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Hello, Lovelies! Someone requested to me that I do a pregnancy series, and the first part is here! I hope you enjoy it. My friend told me babies are the future. 

- Chrissy

Master List

Part 2

Harry:

                Harry had always loved kids. You knew this when you were just a fan, just a friend, and throughout your entire romantic relationship. So you knew that when you got married that kids were in your future, and now that you and Harry have been married for three years, you thought it was time to bring up the topic.

                You were worried, though, because you had thought that Harry would be the one to bring it up, and you had predicted he would do it before your one year anniversary.

                But he hadn't, and you felt like it was time; you were ready to become a mother.

                You thought about waiting for Harry to get home from tour before telling him that, but then it would just take longer after he came back.

                You knew you would lose your nerve several times before you could even utter the words, "I want a baby," and right now, at this moment, you were feeling very confident.

                You knew he would say, "I do, too."

                So you called him on Skype, sitting in the middle of your king size bed in your pajamas.

                "Hello, Love!" he shouted once his face came on the screen.

                You smiled at his enthusiastic greeting before returning it, "Evening, Love. Or should I say good afternoon?"

                He chuckled, "Yeah. It's afternoon here, and yes; I haven't left the hotel yet."

                "I can see that," you said, referring to his obvious lack of clothing.

                "I'm not naked, technically. I'm still wearing underwear."

                You shook your head at him, but couldn't help the smile on your lips.

                "So..." Harry began, pushing some of his curls back from his face, "what did you want to talk about?"

                And cue the nervousness.

                "Um..." you looked away from the camera, "what makes you think I called for a specific reason...?"

                "By the way you're acting, Love," his dimples surfaced. "You act as if I haven't been with you for eight years now."

                That's true. He knew a lot about you, and you were stupid to think he wouldn't catch on if you backed out now.

                You let out a sigh, "Well...the truth is...um...how do you feel about...having a baby?"

                Your husband's green eyes widened at your question, and he leaned back from the camera a little bit, "Why? Are you pregnant...?"

                "No," you shook your head, furrowing your brows. "We used a condom last time, remember?"

                "I know, but they're only so effective..." he pointed out with a sigh."So what brought on the question?"

                "I'll tell you after you answer it," you grinned, crossing your arms over your chest.

                "Well, Y/N, you know how I feel about kids," he said with a smile, "and of course I would love to have a few..."

                "So what about now?" you perked up, feeling positive about the way this conversation was going.

                He laughed at how excitable you were, "For one thing, Love, I'm not home. We can't exactly make a baby over the internet, and second, are you sure? I mean...I don't want you to do anything you don't feel ready for or..."

                He trailed off when he saw you shake your head, "I'm ready, Harry. I want to start a family with you...I'm just worried you think it's too early."

                "Y/N," he let out a soft chuckle, letting his shoulder slouch, "I've wanted a child with you before we were even married. I've been ready for a long time, and I knew you wanted to enjoy our time together before we added someone else to the equation. That's why I never brought it up. I didn't want you to feel pressured into it, so I ask you again. Are you sure?"

                "I'm positive," you said, staring into his serious eyes.

                "Great! We'll get started as soon as I get home," he exclaimed, a grin plastered to his face. "And you couldn't have picked a better time to be ready, either! Perrie and Zayn are expecting, and I'll be having a long break after this tour...It'll be great! You'll have the smoothest, easiest pregnancy...

                You smiled at him. He was being too cute about the whole situation.

                "...and we'll love them so much. You're going to be an amazing Mummy, and...Oh, God. I'm so happy. I love you so much, and I really want to kiss you right now...Well, I want to do more than that right now, but..." he winked at you before his expression turned somber. "I'm serious, Y/N. I am so in love with you...and to think we're going to have a baby, another tie between us."

                Your lips curved at his words as a blush settled on your cheeks, "I love you, too, Harry, and I'm really glad this conversation made you so happy."

                "You have no idea, Y/N. My heart is literally filled with so much joy. I have to be the luckiest man on earth to have you for a wife."

Liam:

                "Hey, Y/N?" Liam asked out of the blue, pausing in his play with your hair.

                "Yes?" you angled your head up to look at him, your eyes leaving the enticing words on the pages in your hands.

                "Why don't we have a baby?"

                "Oh...well...are we honestly ready for that, Babe? I mean...we've only been married a little over a year..."

                Your words had broken his heart into pieces; you could tell when you looked into those watery, brown eyes of his, but instead of apologizing or telling him you'd think about it to soften the blow, you turned back to your book, effectively ending an important conversation.

                When it was time to sleep, Liam still held you close against him, spooning you from behind, and it killed you. You knew you had hurt him earlier...but he didn't hold a grudge.

                You were up all night, thinking seriously about having a baby, and within minutes, you realized your answer had been completely unwarranted.

                How could you tell Liam that you weren't ready when you hadn't considered the prospect of having a baby? Well, that wasn't exactly true. You had thought about children plenty of times during your relationship, but it was all before you got married.

                What would be wrong with having a baby now?

                Having a baby with Liam would be a great experience. You two were hopelessly in love with one another, and you were both at a stable point in your careers.

                You could imagine them, too. A baby with Liam's expressive chocolate eyes and beautiful brown hair...They'd have his goofy grin that could light up any room...

                God, he deserved this. Liam deserved a baby, and you knew you wanted to have one with him.

                You had to apologize to him for how irrational you had been. You had to explain to him that you hadn't had a chance to stop and think about how perfect a modest family of three would be.

*****

                You smiled to yourself as you flipped another pancake.

                The shower had stopped upstairs, telling you that Liam would be down any minute, looking for you and breakfast.

                You put the last pancake on the serving platter before turning off the stove. The platter was added to your kitchen island where plates of bacon, fruit, yogurt, sausage, and eggs sat among jugs of various juices as well as milk.

                This was your apology breakfast, which you only whipped up when you felt guilty after a fight. Liam would know the moment he laid eyes on it that you felt bad about last night, and he'll bring up the topic of having a baby again...

                This time you'd tell him how you really felt.

                "Do I smell...bacon...?" Liam questioned from the stairs before rounding the corner and entering the kitchen through the dining room.

                "Yes, you do," you smiled over your shoulder, reaching up to get two dishes.

                "What's all this...?" his eyes widened at the spread of food on the counter before he turned to look at you. "You're apologizing."

                Your smile faded as you handed him a plate, "Yes. I am...I'm apologizing for the way I responded to your question last night...the one about trying for a baby?"

                "Oh..." he rubbed the back of his neck, "you don't have to apologize. You were just stating your opinion..."

                "I know, but I did it in a harsh way," you sighed, serving him some of the scrambled eggs. "We should've talked about it...and I just ignored you."

                You felt something soft on your forehead and looked up in time to see Liam pull away with a smile, "It's okay, Love. You're obviously right; we aren't ready to have a child."

                You bit your bottom lip, "I don't want to be right..."

                He was just about to sit down when you uttered those words, and he paused, his butt hovering over the stool, "You don't want to be right...?"

                You sat down on the stool next to him, putting your plate down on the granite, "No...I don't. I thought about it, Liam...and I realized I want to have a baby with you."

                "Now?"

                "Yes. Now," you smiled at him, taking his free hand in yours, "I couldn't stop thinking about how happy the three of us would be...and I realized that the timing was excellent for a pregnancy...so..."

                A smile had stretched his lips further and further at each would you said, "So...we're going to do this? We're going to have a baby together?"          

                "Yes, Love," you beamed. "We're going to have a baby."

                Liam scooped you up in his arms and danced around the room with you before pressing a loving kiss on your lips, "I love you so, so, so much."

                "I love you, too," you replied, giving him a passionate kiss of your own.

                "So when do we start?" he breathed against your lips once you two parted.

                "Right now?"

                "Sounds good to me."

Louis:

                "Louis?"

                "Hmm?" he hummed against your chest.

                You smiled at him, running your fingers through his sweaty hair, "Why don't we ditch the condom next time?"

                His head shot up, and his wide eyes met yours, "What?"

                Your hand resumed playing with his small waves, "Well..." you blushed, looking away, "that was kind of my way of asking you if we could try..."

                "Try...?" he questioned, resting his chin back down on your chest.

                "Try for a...baby," you finished, avoiding his gaze.

                There was a long, heavy silence before Louis finally whispered, "You want a baby?"

                You nodded, looking down at him, "I do. We've been together for seven years now, and for two of those years we've been married..."

                "But are you sure, Y/N?" he questioned, rolling off of you. "Babies take a lot of work and care. Trust me. Being one of seven, I know."

                "I think it's worth it, honestly," you smiled, turning your head to look at your husband. "Making a living person out of love, giving new life and raising it. There's something magical about that, Louis, and I want to be a part of it."

                "But we still have our whole lives ahead to do that, Love," he frowned, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze. "I like it just being the two of us. We can do whatever we want. We can sleep in and not have to worry about a baby crying or being hungry. We can make love without having to worry if a child is going to walk in and be scarred for life. We can eat out and go to parties without worrying about our children or hiring a babysitter."

                "I know it's a change," you didn't like the way this conversation had went. You thought Louis would be thrilled to start a family with you, "but please consider it..."

                "Alright," he gave you a small smile before pecking your lips. "I love you."

                "I love you, too."

*****

                "So...has he changed his mind yet?"

                "No...I don't think so," you replied, looking down at the surface of the wooden table. "It's been almost six months, and I haven't brought it up again, either."

                Y/F/N frowned, "Have you tried asking Johanna for advice?"

                "I asked her and my own mum," you sighed, bringing a hand to your forehead. "I just don't know what to do. What if he never wants to have a baby?"

                She shook her head, "I doubt he won't ever want a baby, Y/N. He loves you so much, and if he knows that a baby will make you happy, he'll eventually give in."

                You looked down, trying to feel the least bit hopeful.

                Y/F/N reached across the table and patted your hand, "It'll be okay, Love. Just give him a bit more time. If he doesn't bring it up within the next couple of weeks, I think you should sit him down for another talk. You've given him enough time to think about it."

                You nodded.

                "And cheer up, Y/N! Enjoy your newlywed life before it ends," she smiled.

                She left soon after that, saying she had to go pick up her son from daycare, and Louis came home an hour later, your new Chocolate Labrador puppy trailing behind him.

                When P/N saw you, his tail wagged like crazy, and before you could prepare yourself for his weight, he jumped on top of you, giving you kisses.

                "Hey, Baby," you cooed, kissing his nose and holding him in your arms. "How was the vet?"

                "Good. He's healthy," Louis gave you a smile as he sat down next to you, "and he really loves you."

                "You think?" you asked, holding him back from your face to stop the onslaught of kisses.

                "Look at him. He adores you," he chuckled softly, leaning his elbow on the back of the couch.

                You cradled the tiny pup in your arms, giving him your finger to teeth on. Louis was still staring at you with the gentlest of smiles on his face.

                "What?" you nervously chuckled.

                "You look like a mum," he whispered, meeting your gaze.

                "Oh..." you looked down at P/N.

                "Y/N, believe it or not, I have been thinking seriously about making you one," he scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around you.

                You looked up at him, shocked, "Really?"

                He nodded, "I didn't realize how beautiful parenthood must be until we got this little guy. The way you act with him...I just...I can't help picturing a baby in your arms," he looked into your eyes with his teal ones. "I want to have a baby with you, Y/N, and I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it."

                "Oh, Louis..." you felt the tears spill over, running down your cheeks.

                "Don't cry, Love. Come on," he grinned against your temple before pressing a kiss there. "We'll be having plenty of that once baby Tomlinson arrives."

Niall:

                "Aunt Y/N! Uncle Niall!" both kids shouted when they opened the door to see you and your husband.

                "Hey, G/N, B/N!" he squatted down, opening his arms wide for them.

                They both ran into his chest, wrapping their tiny arms around his shoulders.

                "How are you two?" Niall asked as they stepped back to look at him.

                "I lost my first tooth!" B/N exclaimed, opening his mouth and pointing to a gap between his baby teeth.

                "Oh, wow, B/N!" you leaned down to look for yourself. "Did the Tooth Fairy come?"

                "Uh-huh!" he nodded. "She gave me ten pounds!"

                "Ten pounds?" Niall chuckled, looking up at you. "I was lucky if I got three."

                You giggled at the truth, "Well, I think the Tooth Fairy is more generous towards good boys."

                "Are you saying I'm a bad boy?" he gave you a cheeky grin before straightening up to his full height.

                "Who's at the door?" you friend called from inside the house as she made her way to the front door. "Oh, you guys are here early."

                "Yeah. Sorry about that, Y/F/N," you gave her a small smile. "Niall wanted to beat traffic...and when we got on the road, we didn't hit any..."

                Y/F/N laughed, gesturing for you to come inside, "It's okay. Y/F/H/N is finishing the packing for me while I cook dinner for the kids."

                "Can I help?" you offered, but before Y/F/N could answer, her daughter spoke up.

                "You can't, Y/N! You promised you would play house with me!" she protested, crossing her arms over her chest.

                "You're right, but we have the whole weekend to play, and your mother could use some help..." you met Y/F/N's eyes. "Maybe you can help, too?"

                G/N's face visibly brightened at the suggestion, "Okay!"

                "B/N and I will go play some football while it's still light out," Niall told you, pecking your cheek. "Okay?"

                "Ew!" B/N exclaimed, sticking out his tongue in disgust. "Why do you always kiss her, Uncle Niall?"

                Niall shook his head, messing up B/N's brown hair, "Because I love her, and she's my wife."

                "Still..."

                Niall let out a chuckle, "You'll understand when you're older."

                "I don't want to," B/N declared before running off ahead of Niall. "Ew."

                Niall sent you a smile and a "Love You" before heading after him, "Wait up, B/N!"

*****

                When dinner was made, your friend and her husband bid you, Niall, and the kids goodbye, promising to be home tomorrow at about eighteen o'clock.

                Dinner was delicious, considering you and G/N were there to assist Y/F/N in preparing it. The boys both had three helpings while you and G/N were stuffed to the point you couldn't eat another bite. After cleaning up with help from the kids, you coaxed them into the bathtub, one after the other.

                Niall helped B/N out, and you stayed with G/N during her bath. They picked out their own pajamas and got dressed quickly because Niall had promised a movie and popcorn.

                It was fun babysitting the kids. They were joys to behold, even when they were babies, and Niall always loved them, even though he wasn't too close with Y/F/N and her husband until after she had B/N.

                G/N and B/N loved Niall, too. He was their favorite, fun uncle, and whenever your friend needed a weekend away with her husband, she'd ask you to come over and watch them. Honestly, it was no trouble at all, if the two of you weren't busy, and Niall loved seeing the kids.

                He was great with them, and you knew he would make a great father someday...whenever that day came.

                "The movie's over," Niall whispered beside you, bringing you from your thoughts.

                "And they're both asleep," you grinned, looking down at the two bodies that were cuddling into your side. "They're so cute..."

                "I know..." his lips curved up into a crooked smile. He stared at them for a few moments before his smile faded. "I want one."

                "What?" your eyes widened.

                He looked up at you, his eyes staring into yours, "I want one. I want a child."

                You didn't know what to say. You were overjoyed that he wanted to have a baby with you, but at the same time, you wondered why he suddenly decided this.

                "I know that kind of came out of nowhere," he looked at B/N who was resting his head on Niall's chest, "but I've been thinking about it since the last time we saw Theo," his gaze returned to you. "We've been married for two years now, and if you're ready, I am, too."

                "Niall, do you have any idea how happy you just made me?" you asked, your grin wide enough to reach your ears.

                He beamed, "Judging from the look on your face, pretty happy."

                "I'm over the moon happy," you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

                "Now you know how I feel everyday I'm with you."

Zayn:

                You were sitting inside Zayn's parents' home, enjoying a cup of tea with your mother-in-law at the kitchenette when it all started.

                Zayn left for tour that morning, and you and your mother-in-law had seen him off. His sisters were out, either on holiday or hanging out with their friends, so it was just you and her in the spacious house.

                "So...Y/N. When can I expect some grandchildren?"

                You nearly choked on your tea, "P-Pardon?"

                "You and Zayn have been married for over a year and a half now, so I was wondering if I would be seeing any little ones running around soon..."

                Any daughter-in-law would feel pressured by her words, but you didn't. If anything, they made you think.

                You hadn't even considered children, and Zayn had never brought it up.

                It wasn't that you didn't want them...they just weren't currently on the top of your priority list. You and Zayn still acted like newlyweds, he had his tour, and you had your career to think about...Was now the right time to be thinking about this?

                "I don't know," you answered honestly, crossing your legs under the table. "Zayn hasn't really brought up children, even while we were dating..."

                "So...you two don't want any kids? I mean, it's your decision, but honestly, children are a joy. I had and raised four, and I can't imagine life without them," she had said with a genuine smile.

                "I don't think that's really the case. Zayn and I just never talked about it. I always assumed we would because it technically is expected with marriage, but..." you shrugged, tapping the side of your mug with your nails. "I don't think now would be the best time. Zayn just left for tour, and work is really busy for me right now...On top of it all, Zayn and I still feel like we just got married."

                She nodded at your explanation, "You're absolutely right. You shouldn't rush these things, and I didn't mean anything by it when I asked. I was just curious..."

                You nodded with a smile, "Thanks, Mum."

                "No problem, Love. Now, would you like some more tea?"

*****

                That was two months ago, and you couldn't stop thinking about it.

                Babies were suddenly everywhere.

                A coworker of yours announced she was pregnant while another one had invited you to her baby shower. When you walked down the London streets, you saw tons of babies in their strollers, and now, when you walked passed a baby boutique, you stopped and looked in the window for a while.

                You knew all of these things had been happening and existing around you for forever, but after the conversation you had with your mother-in-law, you were no longer blind to them.

                Zayn had noticed it, though. When he came home for a week break from tour with the other lads, he had taken you out for lunch.

                On your way back home, you passed a store called Rock-a-Buy. It was a cute little store, selling baby furniture and toys. You had stopped, as you always did, and peered in, looking at all the trinkets.

                Zayn, who had been holding your hand, came to a halt, too, and followed your gaze, "A baby store?"

                You nodded with a smile, pressing a hand to the glass, "I just find the things people buy for their babies adorable. See that rattle? Isn't it beautiful, the way the decorated it with that blue bow?"

                Zayn looked you to the rattle and back, "Do you want to go in?"

                You were shocked by the sudden question.

                You had never been into one of these stores except when you had to buy a baby shower gift for your coworker.

                "We don't have to," you gave him a small smile. "I just like admiring..."

                "Well, you can't see everything from the window," he chuckled before leading you to the door and opening it.

                Your husband had walked around in that store with you, loving how ecstatic you were with every toy and accessory. It was like you were shopping for your baby, and Zayn found himself growing fond of the idea.

                Your baby.

                "Do you want one?" he has asked suddenly, taking you off guard.

                You looked at him, a teddy bear in your hands, "A teddy bear?"

                He laughed, shaking his head, "No. A baby."

                "A baby?" you repeated, your eyes widening.

                "Yes," he grinned, taking one of your hands in his and bringing it up to his lips, "A baby."

                You glanced around the store, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the question.

                Did you want a baby?

                Well, you had been hypersensitive towards anything that was baby-related...

                Your eyes found Zayn's brown ones again, and your lips curved up, "Yes...I do. Do you want one?"

 Sorry it took me so long, but this is a request for a beach/pool party themed one. It's very fitting for the end of the summer...well, for me at least. Enjoy!

- Chrissy

Master List

Harry: ...You Get a Concussion.

                "Prepare for defeat, Mr. Styles," you chuckled as you threw the white ball from hand to hand.

                Harry just rolled his eyes as he got ready to receive your serve.

                You threw the ball up into the air and hit it over the net. You watched it hit the sand in front of Harry's feet.

                You smirked at him, seeing that he was in the correct position to send it back over, but he had been a little off in estimating where the ball was going to land.

                "Twenty-one pounds on Y/N," Niall said to Liam while flipping over a hot dog on the grill.

                "No chance, Niall. There is no way I am placing a bet on Harry!" Liam exclaimed, walking off with a bag of crisps in his hand.

                Harry turned around, "Thanks guys. Real supportive."

                "You know we love you, Mate!" Liam shouted before putting another handful of crisps in his mouth.

                Harry stuck his tongue out at him before facing you once again. He had thrown the ball back on your side of the court, and it was still your serve.

                "Ready, Harry?" you asked, getting in position.

                He nodded, squatting down and gesturing with his hands for you to "bring it on."

                "Well...how about we make this interesting?" you asked, straightening your body. "Niall and Liam were going to make a bet, so why don't we? If you're sure you're going to win, bet on yourself."

                "Fine," Harry brought his sunglasses down from his curly locks to cover his eyes. "If I win, you have to do whatever I want, and if you win, I'll do whatever you want. Deal?"

                "Deal," you nodded with a smile before throwing up the ball. "Serve's up!"

*****

                Twenty minutes later, you were killing Harry. There was no way he was going to win unless he suddenly became a professional in the next few seconds.

                The ball was in his court, since you were blinded by the sun after it came out from behind the clouds. Harry had been so pleased when the ball had hit the sand in your court that he was quick to point it out. Figuring you were going to win no matter what he tried, you let him have the ball.

                "Here it is, Y/N!" he shouted before hitting the ball over the net with such force and speed you didn't know you were right in its path until it was too late.

                You were now on your back with a splitting headache, and, maybe, a concussion.

                Harry was by your side within moments of your landing, taking your hand and helping you sit up, "You okay, Y/N? I'm really sorry...I thought you would get out of the way in time..."

                "It's okay, Harry," you whispered, bringing a hand to your head, "but I do think I should get to a hospital..."

                "Did it really injure you that bad?" Harry frowned, pushing his shades to the top of his head, so he could get a better look at you.

                "I think I may have a concussion," you sighed, letting your hand drop.

                Harry nodded before looking towards the boys, "Call emergency! Y/N's not feeling too well."

                "On it!" Louis responded, taking out his phone with one hand while taking a beer out of the cooler with his other hand.

                "Is she okay?" Niall asked from his seat on the towel.

                "I think she's going to be," Harry replied. "Someone should go get the others. They're still in the water?"

                "I think Lou and Lux are, but Zayn and Paul might have gone for a walk," Liam said before heading towards the ocean. "I'll go see if I can find them."

                "Well," you sighed after some silence, "I guess you won, Harry. So what do you want?"

                "For you to get better," he murmured, bringing you into his arms.

                You rolled your eyes at him, "No...really. What do you--"

                You were cut off by the feel of his soft lips on yours. It was an innocent kiss, but you could tell Harry had been holding back.

                "That's what I was going to ask for," he breathed against your lips, "but I'd honestly prefer it if you felt better."

Liam: ...He Races You.

                "So you think that you could beat me in a race?"

                You nodded, putting your hands on your hips, "I know I can."

                Liam arched a brown brow at you, his hands finding his own sides, "Are you sure? Because if you lose, you'll just embarrass yourself in front of all our friends," he gestured to the large party happening around you, and after seeing the sheer number of people you would be meeting with again, you reconsidered your challenge for a second.

                "I'm sure," you said anyways.

                There was no backing out now.

                "Alright," Liam's lips curved into a lopsided grin. "First one to finish ten full laps is the victor."

                "You're on!" you exclaimed, entering the heated pool.

                Liam chuckled at your enthusiasm before following you to the wall. Once there, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Everyone out of the pool! A race is about to start!"

                Some grumbled curses at him as they climbed out of the water while others were excited for the show. Liam Payne versus Y/N Y/L/N. Two best friends. It was going to be interesting.

                "We need a referee," Liam stated, scanning the crowd for someone who would like to volunteer.

                "I'll do it," Zayn spoke up, making his way to the front of the crowd.

                "Alright. Whatever Zayn says, goes," Liam gave you a pointed look, and in turn, you stuck your tongue out at him.

                "On my mark," Zayn began, and you both got in your positions. "Get set," you shot a glare at Liam, causing him to let out a low chuckle. "Go!"

                And you were both off, swimming as fast as you could. Around you, everyone cheered, but most of their screams were for you, considering you were the underdog.

                "Looks like you have fans," Liam gasped, coming up from underwater on both of your third laps.

                You didn't say anything; you were too focused on winning to humor him, but you did throw him a smile.

*****

                "There you are."

                You turned around to see Liam, still dripping wet, in the doorway with two unopened water bottles in his hands.

                "I didn't see you much after the race," he whispered, coming over to sit on the floor of the balcony next to you.

                "Well, you were too busy being congratulated," you took one of the water bottles he offered, secretly grateful to him for bringing them. You hadn't had a cool drink since you had arrived, and that race took a lot out of you.

                "Don't be a sore loser, Y/N," Liam frowned before taking a sip of his water. "You should have known I was going to beat you by at least two laps."

                "But--"

                "I work out every day, and a major part of my routine is building up muscle," he shrugged, capping his bottle. "It helps, but I'm positive that you could beat me if we were doing underwater flips and stuff. I can't do that."

                You smiled at his awkward attempt to comfort you. Liam started getting flustered around you a lot lately, and you had to wonder if he harbored the same feelings you did.

                "And," he sighed, wiping his face with the back of his arm, "honestly, you don't want to beat me in a race. You'd have to have quite a build to do that, and your body is beautiful the way it is," he looked at you, oblivious to the laughs you were holding in, and nodded. "Guys like a body they can hug and not feel anything too hard, you know? We like some fat on our girls--Not that you're fat...I mean..."

                "Liam," you shook your head at the night sky, "what am I going to do with you?"

                "I told you I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry, that's just how it sounded, and I honestly don't find you fat at all. You're perfect, and I--any guy would be lucky to have you because--"

                "Liam," you cut him off, giggling. "Stop freaking out. I'm not angry."

                "Y-You aren't?"

                "Nope," you whispered, leaning up to peck his lips. "I'm actually quite happy right now."

                "Me too," he grinned, bringing his lips back to yours.

Louis:...You Go for a Walk.

                Your friends had dragged you to another beach party full of strangers. You had no one to talk to while your friends either went off to get boyfriends or to be with their boyfriends.

                It wasn't like you weren't a partier. You were...if the party had some people you knew at it.

                So you sat by the water instead, letting the freezing liquid come up to kiss your feet. It was a little chilly now that it was getting dark, but you didn't mind. You loved the beach at night.

                "...under the moonlight as we stared at the sea..." you sang along quietly to Louis' voice that blasted behind you, "...the words you whispered I will always believe..." you started bobbing your head to the beat. "I want you to rock me. Rock me. Rock me. Yeah. I want you to rock me. Rock me. Rock me. Yeah. "

                "Nice song, huh?"

                You gasped, turning around and blushing at the man who had heard your singing.

                He chuckled softly at your reaction, "So what brings you away from where all the action is, Love?"

                "Y-You're Louis..." you uttered stupidly.

                "Yup," he smiled. "And you are...?"

                "Y/N," you replied, biting your bottom lip.

                "Well, Y/N. Are you just not into parties or...?"

                You shook your head, "I usually like them, but my friends dragged me to this one. I don't think we were invited..."

                "So you don't know anyone here?" he arched a brow.

                "Nope."

                "Well, Paul is on vacation...I guess I can blame security," he held out a hand to you. "You're at my friend's birthday party."

                "Friend's?" you asked, letting him pull you up to your full height.

                He nodded before looking down the beach, "Want to take a walk?"

                You thought about declining since it wasn't exactly smart to take a walk with a strange boy you had just met, but then again, this was Louis Tomlinson...

                "If you're worried about me trying to 'Rock You,'" he laughed as he began to walk, "we won't go too far."

                You hesitated, but eventually, you both were strolling in the sand, side by side.

                "So which friend's birthday is it?"

                "Liam's," he replied. "He wanted a beach party, but I warned him it would be hard to keep people out..."

                "Sorry..." you looked up at him. "I can't speak for my friends, but I promise you I didn't know this was a private party..."

                His laughter echoed into the night, "Yeah. You're not the type."

                "What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, trying not to smile as you stopped walking.

                He paused and looked back at you, "Nothing," he shrugged. "I can take that back, if you want, but honestly, I meant it as a compliment," he looked you over with a smile. "I like girls like you."

                Well, if that didn't redden your cheeks, you didn't know what would.

                Scared of what would come out of your mouth if you tried responding, you kept quiet and just continued on with him.

                "So...judging by the fact you were singing along...can I assume you're a fan?" he questioned after some silence.

                You nodded shyly.

                "Do you have a favorite?" he gave you a cheeky grin, arching a brow.

                "Yes...but you'll have to guess."

                "A guessing game? Sounds fun. How many shots do I have?"

                "One! There's only five of you!"

                "Okay, but I get five hints," he chuckled at how high strung you were, but don't worry. He loved pulling your strings.

                "Fine..." you sighed before thinking of vague hints. "He's hot, but cute at the same time..."

                "Me!"

                "He's sexy and funny," you ignored his shouts but couldn't help your smile.

                "Me! Me! Me!

                "And he's got the most amazing eyes..."

                "Clearly, you just described me, so admit that I'm right," Louis demanded.

                You thought the description was applicable to all five of them, but Louis was right about being your favorite.

                "You're right," you gave in, causing Louis to stop in his tracks.

                "Did you just say I was right?"

                You nodded.

                He was silent for a moment before he leaned in and kissed your cheek, "Well, you're my favorite, too, Love!"

                "Your favorite fan?" you asked, after recovering.

                "Nope! My favorite girl!"

Niall:...He Gets a View.

                "Cannonball!"

                You gasped once you were above water, but you instantly recovered and began to splash your enemy.

                Niall had been the one to throw you in the pool at the beginning of the party, and he had also been the one to jump on top of you. Now, it was time for revenge.

                But Niall wasn't responding to your attack. Instead, he stared, his blue eyes wide with shock, but they weren't focused on your face.

                You rolled your eyes, "Niall...my eyes are up here, Sweetie."

                Nothing. Not a response.

                "Niall!" you swam closer to him, making him let out an audible gulp. "Jeez, you act as if you haven't seen boobs before!"

                "Um...Y/N..." he blinked.

                "They're just fat, Niall, and I know you've--"

                "Y/N!" he shouted, getting the attention of the entire party. When he realized this, he uttered a string of curses and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him.

                "What are you doing, Niall?" you struggled in his tight hold.

                "Stop moving," he growled in your ear. "Do you want them to see?"

                "See what?" you paused in your attempt to escape.

                "Your fucking chest," he hissed, tightening his arm around your waist. "Your bikini top must have fallen off when you jumped in."

                Feeling your heartbeat quicken in utter horror, you angled your head down to see that your best friend had been right. There wasn't any yellow polka-dotted fabric where it should be.

                "Look, some probably already know, and they're going to know anyway because I have to get you out of the pool," Niall explained, looking down at you. "Wrap your arms around my neck and press yourself against me--"

                "I can't do that!" you shouted, your face turning crimson.

                He rolled his eyes, "Yes. You can because I'm not letting anyone see you like this. Okay?"

                Intimidated by the determined stare his blue eyes were giving you, you found yourself nodding.

                "Good," he whispered as he felt you wrap your arms around his neck. "Now, hold on."

                Both arms were now around your waist as he swam you from the deep end to the shallow end. Harry was waiting at the top of the stairs with a towel, which Niall grabbed and wrapped around you quickly.

                "Thanks," you murmured to both Niall and Harry. "I'm going to go get dressed now..."

                You were beyond mortified; you were getting dressed and going home. How would you face anyone here today again, especially Niall? He had felt them and also got an eye-full.

                You rushed up to your friend's bedroom and began to change, trying to keep your tears at bay.

                You had just finished putting your wet bathing suit in the plastic bag when someone knocked on the door.

                You unlocked the door and walked back over to the bed to tie the bag closed, "Come in."

                "Hey..."

                You paused in tying the bag, cursing the day you were born in your head. Why did he follow you?

                "Hey, Niall," you finished the knot. "What are you doing up here?"

                He closed the door behind him and walked over to you, "Well, you didn't seem okay...and I thought I should talk to you about...what happened."

                You didn't respond.

                "Look..." he grabbed your arms and turned you to face him, "you have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. I was the only one who saw, and...well..." he looked away with a cheeky grin on his lips, "I liked the view..."

                Your eyes widened at his confession.

                "And, they're not the only thing I like about you..."

                Your eyes met his blue, and the next thing you know, you were kissing, and it wasn't a typical first kiss either. He kissed you like he had been holding back, not for the past twenty minutes, but for the past year.

                When you parted, he gave you a smiled, "Why don't we ditch this place, and I'll take you on a date. Anywhere you want."

                Feeling more up to a make out session on his couch, you bit your bottom lip and got on the tips of your toes to bring your mouth to his. Against his soft lips, you whispered, "How about your place?"

Zayn:...He Throws You In.

                The sun was blazing down on you and Zayn as you both lay side by side on the gigantic blanket.

                You two had been invited a little beach party by Harry, who had also invited a lot more people than you thought he would. You and Zayn had thought this would be a bit more relaxing, but the music was loud and drinks were being passed around.

                People were going to get drunk tonight, and you were unsure if you wanted to be a part of it.

                Zayn had just gotten off tour for a couple of weeks before he goes to America to tour there. You really just wanted to spend as much time as you could with him relaxing because he seriously needed a holiday.

                "Well, so much for de-stressing," Zayn murmured beside you, rolling over onto his back. "Harry had told me a 'small get together.' Isn't there a set number of people for that?"

                "I'm pretty sure ten is the magic number, but even that might be too much," you chuckled into the blanket.

                "I really wanted a nap..." he yawned, scratching his stomach. "Babe, your back is red."

                "Screen me up?" you asked, lifting your head slightly to look at him.

                He smiled at you, picking up the bottle and squeezing some of the white cream in his hand. He rubbed his hands together before putting a light coat on your skin. The feel of his hands on your bare back was too beautiful, even when he was just rubbing in sunscreen.

                "Do me, Love?" he requested once finished covering your backside thoroughly.

                "Of course!" you quickly tied up your top and sat up, taking the bottle from him.

                He groaned when he felt your hands massaging the cream into his back, "Babe...that feels so good. Did I ever tell you that you give the best massages?"

                "Several times," you chuckled, rubbing his shoulders before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

                "Stop being all mushy and lovey-dovey over there and join the party!" Louis shouted over the music.

                You rolled your eyes and looked at Zayn over his shoulder, "Do we have to?"

                "'fraid so, Love," he smiled at you before getting up to his full height. "Tell you what? I'll carry you."

                "Oh, Zayn, you don't--"

                You were cut off by a floating sensation. You were in the air--well, not really. You were in Zayn's strong arms, but he wasn't walking towards the large group of people dancing and mingling.

                "Zayn?" you looked up at your boyfriend. "Where are you taking me?"

                "Nowhere," he smirked.

                Then you saw where his steps were leading him to. He was walking towards the ocean, and with the look he had on his face, you could only assume his intentions were devious ones.

                "Don't you dare," you said, pointing a stern finger at him.

                He threw his head back in laughter but didn't stop walking, "And what's going to stop me from daring?"

                "I might not be able to stop you, but I will extract my revenge. Don't think I don't know how to get back at you."

                For a moment, Zayn almost looked scared, but it didn't stop him. He was determined to do this, and you had to resort to different tactics.

                You quickly twisted yourself around in his arms, struggling to get down before he could reach the water.

                "Nice try, Y/N," Zayn chuckled darkly as he put you over his shoulder, holding your waist tightly in place.

                "Damn you, Zayn Malik!" you pounded his back, kicking your legs in the air.

                His shoulder shook underneath you, and you knew he was definitely laughing at your pain, and soon, you were being thrown into the cool sea.

                The initial shock faded swiftly, and that was left was the need to get back at your boyfriend, who was too busy laughing his arse off to notice that his girlfriend was coming to get him.

                You jumped up onto his back, pulling him down and into the water with a splash.

                "Told you that I'd get you," you smiled at him when he resurfaced.

First of all, please don't steal this or repost this, saying it's yours! I have seen a lot people ask what "Story of My Life" is about, and this is how I interpret it.I see "Story of My Life" as a multiple breakups song, but I also see it as finding new love and new hope:

"Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain."

                He has a past. He's made his mistakes. He's only human.

"Leave my heart open, but it stays right here, empty for days."

                He wants to open up to her. His heart is open and wants her love, but she doesn't listen or give it.

"She told me in the mornin' she don't feel the same about us in her bones."

                She breaks up with him.

"Seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone."

                The words written on a gravestone are usually something that conveys who you were as a person, and to the people who lost you, it's a reminder of you. He's saying that he's been so many break ups that he'll probably be remembered for them.

"And I'll be gone, gone tonight."

                I always picture it as him drinking his sorrows away. He's gone from the sober world.

"The ground beneath my feet is open wide."

                He's being swallowed up by his own sadness. This could also be a reference to hallucinations caused by drug use or being drunk.

"The way that I've been holdin' on too tight with nothin' in between."

                He's letting go of her, starting the long process of getting over her.

"The story of my life, I take her home."

                I'll get to what "the story of my life" means later. Right now, let's focus on the fact he takes her home. He's not taking her to his home or their shared home. He's taking her back to her home because they're no longer together.

"I drive all night to keep her warm..."

                He tries to please her, doing whatever it takes to make the relationship a successful one. He spoils her and treats her like a queen.

"...and time is frozen."

                But time is frozen. They're frozen at some point in their relationship, and because they aren't moving along, they'll never be in a successful one.

"The story of my life, I give her hope."

                He tells her about how they'll get married and have kids someday, but in the end, he's just fooling the both of them because it isn't meant to be. They both hope, but it never works out.

"I spend her love..."

                He wastes her time and love because their relationship isn't serious. It isn't going anywhere. Eventually, there isn't any love left for him.

"...until she's broke inside."

                And when she finally realizes that she can't be with him, that their relationship is pointless, that she is falling out of love with him, she's heartbroken because she really wanted it to work. Meaning, when she breaks up with him, it's never for a stupid reason or because she's a jerk. She breaks up with him because she knows it's what's best.

"The story of my life."

                The phrase "the story of my life" insinuates that whatever is the story of your life is something that happens almost daily. Take "having bad luck" as an example. You never have good luck and your bad luck makes bad things happen so often that if someone asked you to tell the story of your life, all you'd have to tell them about is all these unlucky things in your life.

"Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change."

                He can't change who he is, no matter how badly he wants to.

"Leave my heart open, but it stays right here in its cage."

                He wants to love again, even though it's risky, but he can't bring himself to. He's too scared about being hurt again. That's why his heart is just...sitting there, like a bird hesitating to fly its first trip.

"I know that in the mornin', now, I'll see us in the light upon the hill."

                But as soon as he sees you, he's willing to try again. He pictures you with him, and notice it isn't "her" anymore. It's "you." You're different to him.

"Although I am broken,"

                He's a broken man. He's felt heartbreak millions of times, and he knows he could feel it once again. But...because it's you...

"my heart is untamed, still."

                ...he can't help it. The heart wants what the heart wants, so he's going to try.

"And I'll be gone, gone tonight."

                This time, he isn't gone off drinking. He's gone in his mind, thinking about how to make it last this time because he wants it to last with you.

"The fire beneath my feet is burnin' bright."

                He's standing on fire, but not literally. It's like walking across hot coal. He wants to get off of it as fast as possible. Meaning, he wants to stop thinking and start making you his. He now has incentive to move.

"The way that I've been holding on so tight with nothin' in between."

                Now he's letting go, but he's not letting go of a person or trying to get over them. He's letting go of his fears.

[Chorus]

                This time the chorus is sung just to stress the fact that heartbreak is a repetitive thing in his life, and how his knowledge of that is always at the forefront of his mind. Even while being with you, he's worrying about the pattern continuing.

                "Her"  is always used in the chorus because he is never talking about you in the chorus. He's talking about the past girlfriends, however many there are. Only the happy parts of the song refer to "you."

"And I'll be waiting for this time to come around."

                He's waiting for you to break up with him like all those other girls did.

"But, Baby, running after you, is like chasing the clouds."

                "Running after you," means, to me, getting over you. "after you," meaning after your relationship, there's no way he can chase after another girl. He loves you, too much. "Chasing the clouds," meaning its impossible. Getting over you and moving on with another girl is impossible for him.

"The story of my life, I take her home."

                This chorus is very important. It's the last one sung, but it starts off with Niall singing it slowly and softly.

"I drive all night to keep her warm..."

                It's like he's almost telling it, saying it, and not singing it. There's a story-like quality to the way he sings it, and it's for a reason.

"...and time is frozen."

                He is telling you about his past. He's finally telling the story of his life. His heart is finally out of its cage, being filled up with your love because you're listening to him. You're giving him what he's needed all this time.

"The story of my life, I give her hope."

                It speeds up here because he's conveying how painful it was for him up to this point.

"I spend her love..."

                He thought he loved and was loved.

"...until she's broke inside."

                And he lost.

"The story of my life."

"The story of my life."

"The story of my life."

"The story of my life."

                And again, the phrase is repeated to emphasize the fact that it was repetitive, but Harry practically says the last "the story of my life." His voice fades, signifying the end of the song, and the end of that CHAPTER of his life because now he has you, and he knows you aren't leaving him.

                I hope this made you see the song through a different lens, and I want to emphasize that this is my own opinion. I am not saying this is what the writers were thinking while writing this. I am not saying it is canon.

So...it was requested that I do a second part to my first preference ever, and I had fun with it, even though I'm not too happy with the writing...I hope you enjoy it, though, Lovelies! And requests are ALWAYS open, no matter how many I have left to do...Lol.

- Chrissy

Master List

Part 1

Harry: At a Signing.

                It had been two whole days since the signing, where Harry had given you his number. The ink had long since faded on your hand, but you had already put the contact into your phone.

                Now...you just had to call him.

                But all of your fears and doubts kept you from doing the thing most fans would have already done.

                For some reason, Harry had taken an interest in you, and you really didn't want to mess this up.

                However, if you never called him...you wouldn't take the opportunity that had presented itself to you. At least, if you called him, there was only a fifty percent chance that you would ruin it.

                You were about to take the plunge when you realized...you had no idea what to talk about.

                Sure, the beginning of any conversation was easy. All of the participants greeted each other and asked about their general well-being, but what comes after that?

                Small talk and getting to know the person.

                You didn't know what questions to ask or topics to bring up.

                This was your celebrity crush that you were calling!

                They don't write "How To" books on that!

                This was a special case; you had gotten lucky.

                So you owed it to the rest of the One Direction fan population to do this.

                "'ello?"

                You swallowed back the nerves and managed to utter, "Hi, Harry. Um...this is the girl from the signing the other day...the one you gave your number to?"

                There was a brief silence on the line, and you were worried that he had forgotten about you, that he didn't know who the Hell was calling him on his personal cell.

                "Oh, yeah! I remember you," his cheerful voice brought a smile to your once worried face. "I never got your name, though."

                "I'm Y/N," you replied, leaning back into the pile of pillows on your bed.

                "Well, it's nice to finally hear from you, Y/N! How are you?"

                "I'm doing well, thanks for asking. How are you doing?" you bit your bottom lip.

                He sighed, "Just a bit tired. We had a long day today, and there weren't any pretty girls coming up to me and offering coffee, you know?"

                You blushed and let out a giggle at his compliment, "Well, I'm sorry. I can't always be there to bring you Starbucks."

                Harry laughed, "I suppose you're right. Too bad, though. Seeing you would've brightened my day a bit."

                It took everything you had not to roll around on your bed and squeal. Harry was flirting with you, and to think you almost didn't call him!

                "Speaking of which, why don't you and I meet up again? I'm free tomorrow evening, if that's an okay time for you."

                Part of you was dying to scream, "Yes!"

                And another part reminded you that you could barely bring yourself to start a conversation with the British hottie. How were you supposed to survive anything longer?

                "Y/N? You still there?" Harry's voice broke you from your thoughts. "If you can't make tomorrow, we could always go the following day..."

                "No!" you shouted a little too loudly. "I mean...uh...I'm free tomorrow night."

                "Great!" his voice was almost as deafening as yours. "We can meet up in the mall at about sixteen o'clock, if that's okay with you?"

                "That's fine, but isn't the mall pretty crowded?" you pointed out, frowning at the idea of girls chasing you through the stores.

                "I'll be in disguise," he whispered with a chuckle. "Just give me a call when you arrive, and I'll come find you."

                "Sounds good," you agreed, a smile making its way onto your face.

                "Well, until then, Love. Have a good night."

                "You, too, Harry, and thank you."

                "For what?"

                "For inviting me out," you laughed, sitting up on your knees.

                "Oh...well, thanks for agreeing to go with me!"

                "No problem. Bye, Harry."

                You hung up the phone, practically glowing from the conversation you had just had.

                Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so hard after all...

Liam: At the Supermarket.

                "Well, now that I'm done shopping, where would you like to go?" you asked, giving Liam a warm smile. "There are a few restaurants down the street, if you don't mind walking a little bit."

                "I don't mind," he chuckled, strolling beside you as you made your way out of the market's parking lot. "Besides, I'm treating you, remember?"

                You nodded, "I do remember, but if you're paying, I'd feel better if we chose a place you liked."

                "That's going to be hard," he grinned at you. "This is my first time in this town, so I've never eaten at any of the places here."

                "Well," you turned around, walking backwards in front of him, "I have been to most of these restaurants a handful of times, so all you have to do is tell me what you feel like eating."

                He smirked at you, "So you're a restaurant expert?"

                "I guess you could say that," you grinned. "So what will it be? Italian? Mexican? Lebanese?"

                "How about a pub?" he suggested, grabbing your arm and stopping you from hitting a lamp post. "Careful, Love."

                You turned pink but still managed mumble a "Sorry."

                "It's okay," his lips stretched into a crooked grin. "I just didn't want to see someone so pretty get hurt."

                Now, you were nearly red from his flattery.

                "So..." you tucked a strand hair behind your ear as you walked beside him, "you want Irish food?"

                "Closest thing to home," he glanced at you. "Are there any good ones around here?"

                "Yes. A few blocks down. It's called The Grasshopper. It's a great place," you began to ramble on. "They decorated it like an old, stone pub you'd see in the Irish countryside, and the food is to die for. I used to go there all the time when I was--" you cut yourself off once you met his brown-eyed gaze. There was laughter in those eyes, and you wondered if you had managed to make a fool of yourself again. "I'm so sorry...I got carried away..."

                You looked away after you had said that, hoping to hide your mortification.

                "You didn't get carried away," Liam whispered, taking your hand in his for a split second to bring your stare back to him. "I thought it was cute the way you went on about the place. Seeing you get all excited kind of made me look forward to this even more than I already was."

                You felt your cheeks warm at his words, "Really?"

                He grinned, "But the way you look right now is even cuter."

*****

                "That was some of the best Irish cuisine I've had in a long time, and I've traveled the world," Liam chuckled as you two exited the dimly-lit pub.

                "I told you their food was to die for."

                "Well, now I know I can trust you with choosing restaurants."

                You looked up at him, arching a brow, "Just restaurants?"

                He laughed, shaking his head, "I guess I could trust you with choosing your company. I mean, I am quite an awesome guy."

                You rolled your eyes at him, but his goofy smile was contagious, "Well, I can't really argue with that."

                He stopped laughing when you had said that, making you rethink your words.

                "Really?" he asked, pausing in the middle of the sidewalk.

                Still a bit uncomfortable by the sudden change of mood, you had trouble meeting his gaze, "Well...yeah. You helped me out at the store...and paid for my dinner. You're really nice, Liam, and you're funny. I can't stop smiling when I'm with you, and you're really smart..."

                "Okay, Y/N. That's enough," he chuckled. "You're making me blush, but I have to admit that I had a great time with you too."

                It was your turn to blush, "Oh...well..."

                Your stammering stopped when you felt a feathery soft touch on your cheek and something being pushed into your hand.

                Liam drew back from your face, beaming, "Call me. I'd love to do this again."

Louis: In a Bar.

                You didn't know why it bothered you so much.

                It felt like the first time a guy had asked for your number and never called you. The rejection was painful, especially after it took you a week to realize you were never going to get that call.

                With Louis, it only took you four days, but your heart still ached. You were a One Direction fan from the beginning, and he was always your favorite. It was nice to finally meet him, but he was still a stranger. You had only talked to him for a few minutes, and he was just dumped by his girlfriend. Honestly, what did you expect?

                You kept telling yourself these negative words until you parked your car in front of Gilligan's.

                Why did you come here?

                You had your hopes up, even though you knew you shouldn't, but the idea was too beautiful to pass up.

                You'd walk into the bar and see him at the counter, whiskey in hand, but this time, he wouldn't be trying to drink away his sorrows.

                It sounded so good, and it turned out to be too good to be true because...

                Louis wasn't there.

                "Hey, Y/N," Jacob welcomed you with a large grin. "You're a little earlier than usual."

                You shrugged, leaning on the bar, "I didn't really have much to do today."

                "No?" Jacob furrowed his ginger brows. "That's not like you, Y/N."

                You scoffed, your lips curving into a sarcastic smile, "I haven't exactly been myself lately."

                "Boy trouble?"

                You rolled your eyes at him and hit his arm playfully, "Shut up."

                "Ah!" he pointed at you, chuckling. "There it is. There's the genuine grin."

                You tried to hide it, but it was no use. Jacob just had a way about him that could make anyone smile.

                "So, what boy is bugging you?" he asked, picking up a glass from underneath the bar. "Your dad and I will go beat him up for you."

                "No. No," you shook your head. "It's not his fault..."

                "Y/N, if there is one thing I know about boys," he began, scooping some of your favorite ice cream in the glass, "it's that it's always their fault."

                "Yeah?" you chuckled, watching him move to the large mixer behind him. "Then you don't know much about boys."

                He threw his head back in laughter and pressed the button on the machine, "Always have to have the last word, don't you? Even when I'm making your favorite drink?"

                "I never said you had to serve milkshakes at your bar," you sat up on one of the stools.

                "But you visit your boring, old godfather," he said, putting the shake in front of you, "so I should have something to keep you coming around."

                You smiled at him before taking a sip, "Thanks, Jacob."

                "No problem."

                While you consumed your drink, the door opened and closed behind you with a bang.

                "Back again?" Jacob's voice sounded.

                "Yeah."

                "Well, you're lucky this time," Jacob snorted, gesturing to you. "She just got in."

                You looked over your shoulder at the man who entered the bar. He looked different this time around. He was cleanly shaven and wearing some tidier clothes, but his teal eyes revealed that he was still tired and hurting.

                "Hello, Louis," you smiled, turning around in your chair to face him fully.

                "I'm sorry I didn't call," Louis frowned, unable to meet your gaze. "I lost your number...I was drunk, and I guess I misplaced it..."

                You laughed at his mistake, feeling the relief wash down on you as cold and refreshing as the ice cream in your glass.

                "It's okay, Louis," you managed in between laughs, "I forgive you."

                He let out a sigh, letting his shoulders relax as he walked over to you, "I've been back here every night since I met you, but Jacob doesn't know your new number and..."

                You smiled at him, "Well, I'm here now, and this time, you can give me your number."

Niall: In Your Hometown.

                "I'm really sorry, Y/N," Niall sighed as he brought you backstage. "I tried getting you the best seats, but all our tickets have been sold out for a while..."

                "It's okay, Niall," you assured him with a smile. "I'm lucky I'm even here!"

                Niall frowned, "But I should've been able to get you a good seat...Unfortunately," he pulled back the curtain, revealing a crowded stadium and empty stage, "this is the best view I can give you."

                You honestly couldn't believe this was happening. You were at a One Direction concert, backstage with your celebrity crush, and you hadn't paid a cent.

                You had to be dreaming.

                "Believe me, you aren't dreaming," Niall laughed, making you realize that you had said your last thought out loud.

                "But...this is so..." you shook your head, staring out at the blinding lights and screaming fans.

                "I know," Niall followed your gaze, a wide smile lighting up his whole face. "That's how I feel every time I get out on stage."

                You looked at him, trying to keep his expression, right now, in this moment, carved into your memory.

                He caught you, though, causing a blush to bloom on your cheeks.

                "Come on," he said with a lop-sided grin, "I should let the boys know you're here."

                You nodded, following him away from the curtains and towards the dressing rooms. He knocked on the first door and put his hands into his pockets, waiting for an answer.

                "Who is it?" Louis' voice came from the other side.

                "It's me. Open up."

                "Patience, young one," the door opened to reveal a shirtless, smirking Louis, but when he saw you, his whole face converted to utter shock. However, as quickly as the surprise came, it faded, and into an expression that could only be described as devious. "Boys! Niall's brought us a little guest."

                "Louis..." Niall narrowed his eyes at him, "what are you up to...?"

                "Oh, nothing," he grinned, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the room.

                The first thing you noticed when you gained you footing was that the three other members of your favorite boy band were half naked.

                "Y/N!" they all shouted except for Harry, who happened to be chowing down on some Chinese Takeout.

                "Hi, Y/N," Harry said with a full mouth.

                "You remember me..." you whispered without thinking, causing Louis to throw his head back in laughter.

                "How could we forget you?" Louis asked, putting an arm around your shoulders. "Niall's been talking about you non-stop."

                "Shut the fuck up, Louis!" Niall's hiss came from behind you. You turned to see him glaring at everyone in the room, including Lou, who was silently doing Harry's hair. "Why are you guys naked?"

                "For the record, Niall," Liam put a finger in the air while trying to slip on his pants with one hand, "you didn't tell us you had a girl with you...much less Y/N. So we had no idea that our state of undress would be a problem."

                "Lou! Say something to these arses!" Niall shouted.

                She shrugged her shoulders, "Honestly, Niall, they wouldn't listen to me anyway."

                He let out a groan before grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of the room.

                "I'm really sorry about that," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he led you back towards the stage. "I didn't know..."

                "Niall," you chuckled, putting your hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. I'm not bothered by it."

                "You aren't?" he asked, his blue eyes widening.

                "Niall, I just saw my idols half naked. Do you think I'm angry?" you asked with a straight face.

                Niall laughed, "I guess not...I kind of forgot you were a fan for a second...but you didn't see all your idols naked," he smirked at you.

                "Sorry, Niall, but when it comes to seeing my celebrity crush naked, there needs to be a few dates first," you joked, winking at him.

                "Alright. We'll have our second tomorrow, fifteen o'clock," he smiled. "I'll pick you up then."

Zayn: At a Hotel.

                Minutes later, you were in the pool area.

                Seeing as it was nearly midnight, the place was deserted, leaving you and Zayn to do whatever you pleased.

                "This is great!" you shouted, looking up at the night sky through the glass ceiling.

                Zayn laughed at your excitement, causing you to turn around to face him. He was currently taking off his shirt, pulling the thin, white t-shirt over his head while flexing his muscular arms.

                "What?" he asked, bringing you out of your daze.

                "Huh...? Oh..." you quickly turned away, trying to hide your blushing cheeks.

                Zayn walked passed you, stepping onto the first stair that led into the pool. He twisted around and stared at you, "Aren't you coming?"

                You suddenly were very aware of the fact that you were wearing a bikini underneath your black cover up. You were insecure about your body sometimes, and when your idol was looking at you, waiting for you to join him in the pool, you kind of felt a little bit on the spot.

                "Um..."

                Zayn gave you a warm smile, "If you want, I'll look away."

                Were you that obvious?

                Zayn went onto the second step, turning his back to you, "I'm not looking..."

                You shrugged off your cover up and looked down at your white bikini that, now that you were going to be swimming with Zayn Malik, seemed a bit too revealing. You weren't always this skinny, and your body had little marks to remind you.

                You hugged yourself and entered the water behind Zayn.

                "Finally decided to join me...?" he trailed off, his eyes growing wide as they checked you out.

                You shuffled your feet uncomfortably, not used to being under a gaze as intense as Zayn's.

                "You're beautiful," he said, moving his eyes from your skin to your face. "I mean it."

                You couldn't keep your mouth from curving upward into a small grin, "Than--"

                "Cannon ball!"

                "Louis! They were having a moment!" Harry shouted once Louis had resurfaced, whipping his wet hair across his forehead.

                "Hey, guys!" he gasped as he swam over to you.

                "Hi..." Zayn murmured, frowning at the interruption.

                "I tried to stop him, Zayn," Harry said, shrugging off his shirt. "I really did."

                Zayn just shrugged before turning back to you, "Do you want to swim...or would you mind joining me in the hot tub?"

                "Um...actually..." you leaned forward, whispering into his ear, "I'd rather get revenge."

                Zayn's face brightened as he nodded in agreement, "Sounds good to me."

                "Would you two lovebirds like to share with the rest pool?" Louis asked, popping up beside you.

                "Yes, actually," Zayn smirked, putting his hands on Louis' shoulders. "Drown, Louis!"

                "Wha--" Louis was cut off by the water entering his mouth as Zayn dunked him under.

                The room filled with laughter, and when Louis came up, spitting out the highly chlorinated water, you swear you couldn't breathe.

                "That wasn't nice at all!" Louis exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair.

                "You deserved it," Zayn said, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Come on, let's go enjoy the hot tub."

                "Sounds like fun!" Louis said, climbing the stairs behind you.

                "Too bad you aren't invited," Zayn said over your shoulder.

                "Sorry, Louis!" you said as Zayn led you away.

*****

                "Well, I think that was the most fun I've had all day," Zayn remarked as he settled down in the burning water. "Thanks for the idea, Y/N."

                "No problem," you sighed, leaning your head back against the blue tile.

                You both sat there in a comfortable silence, just enjoying the tub and each other's quiet company.

                "Y/N?" Zayn whispered your name, bringing you back from the brink of sleep.

                "Hmm?" you opened your eyes.

                "Do you think...we could meet up for breakfast tomorrow?" he avoided your gaze, finding the broken tile next to him fascinating.

                You smiled, "I'd love to, but...I'm warning you. I'm not much of a morning person."

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Harry: You Meet His Childhood Friend.

                I watched Y/N climb the stairs like she couldn't get away fast enough. I knew she was going inside herself, trying to conceal how she feels. She does that whenever she's hurting.

                "Harry? Do you wanna watch a movie with me?" G/N asked from the couch.

                I turned around to look at her, "Are you serious?"

                "Yeah," she grinned, "pick out a movie, and come watch with us."

                Even Gemma was looking at her like she was insane. I know G/N's my best friend, but there is obviously something wrong with her if she thinks I'm just going to sit here while Y/N is upset.

                I didn't say anything. I just did what I knew I had to do. I rounded the landing and headed upstairs, towards the guest bedroom.

                "Oh, Y/N, Love," those words were out of my mouth the moment I saw her on the bed, curled up on top of the bed and crying.

                I ran over to her and pulled her into my arms, lying with her, "Tell me what's bothering you. Please."

                After she had calmed down a bit, she brought her delicate hands to her face, wiping away the tears, "What are you doing up here, Harry?"

                "Did you really think I would let you be alone when you looked the way you did?" I whispered, tightening my arms around her waist. "Now, please tell me what's wrong."

                She sniffled, shifting in my arms to look up at me with her beautiful eyes, "I'm feeling insecure."

                "What do you mean?" I asked, furrowing my brows in confusion.

                She looked down, wetting her lips, "From the moment G/N got here, you two have been inseparable," she swiftly met my gaze again, "but don't get me wrong, Harry; I don't mind you hanging out with her. I understand that you two haven't hung out in a while, but...well, while dinner was being prepared, I was inside helping while you were out there with her, laughing and hanging all over each other. After dinner, you two disappeared somewhere while I helped clean up..."

                She had tears in her eyes again, "I know I'm just paranoid, but she's so pretty...And you're, well," she turned away, "perfect. She has to have feelings for you."

                Once I knew for sure that she was done talking, I brought my finger underneath her chin and tipped her head up. I wanted to look in her eyes again.

                "Y/N," I murmured softly. "Listen to me."

                She nodded, biting her bottom lip and driving me crazy.

                "My feelings for G/N have always been the same, and they will remain the same," I assured her, stroking her hip with my free hand. "I only feel the love a brother would have for a sister towards her. I only love and want you."

                I began to see the corners of her luscious lips turn up, and I found myself grinning, too, "Tonight and tomorrow, I'm all yours, Love. Just tell me what you want," I pressed my lips to her forehead, "and I'll make it happen."

                "I want you, Harry," she breathed, finally giving me the stunning smile I was used to.

                And who was I to deny such a request? The girl I was head over heels for wanted me to make love to her, and it was my job to keep her happy.

                I leaned in to give her the first of many passionate kisses when I felt her fingers on my lips.

                She smirked at me, "I want you after we spend some time with your family...including G/N because that's what we came here for."

                I was glowing as I pulled her into my chest by the hoops of her jeans and gave her a deep kiss, "I love you."

Liam: He Says Something That Makes You Feel Like You Aren't Giving Him Enough Space.

                 me time.”

                The minute she said that, I knew she had heard my conversation with Niall last night. I also knew that I had to assure her that she had misunderstood me.

                Because she had.

                I can't live without Y/N.

                "So you heard..." I sighed, looking down at my plate.

                "Your conversation on the phone last night? Yes, I did," she hissed, turning on the faucet of the kitchen sink.

                "Love," I got up from my chair and made my way over to her, "you have to let me explain."

                "What is there to explain, Liam? You said you missed the single life and that you were rethinking this whole thing," she fired out at me while scrubbing her plate to the point I thought it was going to break in half. "I think it's pretty crystal clear what the conversation was about."

                I put my hands on her upper arms, caressing her soft skin with my thumbs, "Y/N...Please...There are things I have to explain, but I promise you that I am not rethinking us."

                She paused to consider my words before letting out a sigh, "Fine, but you better have a very good explanation, Liam James Payne."

                "I do," I murmured, taking her by the hands and bringing her into the living room.

                We sat down on the couch, facing each other, and I began my story.

                "When you went upstairs to get ready for bed, Niall rang me on my mobile. Obviously, I picked it up, and he began talking to me about what an awesome night he and the boys had at the club. He was half drunk, but...you could tell he had a good time," I looked away from her, rubbing my nose with the back of my finger. "I guess I just, after hearing about it, missed it. I missed the partying and getting drunk, but Y/N, I know for a fact," I looked her in the eye as I said this, "that if I lost you, I'd miss you more."

                I was hoping that would ruse some sort of a response, but she just looked at me expectantly.

                I sighed, hanging my head, "I said some stuff to Niall that I didn't mean, and the truth is, I don't really want to go unless you're with me."

                "What about coming home to watch one of your shows?"

                "It's true that I would like to do that, but I wouldn't mind you curled up next to me, Love," I took her hands in mine and brought her knuckles to my lips. "I miss those things about my single life, but now that I'm not single, I realized I'd rather be doing those things with you than alone."

                "And what about rethinking this?"

                I couldn't help laughing at that question, despite the glare she was giving me, "Oh, Y/N, Love. If only you had heard what Niall said. I wasn't rethinking us."

                She looked at me warily, "So...you aren't rethinking our relationship?"

                "Hell no, Y/N," I chuckled. "Niall asked if I didn't like our job anymore, and I told him that it just wasn't as fun as it used to be."

                Y/N's face changed from confusion to utter shock, "You're leaving One Direction?"

                "No," I shook my head, "but for a time, I was thinking about it."

                "But why?" she asked, scooting closer to me.

                "Because I wanted more time for myself," I sighed, drawing circles on the back of her hands. "I have enough money to support us and our future family, and...I would have more time to be with you..."

                She gave me a smile before leaning in to peck my cheek, "I'm sorry for overreacting."

                "No. Don't apologize, Love. I'm sorry for making you feel insecure."

Louis: He's Been Seen Hanging Out With His Ex.

                A part of me always knew that my friendship with Eleanor would be a problem, considering she was my ex-girlfriend, but in the beginning, Y/N didn't seem to be too bothered by us hanging out. Now, however, I was pretty sure she had been hiding her true feelings about the situation because she didn't want to seem like the "jealous girlfriend."

                Honestly, I'm happy that she got pissed at me.

                I was happy she was envious because it meant she cared.

                It meant she didn't want me to leave her, which she should know by now that I never would.

                I know that I would be jealous if she was seen walking around with her ex-boyfriend...Hell, I was fuming when Harry had taken her out for ice cream!

                The only thing I regretted was that I didn't detect her envy until now.

                How long have I been making her feel this insecure about us?

                "Come with me," I begged her, tightening my grip on her wrist. "Please, Love. I want to fix this."

                She reluctantly let me pull her back downstairs and towards the living room. I sat down in the recliner and pulled her down on top of me, into my lap. She was resisting at first, but I gave her one of my smiles, the ones that make her smile back at me no matter how pissed or upset she is, and she relented.

                When she was settled on top of me, I wrapped my arms around her waist and made her lean against my chest.

                "Let's start with what's troubling you," I whispered against her shoulder. "I'm guessing that my hanging out with Eleanor is what's bothering you. Am I right?"

                She was quiet for a moment before letting out a sigh, "I don't mind you hanging out with her, Louis. I trust you, and she's obviously important to you..."

                "Only as a friend, though," I interjected, making sure she knew. "You have no reason to feel insecure about us because we are solid, Y/N. We aren't going to break. Ever."

                "But everyone is comparing us," she sniffled, looking down at her lap. "I'm afraid you'll decide one day that maybe she is the better choice...because she is."

                I frowned at her words, knowing that they were untrue. I could never fall back in love with Eleanor after I had met Y/N. Y/N brought me out of the heartbreak and taught me that if I had truly loved Eleanor, I would've tried to make it work.

                It wasn't like that with Y/N.

                I couldn't deal with it not working because I loved her too much to let her go.

                "Y/N, who lives with me right now?" I asked.

                "I do..." she replied softly.

                "And who is currently in my arms?"

                "I am..."

                "And who is the only girl I ever truly loved?"

                "..."

                I turned her around in my arms so she faced me, "Come on, Y/N. That's the easiest question!"

                She tried not to smile, but she wasn't strong enough. Her face was bright enough to light up the whole room.

                "Fine...I'll answer for you. It's a certain girl named Y/N," I replied, kissing her nose. "I'll tell Eleanor not to come tomorrow, okay?"

                She shook her head, "I don't mind her going."

                "Are you sure?" my eyes widened at her sudden acceptance.

                "I'm sure," she nodded, "as long as you come home to me afterwards."

                I smirked, pressing my lips to her plump ones, "You can count on that."

                "Louis!" she giggled into the kiss before bringing her hands to my cheeks.

                "Yes, Love?" I murmured against her neck.

                "I'll be waiting for you to return," her words fell on my ear, "so hurry home."

                 "I'll leave during halftime, in that case."

Niall: You Don't Feel Like He Wants You Sexually.             

                I got out of the bathroom to see the lights in our room turned off and Y/N's form under the sheets, illuminated by the tiny amount of moonlight coming through the window.

                I ran a hand through my still-damp hair, pushing it back from my forehead as I pulled back the covers to slip into bed.

                "Babe?"

                No answer.

                "Princess?"

                Silence.

                I shook her shoulder, hoping it would be enough to rouse her. I hated waking her if she was asleep, but I needed to settle something with her.

                "What do you want, Niall?" she snapped, taking me completely off guard.

                "Are you upset with me or something?" I asked, frowning. "Tell me what's wrong."

                "Nothing's wrong, Niall," she sighed. "Just tell me why you woke me up."

                "No. Obviously something is wrong, and I want to get to the bottom of it," I shook my head. "Please tell me what I did wrong."

                She was quiet for a few moments before her body shifted, and she sat up against the headboard. In the dark, I could just make out her face and gorgeous eyes.

                "Niall...am I..." she bit her lip, looking away.

                "Are you what?" I whispered, scooting closer to her.

                "Sexy?"

                Her voice was barely audible when she asked, and I almost didn't catch it.

                She wanted to know if she was desirable? Really? Did she not know the effects she had on me?

                "Did you just ask if I find you sexy?" I questioned, wondering if I had heard wrong.

                "Yes..." she said, looking at me warily.

                I beamed at her, "Princess, you really are insane."

                Her face contorted in anger, and I knew she was about to yell at me for joking around with something she found serious. I just couldn't help myself.

                "Come here," I said, tugging on her arm.

                She rolled her eyes and climbed into my lap, letting me hold her around the waist and press a kiss to her temple.

                "I'm sorry if I did anything to make you feel insecure about yourself, but there really is something you should know, Y/N," I sighed, feeling slightly embarrassed about what I was about to say. "...I want you all the time. Night and day. When I'm here and away."

                "You do?" she looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide.

                I nodded, "Before, when we were making out, I was so turned on, but we haven't exactly done anything passed that. I didn't want to pressure you into anything or make you feel rushed, so as hard as it was for me to do, I pulled away from you and...um...went upstairs...to...uh...take care of myself."

                She laughed at me, "Niall, if you wanted to take it further, you could've just told me so."

                I gaped at her, "You mean...?"

                "Well...I am a virgin, and I would kind of like to be until we're at least fiancés," she shrugged, "but I don't mind doing other things."

                She had to know what she was doing to me. She absolutely had to.

                She basically just told me she wanted to take it further, and in that moment, I was reminded, yet again, how easily she could turn me on.

                 "What kind of other things...?" I smirked, pressing a kiss to her neck.

                She hung her head, trying to hide her embarrassment at my question and the smile tugging at her lips.

                "Come on," I breathed against her skin, "tell me."

                "Niall..."

                I could detect the laughter in her voice. She was happy again, and that was all that really mattered.

                "You're too cute," I whispered.

                She arched a brow, "Just cute?"

                I growled, tackling her to the bed and straddling her while I brought her into a passionate kiss, "Sexy as fuck, too."

Zayn: You Don't Know What You Are to Him.

                I let out a sigh of relief as I saw Y/N's face pop up onto my mobile's screen.

                I picked up as quickly as possible, practically shouting her name into the receiver.

                "What do you want?"

                She was pissed, and I now knew for sure that she had seen today's interview.

                "We really need to talk. I know you saw that interview, and I want to tell you everything that I said was a lie."

                "So we aren't best friends either?"

                "Don't take it that way, Y/N...Where are you right now?" I asked, leaning on the front door of her flat.

                I came to her place right after the interview, knowing I had to set things straight. I should've told her how I felt months ago, after our first kiss, because I had felt this way about her for a long time. I just wanted to make sure that it would work and that I wouldn't be rejected...

                But, now, I might have messed the whole thing up.

                "I'm at the mall with Y/F/N."

                "Alright. Come home as soon as you can. I'm outside your flat."

                "You're at my flat?" she sounded surprised.

                "Yeah. I am."

                "Fine," she sighed. "I'll be there in thirty."

                "Thanks, Y/N. I promise you it will be worth your while."

                "Whatever, Zayn," she uttered before hanging up.

                The nerves kicked in as soon as the phone was back in my pocket, but I knew I had to do this. I had to fix what I broke.

*****

                Y/N arrived at about the time she said she would, and when I saw her getting out of the cab, I ran over to her and grabbed her bags for her.

                She hadn't bought much, so at first, she protested; I had convinced her by threatening to pay the cab fare if she didn't let me handle them.

                Now, we were sitting in her living room, staring at one another. I so badly wanted to sit next to her for this, but considering she was still furious with me, I gave her her space.

                "Y/N...I guess I should apologize for being an idiot first," I said, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees. "I should've said most of the things I'm going to say a while ago."

                She didn't say anything. She just sat back on the couch, her hands in her lap and ready to listen.

                I inhaled and began my explanation, "When I kissed you...and started this whole thing between us, I never really bothered to ask if what we were doing was okay. I mean, I was the one who initiated most of the kisses and other stuff...I just assumed you wanted me as much as I wanted you..."

                I got off the armchair and leaned before her, taking her soft hands in mine, "But, Y/N, it was never just my sex drive that caused me to make a move. I've had real feelings for you...for a while now, actually, and that night, I was confused and slightly drunk...so I went for it. Obviously, it confirmed my feelings for you because I just never wanted to stop being with you after that."

                She was biting her lip as I confessed, and I could see the tears in her eyes.

                "I might've made the biggest mistake of my life today...because I ruined us by making you feel insecure. I wanted to make us official before making us public, and it wasn't until recently that I figured out that you liked me, too."

                "That isn't true at all," she sniffled, shaking her head. "I've liked you since I met you."

I know I've been doing this a lot lately, but when I started this blog, I was on vacation...I wasn't that busy. With work and school coming up, I'm just going to be busier, so I hope you Lovelies bear with me because I love writing for you guys. I've had a tough day today, so, unfortunately, I could not finish Part 2 of Preference 13. I apologize to all of you who were looking forward to it, but I will have it up tomorrow morning. I promise. Goodnight!

Sorry it took me soooo long. First, my computer spazzed and didn't recover the document. Then, the internet spazzed during my lunch break at work so I couldn't post this then. But now it's here, and done. Sorry to whoever requested it...I couldn't fit everything you wanted into one post, so I'm doing a part 2...which should be posted tomorrow sometime. I'm also working on the Titanic AU for all those people who have been asking about it. Thank you, Lovelies, for showing interest! It really fuels my desire to write. I just want to point something out with this preference. I know the requester wanted the boys to make you feel insecure, but honestly, most boys wouldn't go out of their way to intentionally hurt someone they care about like that (especially not our boys). So I hope you enjoy the preference, Lovelies!

- Chrissy

Master List

Part 2

Harry: You Meet His Childhood Friend.

                "Harry!"

                And your weekend in your boyfriend's hometown went down from there.

                "G/N!" he shouted, running up to her and squeezing her in his arms. "It's been so long since I last saw you!"

                She giggled as he spun her around, "I know!"

                He slowed down and lowered her so her feet were touching the ground, "So...where have you been?"

                "University, mostly," she replied, pushing her hair back from her face with a smile. "And I see you've gotten busy."

                She was looking at you as she said that, widening her grin into the fakest expression you had ever seen.

                Harry looked over at you as if he hadn't known you were here, "Oh. Yeah. This is my girlfriend, Y/N," he took your hand and brought you closer to him. "Y/N, this is my best friend from high school, G/N."

                "It's nice to meet you," you grinned, holding out your hand for her to shake.

                "The pleasure's all mine," she returned the gesture, taking your hand in hers for a firm shake.

                That was when Harry decided to pull you two into a bone-crushing hug, "Look at this. My two girls finally meeting! Now all we need is Gemma and my mum...and I'll be with all my girls."

                Well, you got your time with Gemma and Harry's mum. Loads of it.

                "Y/N? Could you watch the pie for me while I slice the bread?" Anne asked as she walked away from the oven.

                "Of course," you replied, taking her place.

                It wasn't like you didn't enjoy spending time with them. You loved Gemma and Anne as if they were your own family, but it hurt to know you were helping in the kitchen while Harry and G/N were out on the back lawn, preparing the corn to be cooked.

                Now, you were just like every other girl. Jealousy wasn't something new to you, considering Harry was constantly paired up with someone in the tabloids or being surrounded by girls, but this girl made your blood boil green with envy.

                You couldn't put your finger on exactly why she did. There were too many things to point at, and you didn't have enough fingers.

                She kept leaning on him, laughing her pretty little head off and putting her hands on his arms and shoulders. At one time, they were looking at each other, and their noses were nearly touching! You knew Harry would never ever hurt you, but you were worried. What if he decided he liked her as more than a friend? What if he decided to dump you for her?

                "Y/N...Please keep your eyes on that pie, Love," Anne softly reminded you over her shoulder.

                "Oh...Sorry," you murmured, opening the oven door to check on the apple pastry. "It needs a few more minutes."

                "Thanks, Dear."

                You looked back out the kitchen window, leaning on the counter. Outside, you could see G/N resting her head on Harry's shoulder while cleaning the corn. The sight brought tears to your eyes, but you figured you couldn't blame Harry. This girl was his best friend that he hasn't seen in years. Maybe you should just trust him and give them their space for the weekend.

                So that's what you did. When you all sat around the table for dinner, you sat next to Gemma and Anne, ignoring the animated conversation they were all having with G/N and only talking when talked to. After dinner, you stayed in the kitchen to help clean up while Harry went off with G/N again.

                "Y/N? Are you okay, Love?" Anne asked while rinsing another dish.

                You took the dish and dried it, "I'm fine, Anne."

                "You don't look fine, Y/N," she whispered, watching you put get on your tippy-toes to put the plate away. "You've been down since you came in..."

                You shrugged, "I'm just tired."

                "Hmm..." Anne regarded you suspiciously before sighing and deciding not to press the issue.

                Harry and G/N appeared again, in a cloud of giggles, once you and Gemma had settled down on the living room couch.

                Your boyfriend came over to you, letting himself fall into the cushions beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

                The minute you felt his hand on your shoulder, you got up bidding everyone goodnight.

                "It's only seventeen o'clock, Y/N," you could feel his surprised gaze on you, but you didn't dare look his way.

                "I'm tired," you whispered, heading towards the stairs.

                You heard him get up from the couch, and a few seconds later, his warm hand was holding yours, "Well, let me say goodnight."

                "Not in front of everyone," you frowned, pulling your hand away from his.

                "Babe..." he looked hurt by your rejection.

                "I'll see you in the morning," you put on a smile as you looked about the room before turning and taking the stairs two at a time.

Liam: He Says Something That Makes You Feel Like You're Not Giving Him Enough Space.

                "I've just been busy lately. Between my job and Y/N, there's just no time for me anymore, you know?"

                You weren't meant to hear your boyfriend say that. He thought you were upstairs in your bed with your nose in a book.

                "No...I'm not saying that. I just wish I had more time. Sometimes I miss the single life."

                Ouch. That hurt.

                "Not like that, Niall. I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying that I miss the days when I could come home and just sit on the couch, watch one of my favorite shows..."

                Maybe you two had gone too fast. Maybe you shouldn't have moved in with him at this point in your relationship, but he was the one who asked, pointing out that you two were obviously serious since you had been together for about a year and a half.

                "And I miss going to the club or bar with you guys."

                Why couldn't he do those things now? Sure, you hardly saw him as it was between your work and his; not to mention he would be leaving on tour next week for a few months...But it wasn't like you were holding him back or didn't trust him to go out with his friends.

                "I know Louis and Zayn manage to, but I don't know, Niall. I just feel bad about leaving her here alone. She isn't much of a partier."

                That was true. You weren't really one for clubbing or getting drunk, but that didn't mean you couldn't let loose once in a while.

                You were about to walk in and ask to talk about this when he said something that completely shattered you.

                "I'm kind of rethinking the whole thing. It's just not fun anymore."

                When the tears began to take form, you knew you weren't going to walk in there or talk to your boyfriend tonight. You also were going to go to bed thirsty.

                You had trouble sleeping that night, wrapped up in Liam's arms. You so badly wanted to pull away, but your heart was already too attached to him. You wanted to be happy with him, and more than anything, you wanted him to be happy with you. If he wanted space, you were going to give it to him, starting the moment you woke up.

*****

                "Morning, Love," Liam stretched while walking into the kitchen.

                You didn't look up from the bowl in your hands, "Morning."

                "So...what's on the agenda for today because it's a beautiful Saturday, and I was thinking--"

                "Well, I'm going shopping with Perrie and Jade today," you interrupted him, walking over to the boiling hot frying pan on the stove, "and then having lunch with them. After lunch, I have to go grocery shopping, and then I have dinner plans with a colleague of mine."

                "Oh...well, I guess we could always go to the park tomorrow..." he said, coming up beside you to wrap his arms around your waist

                "I'm sorry, Liam, but I can't," you shook your head with a frown. "I'm going to the gym tomorrow morning with Lou. We're probably going to pick up some Starbucks afterwards, so...you'll have to make your own breakfast tomorrow, if that's ok. "

                "Um...sure. I don't mind, but going to the gym doesn't take up the whole day," he pointed out, resting his chin on your shoulder.

                "After getting Starbucks we're going to go to this new spa I heard about from Eleanor, and that'll take up most of the afternoon. I also plan on seeing Lux when I drop Lou off at her flat."

                "How about we go for dinner, then?" he asked, letting go of you so you could serve breakfast.

                "I'd love to, but...I'm going to be so tired after all that, Liam. I'd rather just stay home and curl up with my book," you put his plate down on the island and took your seat.

                "But, this is our last weekend before I go away on tour..." Instead of walking over to where his dish was, he walked over to you and kissed the top of your head, "Don't you want to spend some time together?"

                You shrugged, picking up some eggs with your toast, "We'll see each other on Skype, and it's not like we don't have phones."

                "But, Y/N..."

                "And they do say that distance makes the heart grow fonder."

                He went silent after that and walked over to the other side of the island to sit down.

                It took everything you had to keep from breaking down then. Seeing Liam so hurt was taking its toll on you, but this is what he wanted.

                "I don't know what's going on, Y/N," he uttered, his eyes focused on his plate, "but I don't like it."

                You shrugged, picking up your dirty plate, "I just want some me time."

Louis: He's Been Seen Hanging Out With His Ex.

                What Does Y/N Y/L/N Think About Her Boyfriend Louis Tomlinson with His Ex?

                Louis Tomlinson Seen with Ex Eleanor Calder in Local Starbucks.

                Louis Tomlinson Cheating on Girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N?

                You rolled your eyes at the tabloid magazines as you made your way down the aisle at your local supermarket. You knew Louis had been hanging out with Eleanor. That was no secret, but Louis wasn't the type of person to cheat on you.

                All these pictures on the magazines, especially the ones of him kissing her or holding her hand, were taken back when they were together.

                Louis and Eleanor were just friends.

                So why did it bother you so much?

                You let out a sigh as you scanned the cards on the other side of the aisle. Louis' mother's birthday was coming up soon, and you wanted to send her a card. You weren't sure what kind to get, though, considering this was the first time you had to buy your boyfriend's mother anything.

                You bet Eleanor had gotten her a birthday present, not just a card.

                You groaned at your own thought process. Why did you keep doing this to yourself? So what if Eleanor was practically a model and smart and funny and...

                Shit.

                She was perfect for Louis, and you knew it.

                "There you are!"

                You looked up from the birthday cards and turned to see your boyfriend running down the aisle.

                "I got the two percent because it was on sale, and they didn't have any plain bagels left. I got poppy seed because you told me you didn't mind them..." he began rambling on and on while putting the groceries he had collected into the cart.

                You just nodded your head while looking through the cards, "Louis?"

                "...and there--Yes, Love?" he instantly cut himself off, smiling at you like the fool he was.

                His expression was contagious, and you soon found yourself grinning, despite your sour mood, "What kind of cards does your Mum like?"

                "My mum?" he looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Well, I usually get her something funny..."

                "But what should I get her, as her son's girlfriend?" you asked.

                "Well, Eleanor used to get her something sentimental..."

                And you don't know what he said after that because you just couldn't listen to him after he said her name. You didn't want to hear about his ex anymore.

                In the end, you picked a random card and went to the cash register. After paying for all your stuff, you went home and had dinner.

                "So...Y/N..."

                You played with the rice on your plate, moving each little grain around, "Yes?"

                "You know how I'm playing in tomorrow's football game?"

                You stilled your fork, "Yes..."

                "And..." he put his wine glass down, "you said you couldn't make it."

                You looked up at him now, "Yes. I have to work, unfortunately. Why?"

                "Is it okay that I invited Eleanor? She really wanted to come see me play."

                She could always watch him on the Telly. Why does she have to be there?

                You shrugged off his question like it was no big deal, looking down at your chicken, "Why are you asking me if it's alright?"

                "Well, there have been a lot of rumors going around lately..."

                "Yeah...so?" you asked, putting a piece of chicken in your mouth.

                "I just don't want you getting the wrong idea."

                "Why would I get the wrong idea?" you wiped your mouth with your napkin. "It's no concern of mine whether or not you hang out with your ex."

                "Are you sure?" he arched an eyebrow.

                "Why wouldn't I be? Should I be getting the wrong idea?"

                "No, but you are my girlfriend, so I sort of expected you to..."

                "To what, Louis? To feel insecure because my boyfriend is hanging out with his beautiful ex-girlfriend who is probably more worthy of him?" you were yelling now, and you really hadn't meant for it to get this out of hand.

                Honestly, though, he should've stopped talking about her after he got your consent.

                Louis just looked completely taken off guard, but eventually, he found his voice, "Y/N...I had no idea..."

                The sound of your chair scraping across the hardwood floor interrupted him, and you were glad it did because you couldn't listen to him right now.

                Or for the rest of the night.

                Every time he tried to bring up the subject or show some affection, you brushed him off. You really just needed your space; you had shown Louis a side of you that you didn't want to admit you had. You could play the part of the jealous girlfriend like a pro, even though you knew you could trust him.

                Finally, it seemed like Louis had had enough of your mood. He had stopped you on the stairs, grabbing your arm, "Y/N, we need to talk."

Niall: You Don't Feel Like He Wants You Sexually.

                "You're too cute, Y/N," Niall chuckled, sitting back on his knees as he watched you attempt to calm yourself down.

                "You..." you gasped, looking up at him with a lazy smile hanging on your lips, "you promised you wouldn't..."

                "Wouldn't what?" he smirked, knowing perfectly well what he had vowed to you.

                "That you wouldn't tickle me!" you exclaimed, scowling at him.

                He threw his head back in laughter, "And you actually believed me?" he looked at you, shaking his head. "You really are too cute, Y/N."

                Cute.

                Oh, how you loathed that word.

                In the beginning of your relationship with your boyfriend, you didn't mind that adjective at all, especially when he used it to describe you, but now...you were afraid he found you too adorable to, well, make a move...

                You two hadn't had sex yet, even though you had been dating for a year now and were living together. At first you thought he didn't want to rush it, which you were grateful for because you wanted to at least be fiancés before he took your virginity, but now it was getting kind of worrisome.

                Shouldn't he have asked you by now?

                Shouldn't he have made a move by now?

                Your thoughts were interrupted by a chaste kiss being pressed to your lips, "What're you thinking about, Princess?"

                You smiled at him, bringing his lips back onto yours, "You."

                "Me?" he smiled against your lips. "What about me?"

                This was your chance to make a move.

                Who said you couldn't have a little fun while keeping your virginity intact?

                "Mmm..." you hummed. "I'd rather not say..."

                "Why not?" he asked, kissing the corner of your mouth before trailing down your neck.

                "Because..." you gasped, arching your chest into his as your hands moved up the back of his neck.

                "Oh, fuck," he hissed against your ear, turning you on even more, but just when you thought things were about to get good, he got off of you and walked around the couch.

                "Niall?" you sat up, shocked by his sudden coldness.

                He didn't answer as he left the room, and a few moments later, you could hear his feet on the staircase that led up to the bedrooms.

                At first, you didn't know what to do. Did he want you to follow him up and continue in the privacy of your shared room? Did he not feel well? Did he not like it? Did he not want you?

                The last question made your heart jump up into your throat.

                He always was calling you cute or adorable...

                He had never called you sexy.

                Did that mean he didn't want you?

                Suddenly feeling very insecure about yourself, you decided to go upstairs and see what was wrong with Niall.

                When you entered your bedroom, the first thing you noticed was that the bathroom door was closed.

                "Niall?" you walked over to the door and knocked on it. "Sweetie?"

                "...yes, Y/N?" he sounded like he was in pain.

                "Are you okay?" you frowned, getting worried.

                "Yeah," he replied hoarsely. "I'm fine. Why?"

                "Well, for one, you kind of just left me there in the heat of the moment..." you chuckled nervously, "and two, the place you run to is the bathroom..."

                "Oh...don't worry about it, Y/N. I'm fine."

                Don't worry? How could you not worry when it was clearly obvious he didn't want to be with you sexually?

                "Okay..." you said, not caring if he heard or not as you walked out of the room and downstairs.

                Niall remained in the bathroom for another half hour before you heard the shower running.

                You sighed, lying down as you flipped through the channels on the Telly before finally settling on some Friends reruns. 

                But your mind wasn't on the Telly. You were too worried about your relationship with Niall. How could you two have a future together if he wasn't attracted to you sexually?

                Everyone had their needs, and if Niall didn't want you to fulfill his, he would eventually go looking elsewhere. This didn't necessarily mean he was going to cheat on you--because you knew he never would--but it meant your relationship with him would one day end because of it.

                The last thought alone made your heart ache.

                Deciding it was no use trying to get your mind of this, you turned off the Telly and headed upstairs to your bedroom.

                The shower was no longer running, but the bathroom door was still closed. On the other side, you could hear Niall humming She Looks So Perfect while he finished getting ready for bed.

                You, not wanting anything to do with him right now, changed as quickly as possible and got under the covers. You turned the lights off and turned on your side, facing away from the bathroom.

                You just wanted sleep to take you away.

Zayn: You Don't Know What You Are to Him.

                "So...I know all the fans want to know...who, here, is spoken for?"

                Only Liam and Louis raised their hands out of the five boys sitting there.

                "Wait...Zayn? Why isn't your hand up?" the interviewer asked, leaning forward on her chair.

                "I'm single," he chuckled. "You asked who was spoken for."

                "I know," she smiled at him, "but there has been a ton of photos floating around of you and that girl...what's her name...?"

                "Y/N," he replied, leaning back in his chair, "and we're just friends."

                "But some of those pictures show you two getting pretty cozy as well as holding hands..."

                Zayn shook his head, "Think what you want, but you asked me a question, and I answered it. Y/N and I are just friends."

                Well, now you were even more confused.

                From the moment you met Zayn Malik, he was an enigma to you, even when you were best friends. The stuff he said and did often threw you off balance and had you up all night, wondering what he was thinking in that beautiful head of his.

                But you were--until now--sure of one thing: the way he had been treating you lately went a little beyond friendly.

                It started with small gestures, him wrapping his arm around you as you walked down the street or taking your hand in his when you were walking through a crowd. Now, when you were public, his hand stayed firmly in yours even through the most deserted streets.

                In private, you and Zayn were constantly on top of each other, trying to get as close as two people could be. It never seemed to be enough for either of you, but on the flip side, he would have you over for a movie night or just to hang. During those times, he was so sweet, flattering you and giving you feathery kisses.

                You didn't understand what kind of relationship you had with him. You two never labeled your outings as "dates," and he never asked you to be his girlfriend, even though you wanted him to so badly.

                Now, it was quite obvious after that interview that your feelings were one-sided.

                So why did he treat you like this?

                For the sex?

                But sex wasn't the only activity you two engaged in...

                Feeling heartbroken and bored from contemplating the situation, you decided to turn off the Telly and do something else.

                So you called up Y/F/N.

                "Hey, Y/N! What's up?"

                "Nothing much. Kind of bored...so I thought I would call you and ask if you want to go out?"

                "Sorry...I don't swing that way," she said, making you laugh, "but I'd be glad to hang out."

                "Alright. Where?"

                "Well...I've been meaning to go shopping..."

                You sighed. Shopping was Y/F/N's go to, and she still got a monthly allowance from her parents. Money was no object to her.

                "Fine...but we're not going to any of those designer stores..."

                "But those are the best!" she whined.

                "They're also too expensive," you reminded her.

                She let out a sigh, "Alright, but we get to have lunch in the food court."

                "Deal."

                An hour later, you were walking through the mall with Y/F/N with one bag in your hand. You two had visited Victoria's Secret first since they were having this amazing sale on underwear. Now, you were scanning the stores for clothes to put over your new undergarments.

                Suddenly, you felt your pocket vibrate. You stopped off to the side of the walkway and took out your phone.

                It was Zayn.

                You ignored the call.

                Finally, you two found a store that satisfied both your needs: stylish and affordable.

                You started looking through a rack of dresses when your phone vibrated again.

                And it was Zayn, again.

                You rolled your eyes and clicked "ignore call."

                "Who keeps calling you?" Y/F/N came over to stand beside you.

                "Zayn," you sigh as a notification comes up.

                Zayn: y rn't u picking up, babe?

                "Are you two...?" she looked up at you after seeing the text, her eyebrows furrowed.

                "I don't know," you shook your head, putting your phone back in your pocket.

                "Oh..."

                "Yeah."

                After that, you went back to browsing and managed to try on a few things without being interrupted by Zayn. You found two dresses and a jacket you liked, so you left the dressing rooms and got on line.

                Y/F/N joined you, "So...how long have you and Zayn been...?"

                You shrugged, "A few months now."

                "And he hasn't revealed his intentions yet?"

                "Nope," you shook your head, "but you know how Zayn is..."

                "True."

                Your cell vibrated, and it wouldn't stop.

                Zayn: We need 2 talk.

                Zayn: Idk y u r acting distant, but...I need to c u.

                Zayn: Please, Y/N. Pick up ur mobile.

                Unable to take much more of this, you dialed his number.