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Harry: You weren’t miserable. You were never exactly miserable. But you are not happy in the slightest. You knew there were other girls that he cared about more than you. The late nights, with you curled up all alone in your bed that you thought you would be sharing with him. And whenever you asked he would get angry with you, telling you that you were getting upset over nothing, and being stupid. So one day, you finally got up the strength to tell him that you were leaving. 

“Harry, I’m going back home. I’m not staying here with you anymore, bring all those other girls back here now,” you state, with the door slamming behind you.

And you thought that he didn’t care. That he was happy you had chosen to leave. That was, until you heard a soft knock on the door of your mum’s house. You had been staying there for a few days, and it still hurt you to even think about Harry. You opened the door slowly, wearing sweats and your brother’s hoodie, your hair pulled up in a bun, a few strands falling around your face.

“Y/N I’m sorry darling, I’m so sorry,” Harry says first, his green eyes seeming to be wet with tears as he steps in and wraps his arms around your fragile body. “Please forgive me Y/N, I love you so so much, I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner” he mumbles, tucking his face into your hair and squeezing you tight to his body.

Liam: “God, Y/N, could you just shut it for a second?” Liam groans and rolls over in the bed, turning away from you. He had been doing this a lot recently. Every single time that you brought up anything about loving him and saying you loved him before you went to sleep he would shut you down and stay silent. It had gotten to the point where you honestly weren’t sure if he loved you or not at all. Maybe he was just living with you because he didn’t have anywhere else to go. You would always turn over after he did, blinking away tears and taking hours to fall asleep, knowing that it only took him seconds. You would promise yourself the next time that you would say something to him. That would would tell him off, but it was so hard.

The following night, of course, was a repeat of the night before, and the night before, and all the nights before. And for some reason, tonight, you snapped. “You know what, Li? If you don’t love me then why are you here? Why don’t you just leave!” You end up screaming at him, tears already dripping out of your eyes. He quickly sits up, shirtless, as he always is when he sleeps, and crinkles up his face, not wasting a moment before grabbing your body and pulling you into his lap. “I do love you,” he soothes and moves his hands through your hair gently. “I do.”

Louis: Louis was the funny one; the one who cracked jokes 24/7 and did literally joke about everything. For a little, it didn’t bother you. You would brush off his little comments about your clothes and your makeup because you knew that he wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt you. But eventually, it got to be too much. You had never before told him how much it bothered you, but you snapped that second he made some silly comment about the way that you laughed. 

“Could you just fuck off for a second, Lou?” You nearly yell, causing him to jump, completely startled. “It hurts, you know? Whenever you joke about everything about me? It hurts Lou.” You state and turn your back to him, storming to your bedroom, assuming that he was thinking you were being ridiculous and stupid. 

Then, you felt a hand grab your arm and stop you in your tracks. “Hey,” you hear his soft voice in a whisper as he steps towards you. “Sweetheart,” he mumbles, a frown evident on his usually smiling face. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, taking your cheeks gently in his palms. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he states, again with a frown, and spends the rest of the day trying to make it all up to you.

Niall: Niall liked to go out. Which was fine, but he went out ALL the time. He would maybe stay in once a week if you were lucky. It’s not that you wanted to sit at home all the time and not do anything, but you didn’t want to go out every night, and honestly most nights, Niall didn’t even seem to want you to go out with him. You didn’t know if there was another girl or something like that, but of course you had your suspicions. Whenever you asked, his smile would fade and he would shrug, saying “Yeah, sure, I guess,” and then get all annoyed when you took any longer than five minutes to get ready.

One night, of course whilst it was your time of the month, you were curled up on the couch, a blanket covering your body and a chocolate bar wrapper on the coffee table. Niall walked into the main room, wearing skinny jeans, and a coat, and walks up to you. “I’m going out, might not be back ‘till late,” he shrugs and grabs a beer out of the fridge before he leaves. “Ni, do you think maybe you could stay in tonight?” she whisper, your voice soft, almost so soft that you weren’t sure if he could hear you. “What Y/N?” you hear and you sit up a little. “Niall, I just want you to stay home for one god damn night,” you sigh, trying to breath away the tears. “I want you to stay home, and lay on the couch with me and eat pizza and cuddle me because thats what boyfriends are supposed to do,” your voice rises just a little and you see him frown for a moment and then set down his beer. He silently comes back to the couch, takes off his coat, and sits down beside you. “Okay, princess, okay,” he whispers and kicks off his shoes, laying behind you and spooning you. “I’m sorry, my lovely, so sorry,” he mumbles.

Zayn: You hated that you loved him so much. You loved him so much and you knew he didn’t treat you right. The pictures would come out of him going out with other girls. Of course they were never touching or kissing so it’s not like you could prove that he was cheating, but you just knew. The worst part, though, was that you couldn’t leave. You loved him too much and it would kill you inside that you were so weak. You really didn’t know what to do.

Then, finally, a photo came out. A photo of him, kissing some girl in the back of a club. It was dark, blurry too, but it was real and you knew it. When you saw it, Zayn was at the studio, recording some new song that he wanted you to hear, but you didn’t care about that anymore. You needed to leave. Now. You ran upstairs and grabbed the only suitcase that you could find, and pack only things that were necessary, before sprinting downstairs, sobbing. You were a wreck. You swing open the door and nearly scream, still crying, as you run straight into Zayn. he quickly grips your shoulders and looks nearly as distraught as you did, but you couldn’t figure out why he cared so much.

Harry: 18. This song was the essence of you two exactly. Although now you both were much older than 18, you had known each other for many years previously. You were never sure if he really had loved you for so long, even while you were simply friends, but you were sure that he loved you now.

Niall: Fools Gold. Niall would always pull out his guitar on late nights, or late on lazy mornings that you two would share, and quietly strum the chords. He would sometimes hum, sometimes actually sing the lyrics, but regardless, he always meant it when he sang that he got lost in your beauty.

Liam: Illusion. Liam had actually written this song for you as a matter of fact. Therefore, you knew that every single word was honest and directed towards you. It was funny how you typically did feel that being with him was too good to be true, but for him, it was completely real.

Louis: No Control. Every single time that you attended one of the concerts, Louis would make sure that he could be staring at you all throughout this song. You would of course be blushing the entire time, but he meant every word, because you absolutely drove him mad.

Harry:

@Harry_Styles: I came home from tour to find @y/t/n like this, love the blue loads, it really suits you! Missed your craziness wayyy too much love!<3

Liam:

@Real_Liam_Payne: Got this picture in a message from @y/t/n today! Now I absolutely can't wait to go home and check it out for myself, it's absolutely gorgeous! Only 2 more weeks babe!:D<3

Louis:

@Louis_Tomlinson: @y/t/n comes home from a day out with Lou with her hair looking like this, I should've expected it, those 2 are nutters! It's beautiful babe!<3

Niall:

@NiallOfficial: So @y/t/n decided she needed a new look for Coachella, What do you guys think of it? I love it!<3

Zayn:

@zaynmalik: Can we all just take a moment to appreciate how gorgeous @y/t/n is? She dyed hair hair pink and it's so beautiful!:D Love you y/n!<3

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Harry: Recently, you had been missing Harry a lot. Everyday you would go to work, then come home and make dinner for yourself, then sulk around for the rest of the evening. You were simply sad. You’re face almost lit up the same way your phone did when you were sitting alone on the counter, eating your dinner. It was Harry calling. “Hey there,” you answer and smile when he replies with, “hello my lovely, what are you up to?” You smile to yourself and tell him that you’re just eating dinner, when you hear the door open. “Harry I think someone just came inside,” you whisper, your immediate reaction being that someone is breaking in. That all quickly faded when you heard in real life and on the phone, “darling you’re quite mistaken.” And with those words you sprint towards him and leap into his arms, smiling so widely that it almost hurts. “God I missed you so much,” he whispers into your hair.

Niall: You had been sick in bed all week and really had only wanted Niall to be there to take care of you and cuddle you. Unfortunately he was on tour, so your best friend came over, but Niall did his best to comfort you over Skype and over the phone. It made you feel a little better, but you wanted him there with you. You were currently watching your favorite TV show, and blowing your nose, when a face peeled through the bedroom door. And the face that you saw wasn’t the best friend that you had expected. It was the boyfriend that you loved. “Niall!”You say as loudly as your throat allows and he smiles, going to you quickly and laying beside you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “I don’t even care if I get ill from you,” he mumbles and kisses all around your face, “I love you.”

Louis: You were sitting in the corner coffee shop, your face buried deep in the pages of a book. A mug of tea sat in front of you, and everything was completely serene and peaceful. The only people inside were you and the barista, but when you heard the door open, it didn't even phase you. Or it didn't phase you until you felt someone place his hands overtop of yours eyes. "Hey!" You say angrily, assuming it was one of your friends, but a smile grew instantly on your face when you heard his voice say, "That's no way to talk to your boyfriend." You quickly threw your book down and jumped up, spinning around and wrapping your arms around him. "Now, see, that is the way that you treat your boyfriend," Louis smiles and wraps his arms around you also, burying his face into your hair.

Liam: Let's just say that today wasn't a very good day for you. You woke up early, already missing Liam before you opened your eyes, and then had to go to work all day, which was simply long and boring. By the time you pulled back up at your flat, you were exhausted, worn out, and just a little sad. You hadn't seen your boyfriend in months and you just wanted to have someone else around to love you and care for you. Slowly, your feet carried you to the door, and you fumbled for your key, sighing as you opened the door. Your fingers found the light switch and once you flipped it on, your jaw nearly dropped. There were rose petals all over the floor, and your small kitchen table was set beautifully for two. "Damn I missed your beautiful face," Liam says, stepping out of the kitchen, and you almost scream, running into his arms, with a smile unable to leave your face.

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.