how many people you have supporting you right now. It's mind blowing how much support you get and you're going to let one shitty article ruin everything?" He simple shakes his head, you sigh, taking him in your arms. All he needs is time to think about stuff, then he'll be back to himself.
Niall: "I'm a walking travesty, but I'm smiling at everything." - Therapy.
"How've you been?" Niall asks as his blurry face pops up over facetime. You simply nod, plastering a fake but influencing smile over your face. When you put on a fake smile you feel like you're a dark, cracked wall being covered in bright yellow paint, resembling a more happy appearance, even though on the inside you're broken. "good thanks!" you beam, giving him a warm, not necessarily genuine, smile. He nods back to you. "So, are you enjoying seeing everyone?" You ask him, Niall flew back over to Ireland to visit his family for a while. "I sure am." He replies back happily. "It's good to be back with them for a bit."
Your smile that you had painted on starts to fade as you forget that you're still speaking with Niall. "hey." he speaks softly, "I'll see you soon though. Just another few days, yeah?" He speaks softly, again. You cant say anything or your voice will crack, "yep! I know! Enjoy your next few days with your family." You smile to him before blowing a kiss to him. Hovering your thumb over the red end button, when you've both said your goodbyes you click the button and watch his face disappear. Only a few more days.
Harry: "can't miss this chance to take you out here's my invitation." - Hello, Brooklyn.
He stands and stares at you for a while. Studying your features, how you look in the dress you're wearing, how your hair frames your face, how your cheeks glow when the lights hit them. He puts his drink down on the bar and walks steadily over to you, being careful that he doesn't mess up in front of you. You turn your head towards him, smiling at him as his heart races in his chest. "Alright?" He asks you over the loud thumping music. You nod your head, not really knowing what to do or what to say. He smiles eagerly at you, you find it quite cute. "Do you want a drink?" He asks you another question, this time you find your voice and speak to him. "Sure, on me?"
"No no," He comes closer to your ear, pushing some of your hair out of the way so his lips trace over your earlobe, "on me."
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