Harry: You and the boys were having a movie night over at Niall’s, watching some Harry Potter films, having a few drinks and a bit of food. As soon as you pushed the DVD player shut, you span around noticing Harry had disappeared from his spot on the sofa. “Where’s Harry gone?” You asked curiously, setting yourself down next to Niall. “Toilet I think” Zayn mumbled from the end of the sofa, he didn’t look up as his eyes were glued to his phone. “Ah” You replied, getting comfy in your spot. The sofa was pretty small, You, Liam, Niall and Zayn could only just squeeze on it, but you were buried between Niall and Liam. Harry wandered in just as the movie began. “Erm..” Harry mumbled eyeing the sofa. “What?” You murmured as you watched the TV. “Where am I supposed to sit?”. “Floor” Niall pointed to where Louis was sat and Harry huffed, grabbing a cushion and setting down next to Louis. “Right Shhh!” You ordered, resting back rather uncomfortably close to Niall. The movie was about halfway through, Niall stretched his arm to the back of the sofa behind you and you shifted uncomfortably. Okay maybe he’s just stretching You hoped. He soon moved his arm and your brain let out a sigh of relief. But too soon, his hand wandered over to your leg and you bit your lip in uncomfortableness. “Niall” You whispered, trying to shift his hand. Harry quickly turned his head as he heard your voice, spotting Niall’s hand. He quickly jumped to his feet. “WHAT THE FUCK NIALL” He yelled loudly, making the whole room turn to him. Harry pulled you roughly off the sofa away from Niall. “Harry!” You yelled louder. Niall looked horrified. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Harry shouted, Niall glanced at the floor. You pulled your hand sharply away from Harry, rubbing your wrist from where he had pulled you. “Harry just leave it, he didn’t mean it” You moaned defensively. Niall was your friend, and yes maybe he had made a mistake but Harry had totally blown it out of proportion. “Didn’t mean it?!” Harry gasped, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “He was practically all over you Y/N!”. You rolled your eyes and Niall still sat in silence, as did the other boys. Harry stared at Niall, he looked angry as ever. He stomped over to the table grabbing his coat and keys before coming back and grasping your hand. “We’re fucking going” He said bluntly, pulling you out before you had time to speak.
Liam: It was late in the evening, about 11 o’clock and you grasped onto the bar for support to stop you stumbling over your feet. Your vision was blurry, your head spinning continuously as you tried to make out the shadows in the vibrant flashing room. Suddenly you felt someone touch your arm and you shot your head up quickly to see Liam giving you a worried smile. “I think we should go now babe” He insisted trying to take your hand. You let him lead you out, after all you felt sick and just wanted to lie down in bed and escape the drunken state you were in. “One minute” You slurred, pulling your hand away and heading for the toilets. “I’ll wait here” Liam shouted from the distance, you could only just make it out. You looked for the toilet signs and followed them, feeling the walls with your hand to stop you tripping. It seemed like miles away, sauntering down a dark corridor you finally saw the door and you gasped a sigh of relief. Just as you were about to reach them, you felt someone else grab your arm. “Liam I sai-” You yelled as you turned around and met a familiar face. It wasn’t Liam at all and you suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable as you tried to shift you arm away from his tight grasp. “Harry? What are you dong?” You suddenly cut out of your drunk state almost immediately. He let go, taking his hand to your face and caressing it a little. “Y/N I’ve seen the way you look at me” He whispered, his eyes gripped shut as he moved up to your hair and stroked it a little. “Harry, you must be mistaken” You said warily, backing away until your back touched the wall. Harry moved closer, you felt trapped. You felt his breath tickle your face and you shut your eyes in pain, you wanted to get away quickly. “Y/N!” You heard a voice, a voice you had heard before. Harry quickly turned his head in shock, jolting away from you and you breathed heavily as Liam ran over in panic. “Harry what the hell do you think your doing?!” He questioned furiously as he came to hug you tightly. All’s you wanted to do was cry, you were so scared but Liam gave you a sense of security. “Liam mate, I, I” He stuttered, looking for answers but backing away slowly. “I thought you were better then that Harry, don’t even think about coming near her again” He gritted his teeth, taking your hand and leading you away. Harry stood in the corridor looking torn, but he also felt guilty that he had betrayed one of his best friends.
Louis: “What about this dress?” You asked Liam for what seemed like the millionth time. “They all look nice babe” Liam smiled from the bed. Louis had just gone out to pick up the other boys, and you had ordered Liam to help you decide what to wear for tonight’s meal, but really he was no use, he said everything was good, which wasn’t the point. “Liam” You moaned, turning around and he glanced up from his phone instantly. “What’s wrong?” He asked sympathetically, rising to his feet. He was such a caring guy, in any situation. You huffed looking at the floor. “It’s so hard choosing something right, I don’t want to look crappy for something so special”. Liam came closer, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking deep into your eyes. “You look perfect in anything babe” He grinned. You looked up and smiled, his words were touching. You didn’t really see where it was going, you thought he was just being friendly but he began to get closer, and this wasn’t a friendly kind of close. His face edged towards yours and you moved your head back quickly. “No, no Liam I love Louis” You gasped, realising what he was trying to do. Liam came closer again, ignoring your words. As soon as he did, the door burst open and Louis stood in distraught seeing Liam. Liam jumped back and you scrambled backwards onto the draws, gasping for breath. You felt the tears sting your eyes as you saw Louis’ face. You couldn’t hold them in and one by one they rolled down your cheeks. Louis’ didn’t understand why you were crying, after all it should be him. He slowly walked over to you. Liam managed to escape through the door quickly to avoid awkwardness. You felt Louis’ cold hand wipe away a stray tear from your cheek and you looked up. “What did he do?” He whispered worriedly. “N-nothing” You stuttered, all your emotions seemed to be taking over. “What was he trying to do?” Louis questioned quietly. Thinking of what could have happened, you pressed your eyes shut, burying your head into Louis’ chest. Louis pushed your head onto him, trying to comfort you by stroking your hair softly. “I’m gonna kill him” He threatened.
Niall: You had been on tour with the boys for a couple of months, it had been fun watching the concerts, going to parties and just being with your boyfriend Niall most of the day. You had just come back from a concert in Toronto and you were on the road again. You didn’t really mind travelling because it normally involved catching up on some much needed sleep. All of the boys except Zayn were in another world, fast asleep. Zayn had been sleeping earlier, as were you so it was pretty much just you and him. The tour bus pulled in at a service station, giving you time to go and get some drinks and snacks. Leaping up you were the first one off, followed by Zayn. Outside was pitch black, the air was icy and cold and you stood in your thin t-shirt shivering as you hobbled over to the store. Zayn kept close behind, but suddenly he grabbed your arm. “Here” He smiled, pulling off his thick sweater and placing it over your head. You grinned, finding it snuggly and warm. “Thanks Zayn” You whispered, as you both carried on to the shop. Walking inside you were met by bright lights and a smell of coffee. It was kind of relaxing. You quickly made your way over to the coffee machine, ordering a hot chocolate. Zayn stood at the other end of the shop, you felt kinda bad that he was only wearing a t-shirt, but hey he was being a gentleman. As your hot chocolate had finished making, you took it into your frosty cold hands and walked back out into the coldness. Zayn jogged out of the shop holding a bag and he was soon behind you again. “Y/N!” He whispered loudly. You turned around and he was directly in your face, it was kind of a shock. The tour bus was a few hundred meters away. “I’ve been wanting this for so long” He admitted, placing his bag onto the floor and moving your hair from your eyes. “Um Zayn” You mumbled uncomfortably. You had no idea what he meant, nor what he was doing. “What do you mean?” You asked quietly. “You, I want you” Zayn replied, moving his lips to your head and kissing it gently. “Zayn, um, I” You stuttered, trying to shift back. Without warning you heard Nialls voice from the darkness. “Oi!” He yelled, running over. Zayn glanced over to Niall worriedly, jumping back. “Uh, I, uh gotta go” Zayn stammered, grabbing his bag. You had no idea what on earth just happened, you stood in shock still clutching your drink. Niall took your free hand into his. “Are you okay princess?!” He asked in panic as he saw your worried face. “Zayn, I, uh, he” you replied in confusion. “I’ll sort it, he ain’t gonna come near you again” He warned, hugging you tightly. You felt safe now Niall was here. Lets just say being back on the tour bus was going to be.. awkward.
Zayn: You stood in the kitchen, making tea for yourself. You had decided to go to bed early and just watch films in bed, rather then stay downstairs with Zayn. He had invited over Harry and Louis for the night, they were going to have a Fifa tournament. You stirred the milk into your tea slowly, hearing the door creak a little behind you. You span around instantly, seeing Louis approach the doorway and walk to the cupboard. Your eyes met, it was awkward, everything to do with him was awkward nowadays, ever since you broke up with him. You hadn’t really spoke much, and that was why you didn’t want to be downstairs tonight. He pulled a glass from the cupboard, moving over to the sink and filling it with water. You carried on stirring your tea, cautiously watching what he was doing. Louis took a gulp of his water, clanging the empty glass into the sink and lifting his head up so his eyes met yours. You glanced down quickly and awkwardly back to your tea, noticing you had been stirring it for far too long. “Remember what we used to have” Louis suddenly broke the eery and awkward silence. You ignored him, placing the tea bags into the jar and fastening the lid. “I wish I still had it” Louis gulped. You felt a little guilty, you were the one who ended the relationship to be with Zayn. You sighed, resting your hands on the worktop with your back to him. You heard him step closer, you could feel his close presence behind you. “Don’t you?” He whispered, placing his hands onto your hips. You span around in defence, you suddenly wanted to get away. “Louis no, I told you a long time ago” You spat, trying to keep your voice low. Louis still stood close, resting his forehead on yours, you tried to shift away but his grip was too tight. “Louis hurry up its your go!” Niall yelled from the living room. Louis ignored it, still concentrating on you. You felt trapped and frightened. “Louis please” You sighed. “What the fuck Louis?!” Zayn yelled from the doorway as he ran in. He pulled Louis off you, throwing him to the floor roughly. You sighed in relief, grasping onto Zayn. “Get out!” He screamed, pointing at the door. Louis looked shocked, scared even. He quickly got to his feet and scrambled out the back door. You suddenly began to cry uncontrollably, you didn’t even know why, but Zayn pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay baby” He whispered as you sobbed.