There is no right or wrong way to experience grief. Just as there is no right or wrong way to write it. Everyone is different, each set of circumstances are different.
The point of this post is to show you how different people react in different ways, and give points on how you might write that, depending on your character and story.
Reactions to Grief
Numbness: Your character may go into auto-pilot and be unable to process the events that have unfolded.
Anger: This can be aimed at other people, at a Higher Being, or at nothing in particular.
Unsteady: Your characters may be unsteady. For example, unable to stop their voice from shaking or they may find it difficult to stand.
Focusing on Others: Your character may disregard their own feelings because they are so overwhelmed and instead concentrate on someone else’s well-being.
Seek out routines: Amid upheavals, your character may seek comfort in tasks that are familiar and “safe,” such as working, cleaning, making their bed, making absurd amounts of tea or taking a morning walk.
Pretending that Everything Is Okay: Grief is viewed as an emotion that should cease or be concealed once the funeral is over. So people mention the news in an offhand comment, then talk and laugh as if all is right with the world.
Denial: Some people deny the reality of death and convince themselves that the news is a joke or can’t be true.
Reactions from people surrounding your character:
People may avoid your character as they do not know what to say or simply can’t find the right words.
Some may even go as far as to cross the street when they notice your character approaching.
Even people that the character has known for years may act strange or standoff-ish, simply because they don’t know what to say.
On the other side of that, some people may be overly helpful and friendly.
It is not uncommon for estranged friends, family or others to suddenly reappear in a person’s life after they have experienced grief.
Either because those people want to offer their support and love or because they’re being nosy and they want to be kept up to date on the “drama”.
Most people will move on from the event fairly quickly if they weren’t emotionally invested.
Some people may even get annoyed at your character for still being upset weeks or months later.
When talking about the person they have lost:
Your character may recall a memory or tell a story about their loved one, these are possible reactions. (I have encountered all of them.)
Your character may being to cry or get upset at the thought of the person they have lost.
The person they are talking to may become awkward and avert eye contact when your character brings up the person they have lost.
Others may ask or tell your character to stop talking about the person they have lost. They may roll their eyes, cough awkwardly, or cut off your character mid sentences so that they can change the subject.
Some people may ask inappropriate questions about the circumstances in which the character’s loved one passed away. Depending on the personality of your character then may react differently.
Other things to note:
Grief is not constrained by time.
One of the main problems with grief in fiction is that a character is typically heartbroken for a couple scenes and then happy again. But grief does not evaporate because the world needs saving.
Allow your character to wrestle with their grief.
Your character may feel guilty. Your character may feel a twinge of guilt when they laugh or have a good time with someone else; when they do something to remind them that they’re alive, and their loved one isn’t.
Grief is a game changer. A previously outgoing character may withdraw and isolate themselves. Some people may take grief and/or bereavement as a sign that life is too short; they may make big decisions in an attempt to make themselves feel better and grow away from their pain.
Sometimes grief can help you find your purpose.
At first grief can be all consuming. It hurts and you can’t really control it. It may seem unrelenting. Eventually the grief will become easier to deal with, your character may find the days to be better, but that doesn’t mean that when the grief hits it doesn’t hurt any less.
For most people, grief never really goes away. “Sometimes you have to accept the fact that certain things will never go back to how they used to be.”
It is rare that a person will ever give a long speech about their feelings, a lot of people struggle to even find the words. But that’s okay. Show the reader how your character feels, rather than just telling them.
Don’t pause the plot to deal with the aspect of grief. This could overwhelm the readers and drag the pace down. In reality, life doesn’t just stop due to grief, the world keeps spinning and things still need to be done. Use the character’s grief as a backdrop for the story’s events.
Yes, grief affects the character’s day-to-day life, goals, and relationships. But it shouldn’t drive readers away or stagnate the story. Instead, should engage readers and produce empathy that keeps them turning pages.
You don’t need to tell your readers that everything will be fine. You don’t need to provide all of the answers.
“Skirting grief and treating it lightly is easy. But by realistically portraying it through a variety of responses and its lasting effects on the character’s life, readers will form a connection with your characters.“
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Hey, I have an idea for a Panic! fic, if you write them! The reader is getting roughed up by a guy and Brendon swoops in to protect her. Then he comforts her with whatever small/moderate injury she sustained. Again, idk if you write Urie fics, but in case you do :)
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„Where are you?“ You mumbled to yourself while you were waiting in the pouring rain for your boyfriend to arrive. You stood outside of the huge office building you were working at. Brendon had promised you this morning that he'd pick you up after your shift yet he was nowhere to be seen. The rain was cold and you were already freezing. Brendon was at the studio recording a new song he had been working on for at least two months, he constantly changed the lyrics. He was late 15 minutes by now and you were getting impatient. Going back into the office wasn't an option due to the doors already being locked. The sky was dark and it didn't look like it would stop raining anytime soon. You searched for your phone in your bag, taking a step to the right so the light from the lantern would help you find your phone. Unfortunately, with the step you took a man crushed into you.
You lost your balance and fell sideways, shielding yourself from hitting the ground with your elbows. Instead of asking if you were alright the brown haired guy just mumbled something about you being stupid. „Excuse me?“ You thought you misheard him, your voice grew louder catching the guys attention. „Yes excuse you, you were in my way, bitch. Can't help your stupid self when you're blocking the whole damn way.“ His tone was aggressive and attacking you with only his words. "Are you kidding me?" You asked him completely thrown off by his comment. "Do I look like I am?" His response wasn't what you hoped for so you prepared yourself mentally, ready to clap back at him. "Maybe you should watch your own step before you walk into people, idiot." You got back up on your feet, unfortunately, your outfit was ruined by the dirty rain on the ground. "What did you just call me?" The guy asked you in a provocative manner as if no matter what you'd say he would only get madder. "I called you an idiot, or do you prefer 'asshole'?" The fact that Brendon was late, you were drenched by the rain and that you were now fighting with a random guy only added fuel to the fire. Without a warning, the man lunged out and his fist met your nose.
You couldn't feel any pain in the first few seconds, however, you glanced up and saw Brendon pulling the guy away from you. Blood was squishing from your nose and you held your hand to collect the fluid in your hand. Brendon was about to hit the man brutally in the face but you caught his attention with a gasp, keeping him from making a mistake. The blood was not only flooding from your nostrils but down into your mouth. The iron taste was disgusting and you spit out the blood, trying to get the flavour out of your mouth. Brendon pulled the guy closer to him "Do that again and the next things you'll swallow are your own teeth." And with that he pushed him away, letting him go with a warning. Your boyfriend quickly turned around to you, his eyes widening. "Let me see." His fingers were softly pulling your hand away from your nose. "It isn't broken, but it's not looking great so let's get you home." You trusted his valuation and let him lead you to his car. His hair, shirt and jeans were just as soaked as yours were. The car ride home was quiet, you were holding a tissue to your nose the whole time. Your body was slowly calming down and the adrenaline was wearing off.
The first thing Brendon did when you both arrived at home was to put an ice pack on your swollen nose. You flinched and sat down on the closest chair in the kitchen while Brendon took a cloth and let it run under some cold water in the kitchen sink. He kneeled down in front of you and softly wiped the mess from under your nose. "I am truly sorry for being late. God, if I would have been on time this guy wouldn't have hit you. Look at your nose, it is my fault, y/n. I am so, so sorry." Brendon practically begged, however, you shushed him. Your voice sounded nasal yet it didn't stop you from explaining the situation "Listen, I was pissed and he pushed me, so I provoked him and as the result, I got hit. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was my fault, alright?" Brendon scoffed at your short description, shaking his head. "I was late because I wanted to finish the cords, I forgot the time. Babe, it's my fault you got pissed in the first place. I love you and hate seeing you hurt like this. I am so sorry. " It was impossible to be resentful when Brendon was kneeling in front of you, looking at you with his begging brown eyes and telling you how sorry he was. "Just promise me that next time you will at least text or call when you're late." Brendon's eyes lighted up and he got up to wrap his arms tightly around you. "I promise."
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He helps you with your insecurities about your acne / 5SOS Preferences
Requested: by hopelesslydevotedtomgc
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Luke: Every day you forced yourself through the same procedure, you'd get up, take a shower, put on clothes and do your makeup. The makeup part was the most crucial procedure for you. Ever since you were a teenager you'd have problems with acne, the other kids in school would make fun of you. You've heard everything anyone could come up with and the words had burned into your mind. 'Ugly' and 'disgusting' were yet the most harmless things you had endured. Kids could be cruel and not only did you have scars on your face but carried some in your soul as well.
„Hey, beautiful.“ Your boyfriend Luke wrapped his arms around your waist while you were getting ready for the birthday party of his brother Ben. You put on a smile as your glance met Luke's in the mirror, trying to get rid of all the horrendous names anyone had ever called you in your head. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. Luke never had a problem with your acne, he rather saw it as something sincere about you. You continued putting your concealer and foundation on, trying to cover up all the spots you despised so dearly. „Babe, you know I love you just the way you are. You don't need all of that makeup.“ Luke tilted his head a little, placing another kiss on your shoulder but a frown emerged on his forehead. „Luke, you know how I feel about this.“ You replied, patting some powder on your cheek trying not to sound too cold.
Your acne has always been a sensitive topic to talk about however, you knew Luke wasn't lying or making fun of you. Without a word, he placed his hands on your hips and turned you around to face him. He wrapped his fingers around yours, sliding the makeup brushes and powder out of your hands, placing it next to the bathroom sink. „Babe, you know how I see that. You are the most gorgeous girl I know. And I am serious, we all love you the way you are. You're like family to the guys already. Every single day I wake up and can't get over the fact how strong, smart and hilarious you are, how lucky I am. I am the luckiest man in the world and I would never want to change anything about you. You are such an unbelievably beautiful and marvellous person, on the inside as well as on the outside. The people telling you otherwise are blind, they're idiots. Never listen to anyone telling you different, okay? You are everything I could have ever wished for in this world.“ Luke's eye started glowing while smiling your favourite wry smile, easing the creases on your forehead.
Luke's words didn't heal you, they took the agony from the thoughts in your head. As if they eased the pain, you felt like you could breathe for the first time, like something had gotten off of your chest. A lovely smile emerged on your lips as well, he closed the space between you two and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You didn't know how to thank him, your feelings were overwhelming you. The kiss started to heaten up, Luke grinned and pulled slightly away. „Maybe we should get ready before we don't get out of the house at all.“ A chuckle escaped your lips, agreeing to his words by pecking his lips once more you took his hand to squeeze it. „Thank you.“ Your voice was nothing more than a whisper, Luke replied with a gorgeous smile.
Calum: Calum was in a meeting with the rest of the band so you decided to spend your time on your laptop. You were listening to a playlist of some new artists while opening a new tab and logging into your twitter account. While scrolling through your notifications you noticed some rude comments about you. 'Calum deserves so much better' or 'Why is no one talking about the disgusting acne on her face?' You were getting used to getting hate after you and Calum officially stated you were in a relationship, however, the last tweet bothered you more than you cared to admit.
That girl had hit you exactly where it hurt the most. You noticed the many retweets the tweet had, you opened it to see what others commented. 'you are so right' and 'how can Calum even see her every day without puking' were the first comments, you didn't have any fortitude left to read the remaining comments.
Reading these people's opinions let your heart drop to the ground. How could anyone say something that dreadful if they don't know you? Your acne has always been an emotional topic, Calum knew that and he had tried making sure that you wouldn't have to deal with these people on the internet. The screen in front of you went blurry as tears started building up in your eyes. More and more people got caught up in sending you hate, however, you didn't want to give them any satisfaction in knowing how much they were hurting you. It wasn't healthy at all but you kept on scrolling through the tweets and comments. Your mind filled up with hate towards yourself and what these people were pointing out about you. Every single remark let your blood boil and at the same time caused more and more tears streaming down your face.
The forgotten scar was torn open and bleeding more than ever, it was hard to stop reading hateful opinions when you started believing every single word. „Babe?“ Calum's voice filled the living room, you hadn't noticed him coming back. You didn't say anything, however, placed the laptop on the couch table. „Hello?“ Your boyfriend called out again, this time a sob escaped your lips. „The guys tried convincing me to go clubbing but I said I'd rather take yo-“ He interrupted his own sentence when he stepped into the living room, seeing you crying on the couch.
„Baby, what happened?“ Calum rushed to your side, glancing at you completely worried. You couldn't get a word out, suffocating sobs were your answer. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close to him. Your head was filled with toxic opinions about yourself and it felt impossible to ever get them out again. Calum glanced over to the laptop, seeing some of the tweets. „What..“ He was speechless when he read the first few comments. „Is this the reason you're that upset?“
It was no secret how angry Calum was by reading all these hateful tweets, you nodded since you weren't able to get out a word. He turned to the laptop, logging you out of your account and logging himself into his own. Calum started typing 'Stop hating on someone you don't even know, you are not aware of what the person is going through' and published the tweet as well. People started answering immediately but Calum closed the laptop. He turned around to you, wrapping his arms around you again.
„Don't believe them, please. You're perfect to me. They don't know you the way I do and they probably never will. They're jealous and I don't care, you shouldn't care either. If something like this happens again then tell me immediately. You're more important than a meeting. Trust me they'll face consequences, I will make sure of that. For now, I will spend the rest of the day with you, my girlfriend. I love you so much, no one will change that.“
He placed a kiss on your temple, the salty tears were drying on your cheeks. You knew he loved you, he was the light expelling your dark thoughts. „You've got me, babe. I will always be here“ You wrapped your arms around him tightly, holding him like this. It wasn't easy dealing with this topic but Calum handled it perfectly, you started feeling better about yourself, he didn't leave any room for doubts or hate. „This is difficult for you, I know, but believe me when I'm telling you that you are perfect the way you are.“ Calum had closed the wound in your soul once more, you thanked him with an affectionate kiss, no words were needed.
Ashton: „Babe, do you think we could order something for dinner?“ Ashton asked while you were busy texting your mum. „Hm, sure.“ You mumbled lost in thoughts, your boyfriend sat down onto the couch right next to you. Ashton and the guys just came back from tour and you had the idea to have a family dinner so you texted your mum, trying to find a date. „Would you like to have pizza?“ He asked, eyeing you up to your hands while your fingers were sweeping over the touchscreen, texting your mum to let her know you'd come over the next day for planning out details.
„Yeah, the usual, please.“ You replied not looking up from your phone. Ashton nodded, getting up from the couch he dialled the number from the delivery service. A knock on the door interrupted Ashton from calling the number, he moved to the door to open it. „Hey, guys!“ Ashton cheered when he saw his friends standing in front of him, he stepped aside letting his bandmates into your apartment.
A wave of shock circulated through your body when you heard their cheerful voices, you didn't expect anyone coming over. You weren't dressed properly or had put on makeup. „We brought some food, hope that's alright.“ Luke held up a few boxes of pizza, a wide grin on his face. „That's great, we already wanted to order something.“ Ashton was delighted about the coincidence but you weren't. The guys have never seen you without any makeup on before, they didn't care, however, you did.
You jumped off the couch, not caring whether you left your phone on the couch table or threw it on the couch. „Hey babe, look who came over.“ Ashton was visibly happy to see his best friends and pizza, your heart pounded through your chest as you faced the boys. The boys were smiling brightly but their smiles dropped when they noticed the look on your face as if you had just witnessed a felony. A moment of awkward silence filled the room until the anxiety got the best of you
„Hi. E-excuse me.“ The stuttered words left your mouth, your head was racing and the embarrassment let the anxiety grow inside of you. Ashton glanced at you, worry forming in his eyes as he noticed something was wrong. Fear took over you, moving your legs. The guys watched you running up the stairs to the bathroom, a loud thud signalising you had shut the door behind you. They wouldn't understand why you were reacting like this. A glance into the mirror and the tears which had build up in your eyes were falling down your cheeks.
It was all too much in that moment. All you were seeing in that moment was your face, red spots and scars all over it. This was the part you hated most about yourself. Acne has always been a battle you lost every single time you tried fighting it, so you had decided to cover it up with makeup. It has always worked, the world never saw your flawed face when you were outside with or without the guys. Ashton loved you with and without the makeup, he never cared about it.
A soft knock on the door tearing you back to reality. „Babe, it's me. Let me in.“ Ashton's soft pleading voice convinced you immediately, you unlocked the door for him. He slipped into the bathroom, seeing your tear stained face. „What is wrong?“ His eyes were filled with concern, however, Ashton didn't wait for your answer he pulled you into his warm embrace. The tears stained his shirt, you inhaled his scent to calm you down. „My face, the guys.“ Ashton placed his cheek on your head, hugging you tightly. He needed a moment but nodded when he understood. „Don't worry, baby. They are worried they did something wrong since you ran off without any explanation. You know they love you for who you are and so do I.“ A small smile played on your lips, he pulled away stroking your cheek with his thumb.
„Hey, y/n, we are really sorry.“ A voice from the other side of the door filled the silence. It was Michael, the others were probably standing there too. You opened the door, revealing the three guys standing behind the door. „It isn't your fault. I'll explain it to you when we'll eat the pizza you brought.“ Ashton placed a kiss on your scalp, showing you how proud he was about the courage you had to tell them about how you felt.
Michael: It was a summery Saturday, Michael and you decided to go shopping. His mother's birthday was on the following Friday so you came up with the idea of getting her a spa voucher instead of some flowers. Michael appreciated your idea a lot as well as the fact how great you came along with his parents. Every now and then you or Michael would stop by a store, strolling around until one of you either bought something or decided to continue ambling. That way you spent hours, enjoying each others company and simply having fun.
When you arrived at the store to buy the spa voucher, a blonde woman behind the counter smiled her professional smile at you, showing off her perfect white teeth. Her face was caked with makeup which immediately left a feeling of self-doubt and insecurity lingering in your chest. You only put on some mascara this morning, trying to achieve a rather natural look. It was no secret to you that your acne and its scars were visible, however, you hated the way it made you feel so insecure without covering every single spot on your face.
Seeing this woman had something intimidating, you suddenly felt irrelevant and horrid compared to her. Michael smiled politely at the woman, asking for a spa voucher. The blonde explained the different spa offers to your boyfriend. When Michael read through the flyer she handed him the woman shot you a quick condescending look without drawing your boyfriend's attention. You felt uneasy after she smiled back at Michael as if nothing happened.
„Babe, what do you think?“ Michael pointed to something on the flyer but the oh so familiar anxiety crept up in the darkest corners of your thoughts. You were having a difficult time concentrating on the different offers so you just nodded your head, mumbling absently „Sounds good to me.“ Michael immediately noticed how your voice and attitude had completely changed, he examined your facial expression. You faked a smile, not wanting to show and let the woman know how horrendous you really felt. Your boyfriend nodded to himself then glanced up at the blonde again. „I'd like to buy the third offer.“ He pulled out his wallet, paying with his card.
You let your eyes zoom out around in the shopping centre, regaining your attention as Michael slipped the voucher in one of the bags he had placed on the ground before. The both of you made your way back to his car, loading all of the bags into the trunk. You still hadn't said a word after leaving the blonde woman in that shop behind. Michael slipped into the driver's seat while you got in as well. He shook his head and let out a sigh. „Y/n, what's wrong? And don't say everything is alright. I've noticed something is off.“ Michael was serious and there was no way of getting out of this situation. A wave of mixed up emotions flushed through you and you were trying your hardest not to burst out in tears.
„The way she looked at me, Michael. She crushed my confidence with one single glance.“ Your voice broke off at the last two words. „Oh, baby.“ He wrapped his arms around your figure, pressing you to his chest. You knew exactly that he understood what you were talking about, as the tears were rolling down your cheeks he placed gentle kisses on your temple. „She is nothing compared to you, y/n. Nobody can compare to you. I love every single inch of your body and nothing or nobody can ever change that. It is a fact. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I don't care about any other girl on this planet except for you. I love you so much.“ He chose the words carefully but they were sincere coming straight from his heart.
Michael pulled slightly away, placing his hands on your tear stained cheeks and stroking the salty tears away. It felt like all the anxiety streamed out of your body, the love in your boyfriend's greenish eyes pierced through your own. „Thank you.“ Your shaky breath gave away your relief, a loving smile plastered on Michael's face. Before starting the engine of the car he pecked your lips, repeating again how much he loves you.
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He finds out you're extremely ticklish / 5SOS Preferences
Requested: by anon
words: 1880
Luke: You were sitting on the couch watching Game of Thrones when you heard Luke coming back from a meeting with the band and the manager. "Hey babe, I am back home." The stress from the meeting was visible on his face, it made your chest feel heavy. Luke stepped over to the couch you were comfortably sitting on and pecked your lips. "Are you okay?" Your voice was quiet when you carefully asked him. His eyes caught your gaze and his face softened immediately. "I am alright. The meeting didn't go as planned because someone changed the location and we were late." While wrapping an arm around you Luke placed a tender kiss on your temple. His body was warm, you cuddled up in his embrace and felt his tense muscles relaxing.
Moments like these were your favourite ones, nobody but you and Luke mattered in this moment. In fact, the both of you continued watching the episode on TV until you noticed Luke's hands wandering from your hip up to your arm. Your heartbeat increased immediately and before you knew what was happening your boyfriend had you lying on the couch laughing and screaming while he was sitting on top of you tickling you. "S-stop!" You'd yell during chuckling but it was for no use, he'd continue no matter what. "L-Luke, I can't bre-" You got cut off by your own laughing and Luke seemed to enjoy this situation a little too much.
Something glistened in his bright eyes as he stopped after you almost landed on the ground trying to get away from him. It was your favourite smile which was spreading on his lips, so contagious it was impossible not to smile right back at him. "I didn't know you were that ticklish. " Luke said in a cocky voice and tilted his head at you letting you sit up again. "Well, at least it cheered you up." Luke's mood had changed and it affected you in a positive way, he pulled you closer crushing his lips on yours.
Calum: "Hey y/n." The guys greeted you as you waited by the stage for them to finish their soundcheck before the show. You felt nauseous and your head was dizzy, hands sweaty as you held on one of the drum kits next to you. Luke tilted his head to Calum and pointed in your direction. You set up a smile and waved to reassure everything was alright, even though it was obvious you didn't feel great at all. Before anyone could say something you left the side stage to go back to the tour bus.
A cup of your favourite tea and a few blankets and you'd be alright again. Your knees felt like pudding so you were glad when you finally reached the bus, entering it you noticed you were alone. As you waited for the water to boil Calum opened the door, climbing into the bus his eyes looking for you. "Y/n? Are you okay?" His voice was soft as he found you pouring tea into a cup. You nodded and let out a sigh. "I am just feeling a little sick, that's all." Calum frowned when he heard your croaky voice. He stepped over to the bunk the two of you shared, holding the cup of tea for you. You curled up when you laid down sinking into the mattress. Calum bit his lower lip and decided to get you more blankets until you didn't feel too cold like before.
"Do you want me to stay with you?" He asked, you completely forgot about the concert. "No, don't disappoint your fans. I will take a nap, you go." You smiled up at him, Calum wasn't sure what to do but after you convinced him five times nothing would happen to you. Eventually, you did fall asleep until you could feel someone laying down next to you. Calum kissed your forehead as he wrapped his arms around your figure. "Hey, beautiful." He whispered, putting a sleepy smile on your face. "Do you feel any better?" Calum was still worried about your wellbeing but your eyes remained closed, you only nodded and managed to hum in approval due to the fact you were exhausted. Calum smiled softly at your response and you two cuddled up in the small bunk.
An idea popped into his head, his hands were suddenly everywhere wherever you could possibly be ticklish. Your eyes shot open wide, your laugh echoed through the bus and you heard the other guys chuckling. "No no no no no!" You laughed hysterically catching everyone's attention immediately. Calum burst out laughing along with the rest of the guys, the exhaustion you felt before was gone thanks to your boyfriend.
Ashton: Michael, Luke, Calum and you just arrived at Luke's apartment after a concert with a few bags of takeaway Chinese. While the guys were getting comfortable on the couch you were too nervous to eat something. You were constantly watching your phone making sure you wouldn't miss a message or call from your boyfriend Ashton. He had to leave immediately after the concert because his mother had called him however, he didn't text nor call yet and you were getting worried something might've happened.
The rest of the guys were chatty, talking about something funny that happened on stage that night. „And then this guy tried to throw-“ Luke started but immediately stopped talking once he saw you staring at your phone. „Y/n, what's wrong?“ Luke asked in a worried tone, the rest of the guys tried not to stare at you. „Oh, everything's alright.“ You lied, trying to cover up the worry and torture of not knowing what was going on. „He will call.“ Calum reassured with a soft smile and he earned an agreeing 'Mhm' from the other guys.
Something about this made you feel a little better, knowing that they were right you decided to eat at least a bit. While everyone was quiet and busy with their food, Michael put his takeaway box with the Chinese noodles on the couch table. He stepped over to you, sitting down next to you he placed his hand on your shoulder. Michael has always been to you like a brother, you've known him since kindergarten and he knew how you felt, you could never lie to him. „I am sure everything is okay.“ His soft voice calmed you a little and you inhaled deeply. Before you managed to say something else his hands found the one spot he knew you're the most ticklish.
A loud hysterical chuckle escaped your lips, surprising the guys sitting on the couch. You continued laughing while trying to turn away from Michael but it was for no use, he got you curled up and breathless. „Guys, what are you doing?“ Ashton's was surprised as he saw you all having fun. Michael let go of you and high-fived his friend Ashton. „Did you know y/n was that ticklish?“ Calum chuckled and Ashton stepped over to sit down next to you, a grin plastered on his face. „No, I didn't“ He replied, wrapping his arm around you.
„Is everything alright?“ You asked, a slight hint of worry in your voice which Ashton noticed immediately. „My mum is sick and I went to the doctor with her, she'll get better. No worries, babe.“ He leaned over to kiss your temple and you nodded, glad it was nothing too serious. „I am starving. Did you even leave anything for me?“ Ashton joked as he saw his bandmates enjoying their food. Now you could finally relax and enjoy the rest of the evening.
Michael: „Y/n, would you also finish these papers? I need them for a meeting tomorrow.“ Your boss loaded a stack of paper on your desk. It was 4.49 pm and you were supposed to be out of the office by 5 however, you wouldn't make it getting out on time. An annoyed sounding sigh left your lips as you started with the first paper. You were lost in work and determined to get everything done before you'd leave. Most of the coworkers were leaving or had already left, it was 6.33 pm when you glanced at the time displayed on your computer screen. It seemed like the papers never ended but around 7.40 pm you finished the last one. The anger you had felt made room for exhaustion and it didn't take you long to pack your stuff and leave the office.
To your surprise the sun was already gone, a light pink faded into a vibrant violet above your head. You needed 15 minutes to drive home, Michael's car stood in the parking lot when you parked yours. The fact that your boss forced so many papers on you let your anger boil in your blood once more. It has always been you, the one working extra hours without any payment and yet you received no respect from your boss. Unlocking the door you dropped your bag on the ground, not caring to hide how pissed you actually were.
„Babe?“ You heard Michael shouting from the kitchen. The smell of pizza filled your nostrils and you stepped into the kitchen, your boyfriend pulled out a sheet with pizza on it out of the oven. „Hi.“ Your voice rather quiet, Michael turned around to you pulling you into a tight embrace. „I was starting to get worried.“ He mumbled, the exhaustion spread through your body once again as you started relaxing in his arms. „My boss gave me extra work and I had to get it done.“ It was no secret to your boyfriend how often you were given extra papers to work on despite your working time. The look on his face softened, his arms still around you when you pulled away from the hug.
„I'm just completely tired and starving.“ Michael's face lightened up when you said you were hungry. „I made pizza with your favourite toppings.“ A smile spread on your face, you were more than thankful for such a caring and loving boyfriend. Your boyfriend's hands slowly crept down to your waist, a place you were extremely ticklish. A yelp escaped your lips when Michael pressed his fingers softly into your sensitive skin. His eyes widened, you weren't sure if it was fear or surprise. „Babe, what was that?“ He asked, his eyes locked with yours. „I am just ticklish.“ You answered and Michael raised an eyebrow. You knew exactly what this meant.
His hands were on either side of your waist, trying to tickle you. A loud giggle echoed through the room as a response to him tickling you. „Michael, stop.“ You laughed out loud and he stopped with a huge grin on his face. „Let's have some dinner before I accidentally kick you. Trust me, that happened to the last person tickling me.“ Michael raised his hands in defence, the grin on his face let you forget about the anger and extra hours you worked today. „Let's have dinner then.“
“Hello babe, it’s lunch time here in Australia and for you it’s middle of the night. I miss you so much, I hope you know that. See you soon xx”
Liam:
“Sweetheart, you won’t guess where I am right now! The Eiffel tower is quite big and so is the distance between us but I wish you a good night and sleep tight <3″
Niall:
“Oh my god we’re in Italy!! And here’s so much piiiiizzaaaa! Can’t wait to get home and see you, only a few more shows and the Europe tour is over. I love ya! <3″
Zayn:
“Hi Boo,you know I hate it to be without you...a few more weeks and I’m home. Love you so much and good night x <3 “
Louis:
“Belgium is amazing, just like their chocolate! I bought you your favourite and I hope it’ll taste just how you love it ;) see you soon babe, night and sleep well x”
I tried my best :’/ I know that Liam’s and Zayn’s are longer than the others.
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Harry: You were in the shopping centre with your boyfriend Harry. Everything was great until people started to recognize you and Harry,so you quickly made your way out of the shopping centre mumbling ‘Oh god, help!’ Fans were screaming yours and Harry’s name now. It wasn’t long until Paul was there to pick you both up, saving you from the crowd of screaming teenagers.
Liam: It was one of those days where Liam was the whole day in the studio,so you were alone at home and your depressions had come back,worse than the last time. You used to cut until you met Liam and eventually you stopped,but now you couldn’t think of anything else than relief. ‘Only one cut.’ You thought to yourself,holding the razor in your hand as you cut your wrist,but it was too deep,it didn’t want to stop bleeding. You were lying on the ground, unable to move. ‘Help !’ you screamed,getting dizzy. ‘Babe ? (y/n) !!!’ He shouted as he saw you,rushing over to you as you blacked out.
Niall: ’ Help ! We are stuck in an elevator !’ you shouted,hoping that someone would hear. Niall’s Claustrophobia got worse and he started to panic. ‘Breath slowly in and breath slowly out’ you told him and breathed with him. You rubbed his back in circles and waited in the elevator. Suddenly there’s was a loud thud and the elevator started to move again.
Zayn: It was a rainy day and it was in the middle of the night. Zayn and you were visiting his family and he was driving you both home. You were tired but he managed to keep you awake by making you laugh. He didn’t pay attention to the road for only one second when a bright light and a loud noise was the last thing you could see. When you opened your eyes you were lying on the road,Zayn a few metres away from you. ‘Zayn ?’ You asked,crawling over to him,noticing he wasn’t breathing. You started to cry and screamed ‘HELP ! PLEASE HELP!’ and the ambulance arrived by now.
Louis: He threw you over his shoulder. ‘Help !’ you yelled,laughing. He started to tickle you and you laughed even harder,trying to get yourself free from his grip but he was too strong. You could barely breath anymore,your stomach was already sore and Louis was laughing along with you and eventually let you down. It gave you the chance for revenge and you tickled him down to the floor.
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Sorry if there are some mistakes but I’m from Germany. Anyways, Happy Birthday Zayn. You were at home and today was Zayn’s Birthday. He had to work in the studio today so you had a bit time to plan everything. The boys would go to Nandos with him or something, Liam said he would text you when they are finished. Zayn thought you had to work,so he would be more surprised when he came home. You decorated the house with balloons and party stuff until you got a text from Liam. 'He will be at home in 15 mins.' Said the message. It was already 5pm. You got suddenly quite excited and changed into a Black dress instead of Jeans. As you heard his car parking,your heart started to beat even faster. He opened the front door and closed it. “Babe, are you at home ? Your car is in the garage.” He yelled and looked around,surprised because of the decoration. You walked to him and hugged him immediately. “Happy Birthday Zayn” He gave you a warm smile. “Thank you Boo. But I thought you have to work today ?” He said. You grinned and shrugged ” I planed something for you.” And with that you pulled Zayn to his car and drove off with him to The London Eye. “We live in London and we never visited The London Eye.” You said as you parked the car and got out. As you were on top of the giant Ferris wheel, it stopped. You took a picture of London by night and a picture of you both. You stared in his eyes and on top of the big wheel,you shared a beautiful kiss before it started moving again. When you’d get home,the boys and his family were waiting for you both to celebrate his birthday.
