Liam: You and Liam needed to buy some furniture for your flat. You went to a little boutique downtown London. You looked around and found a beautiful ottoman for your formal living room. “Li, how about this?” you asked him. He nodded, “Looks good babe, let’s go get someone”. You smiled and you both went up to the front. “Hi, I’d like the brown ottoman at the back?” you asked the lady. “Oh I’m sorry, that actually isn’t for sale. It was just a display.” You were disappointed. “Oh… Okay” you said, and you turned to go look at something else. “What do you mean not for sale? If she wants it, she gets it. Do you know who we are?” Liam asked. You’re stunned. The clerk just looked at you. “Liam!” you gasped and you pulled him towards the back of the store. “Liam. You and I are normal people just like everyone else. You don’t get special treatment because you’re Liam Payne, where are your manners?” you asked, feeling like a mother talking to her child. Making that feeling more dominant, Liam bowed his head. “Sorry Y/N” he said in a low mumble. “Don’t apologize to me” you said, crossing your arms. Liam went up to the front, apologized to the clerk and promised to leave her tickets to the next show in London.
Louis: You and Louis were out on Bond Street in London. There were fans blobbing around you two. Louis usually signed autographs and took pictures with pretty much every fan he met. You expected the same today, until you looked up at him and saw his face. “Oh my god, you guys drive me nuts. Move. I’m trying to go home” he says, pushing his way through the group of young fans. You were shocked, and you let him go while you took pictures with them. You got through all of them and went out to the car where Louis was waiting, texting the boys. “What the hell Louis? You understand that those girls made you One Direction. You need to be more thankful to them, without them you’d be just another guy from Doncaster. You better think about that before you are so rude” you said as you sat into the car. The ride home was quiet until you were a block from home. “I was a total jerk back there” he said, and you nodded. “You have some explaining to do, babe” you said. He pulled into the drive and pulled out his phone. He set it to video and handed it to you. You hit the record button, and he started. “Hey guys, I wanted to apologize to all the fans who were at Bond street today. I was in such a foul mood and I should have never taken it out on you. I hope you all forgive me and, to make it up to you all I am going to video tape myself pranking Y/N and you can all laugh with me.” “Hey!” you shouted from behind the camera and Louis laughed. “Love you guys! Sorry again!” He took his phone and uploaded the video to twitter.
Harry: You and Harry were out to dinner. You were ready to order, but the waitress hadn’t come to check on you. You could tell Harry was getting annoyed. Finally, you saw her coming over. “Hi, welcome to Gauthier Soho, my name is Abbey and I’ll be your server” she smiled. “Well about time Abbey. You realize I have been waiting here for at least twenty five minutes? You know I am a busy man. You really ought to speed up the pace, I should complain to your manager.” You were shocked. Did Harry actually just say that? “I… I’m sorry Mr. Styles” she mouthed, tears in her eyes. She took your order and walked away, her shoulders bouncing up and down from crying. You threw your napkin at Harry. “Are you stupid? She was doing the best she could. You know I used to wait tables, imagine someone spoke to me like that” you said, whispering so nobody would hear but harsh. Harry looked down. You got up and made your way to the back of the restaurant where the kitchen was. Abbey was leaning against the wall, still fighting tears. “Come here girl” you pulled her in for a hug. You remember when you were just seventeen and how fragile you were. It was almost a decade ago, but you knew how Abbey was feeling. “It’s my first day, Mrs. Styles” she said through tears and your heart broke further. “My husband is insensitive sometimes, Abbey. Please don’t let him get under your skin. I can tell by how perky you were that you’re great at this” you said, smiling. She smiled back and you headed back to your table. “You made her cry, Harold” you said firmly. “No…” Harry said, guilt washing over his face. You two ate and Harry acted extremely nice to your waitress. At the end of the meal, he left a 35% tip and told her there would be two front row tickets to the Olly Murs concert next week with her name at the box office.
Zayn: “Do you think you’re going to buy anything tonight?” you asked Zayn on your way to the fashion show. “I don’t know, if you see something we will get it” he smiled. He wanted to spoil you, so he took you to an up and coming designer’s show. The designer’s name was Julia Klein, and you had already been seen wearing her clothes. When you showed up, you went to get your seat. You guys were second row, because Julia was from London and her friends and family came to support her and were sitting front row. “Is this a joke?” Zayn said, looking at your seats. “What?” you asked, picking up your name tag and goodie bag and sitting down. “Get up, Y/N, I can’t believe she put you and I in the second row. You’re the only reason this girl has a name in fashion. How ridiculous” he said, walking away. You grabbed his hand as you noticed Julia’s mom and aunt turn around. “Stop. You’re embarrassing me. How can you talk about someone like that?” you said. Julia’s mom and aunt stood up, offering their seats and to your horror, Zayn accepted them. “Are you mad?” you asked, still standing. He looked up at you, confused. “I’m so sorry. Please tell Julia I appreciate her invitation. I’m going to sit here, and you’re welcome to sit with me” you say to their family. Julia’s mom sits up front. You sit and Zayn stands. “I don’t know what’s come over me” he says to Julia’s aunt. “Please, have a seat” he says. He sits next to you and you give him the silent treatment. Right before the show starts, you get a twitter notification. You check, and its from Zayn; ‘excited to see @jkleinfshn’s new line tonight, and sorry to @Y/T/N for making an ass of myself, i hope you forgive me’. You smiled, but didn’t talk to him until the end of the show.
Niall: You and Niall were going to a friend’s party. You had to take a cab, because you were both going to be drinking. “I called, they said we need to wait about forty five minutes” you groaned. You were already late, and it sucked that this was going to make you later. “What?! That’s ridiculous!” Niall said. You waited, his anger rising, until the cab pulled up. You grabbed your purse and as you stepped out, you head Niall talking to the driver. “You should be thankful I’m paying for this ride. You guys had the balls to make my girlfriend and I wait forty five minutes? I could make more than you make in a month in forty five minutes, mate.” Oh god. You walked over and pulled Niall away. “Shut up. You are so rude. Who do you think you are? How would you like it if your dad went and did plumbing at Louis’s house and someone talked to him like that.” Niall was quiet, and you both got in the cab. You saw a picture of two girls hanging from the rearview. “Are those your daughters?” you asked sweetly. The irritated driver lightened up a little. “Yes, that’s Mya and Paulette” he smiled at you in the rearview. “They’re beautiful!” you smiled back. “Yeah, it’s Mya’s birthday today but I took the extra shift so I could afford to buy her a good gift” you smiled. He reminded you of your own dad. “What are you trying to get her?” you asked, and you watched the driver go from warm to tense again. “Tickets to One Direction” he spat, and Niall bowed his head ashamed. “Well, don’t worry about paying for them, Niall will leave tickets for you at the front with meet and greets. For you, your daughters and your…” “Wife, of nine years” he smiled in the rearview. “Thank you so much Y/N, I really appreciate it” you could see tears forming. “Hey mate, where do you live?” Niall piped up. The driver gave his address and Niall put it in his phone. “I am going to come by for a visit tomorrow as a surprise for your daughter’s birthday. Would that work?” “Yes! That would be wonderful thank you!” he smiled, and a tear fell. When you got out, Niall tipped him big and told him he’d see him tomorrow, and you were proud that Niall corrected his mistake.
