Harry: You were curled up on the bathroom floor, knees tucked up to your chest and head buried in your hands. Harry was at the studio, and you didn't want to bother him with your own problems, but it had become too much for you. Your best friend and you had a huge fight, over you picking Harry over her. It had been maybe minutes, maybe hours, when you hear the door open and close, then a familiar voice call your name, "[Y/N], I'm home!" You quickly stand up and look in the mirror, knowing instantly that there was no hope of fixing your appearance. You wipe your eyes, attempting to erase the black makeup on your cheeks, but your hands fall to your sides when the face you want and don't want to see most appears in the doorway. "Sweetheart," he whispers, and comes towards you quickly, wrapping his arms strongly around your body, brushing his fingers through your hair. "What's wrong?" he asks, and from his voice you knew that he would be there for you no matter what your answer was.

Liam: The hate was too much. Even opening your twitter start to become a disaster in itself. You would end up a wreck and the only person who could calm you down was Liam. Which was unfortunate because he was at a friend's birthday party, that would probably last all night long. Your eyes continued to scan the various tweets from girls you didn't even know, some of them calling you ugly, some calling you fat, and some saying that he was cheating on you or that he was just using you. You were under the covers of your bed, silently letting out sobs, your entire body shaking. That was, until you heard the bedroom door open almost quietly, and then you felt the bed shift, from someone's weight. "My darling, [Y/N]" he whispers and pulls the covers down, collecting your fragile body into his arms and holding you in his lap. He knew exactly what was wrong, so he just held you there, letting you grip onto his shirt and letting you get tears and snot all over him, but he didn't care. He would do anything for you.

Niall: You missed him. Horribly badly. It physically hurt you to not have him around everyday. He still had three weeks left of the world tour, and you couldn't deal with being alone everyday. You missed the way he would tease you and the way he would hold you and kiss you. Everything about him just ached in your heart. Yeah, he could call and you could Skype but it was never the same. You were currently sitting on the couch, holding his pillow in your lap, crying and getting it soaked with your tears. Your entire body stiffened and your tears almost froze when you heard the door open. Slowly, you shifted your eyes, and were still frozen in shock when you saw the blonde haired, blue eyes boy that you had longed for. "Niall," you say quietly, and stand up, sprinting to him and jumping into his arms. "What's happened to you?" He asks, holding you tightly, but incredibly concerned that you were crying. "I just miss you, a lot," you mumble and he nods, carrying you back to the couch, "Im back for you, even if its only for a weekend right now, I'll always come back for you."

Louis: Your mum and dad had just split. And it tore you apart. You drove home while you were a complete mess, praying that Louis was there, and nearly collapsed on the floor when you saw that he wasn't. He had gone out to lunch with the boys, because you had lunch with your parents, which had gotten done a little sooner than you had imagined. You stayed that way, basically crumpled up on the floor, sobbing madly until you felt a gentle hand touch your shoulder, You hadn't even heard anyone come in, but that was probably because you couldn't hear anyone over your loud cries. You were thankful that it was Louis and not a friend or any of the other boys, because he quickly sat you up and took your face in his hands. "What's happened to my beautiful baby?" He asks, looking at your face, almost searching for an answer rather than waiting for you to talk. He didn't even wait for a reply before lifting you up and carrying you to bed, holding you until you were ready to tell him everything.