Harry: "Sweetheart, please... I hate hearing you cry when I can't be there..." he sighed softly, his voice sad on the other line. "I-I'm sorry..." you stuttered out, tears freely flowing as the messages of hate reflected in your eyes, "(Y/N), turn it off. Turn the computer off and just leave it. Please..." he begged. "I don't like it when you cry baby..." Not wanting to upset him anymore, you shut the computer screen and let out a shaky breath.. "Okay... Harry I'm so sorry for pulling you away, I just..." Harry cut you off with soft hushing. "I love you (Y/N). I'm glad you called, you don't have to ever apologize. You come first. Just put in a fun movie okay? And cuddle up with the sweater I left for you. No more social media until I can make this stop. Promise?" he cooed, his voice soft and husky. "I promise Harry... I love you too."
Liam: "They're getting a divorce Liam," you cried softly into the receiver, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow. "Love, no..." your boyfriend mumbled, his tone filled with sadness. "I can't say I'm surprised," you choked out, gripping onto the blanket. "Why don't you come over (Y/N). Get out of there for a while?" he offered, and you only took a couple of seconds to make up your mind. "I'll be right there." When you got to the front door, you knocked softly. A couple of seconds later, Liam was standing in front of you, a sad smile on his face. He took your hands and guided you in, pulling you into a tight hug as soon as the door was shut. "Stay here tonight sweetheart... you don't need to be around that right now." Again, your reply was quick. "Thank you..." "No worries... Let's go get your mind off if it cutie. It'll be okay."
Niall: "Princess, please take some deep breaths for me okay?" Niall said softly, doing everything he could to calm you down over the phone. "Okay?" he spoke and you listened, closing your eyes, doing as he guided you. "I-I'm sorry for calling you like this," you mumbled into the phone, playing with the sleeves of the sweater. "Don't even think of apologizing princess, I wish I could be there to wipe your tears and hold you tight..." he sighed sadly. "I do too..." you answered with a shaky whisper. "But baby, just remember that you're safe, and I'll be home in less than a month, and I'll always protect you from the scary nightmares. A small laugh left your mouth. You desperately wanted to be wrapped up in his arms again. "There's that laugh. I love you so much and I'll be there soon."
Zayn: After the police had left, you knew you couldn't stay in your home alone and feel safe, let alone go back to sleep. Despite the late hour, you needed someone with you, and Zayn was the first person to pop up in your mind. With shaky fingers, you dialled his number. "Hello?" his tired voice answered, and immediately, you broke down again. "Hey, hey (Y/N)? Boo what's wrong? Why are you crying?" His voice was much more awake now. With stuttered words and blubbering sentences, you finally managed to explain how the two men had broken in. "I'm on my way," he said quickly before either of you could say anything else and hung up. You wiped the tears from your face and sat in your brightly lit kitchen just waiting. When he finally got there, the two of you held onto each other and wouldn't let go. "You're coming to stay with me... no arguments."
Louis: "(Y/N), sweetheart, it's going to be okay," he cooed on the other line after you had called him in tears. "How can it be okay Louis?" you hiccupped, going to grab a glass of water to try and calm down. "She was my best friend..." All attempts to calm down failed as the phone call played through your mind over and over. A drunk driver had killed your best friend, the closest thing you had to a sister. "I know..." Louis sighed defeatedly. "Baby, I don't know what to say that would help..." You knew the only thing you needed was for him to be here at home, but you didn't want to say anything and sound needy. "Maybe I should come home..." he said as if reading your mind. "No, Louis, you need to stay with the boys," you protested, but it was if he didn't hear you. "Yeah, I'm coming home. You're more important right now," he said, answering his own thought. "Hang in there baby girl. I'll be home soon." "Louis..." "No, you're not doing this alone."
