Made In The A.M. Song Series
OLIVIA
Niall:
Remember the day we were giving up
When you told me I didn't give you enough
And all of your friends were saying
I'll be leaving you
Another fight broke out, one that was almost too common for the both of you to go through with. He had been home for less than a week, but had only spent a mere two, or less, hours with you. The whole time he had been away doing promo, you had sat at home and waited for him. You had waited countless times for him to so much as text you, which he never seemed to find the time to do. "Well maybe we should just end it!" you yelled, getting frustrated with all the noise the two of you had created. In an instant, he had shut up and took a seat on the couch opposite of you. He ran his hands through his unruly blonde hair, letting them swipe across his face. "That's," he stopped, taking a deep breath full of worry. "Is that what you want?" he asked, looking straight at you. You closed your eyes, shaking your head as a couple of tears slipped from your eyes. "I don't want that either," he said, shuffling over to the couch that you were sat on. His lanky arm wrapped around your shoulder and you were quick to fall into his arms like putty. "We're going to work through this, baby. I love you, I love you so much. We're going to prove them, the people who said we wouldn't make it, wrong. I love you too much to let you go."
Louis:
Please believe me, don't you see
The things you mean to me?
His heart felt heavy, this feeling was so unfamiliar to him. Well, all the feelings he has gotten since being with you had been unfamiliar to him. He was head over heels in love with you, but sometimes he didn't think he proved it well enough. He wasn't big on affection, but he tried. Boy did he try. He had known that you were hurting for a reason unknown to him, he thought he had been doing good with you. But inside your head, it felt like he didn't care about you as well as he voiced he did. It was more about what he did, or rather what he didn't do, than what he said. "Please, love," he pleaded, sitting on his knees in front of you. You were sat at the edge of the bed, head in hands as you tried to pull yourself together. "You missed it," you stuttered, keeping your head in your hands. He tried to pry them off of your face, but he had failed. "What?" he asked, looking confused. He had sat back and continued to run through things you could've meant when it came to him. He had missed an anniversary. He sighed, moving to place his hands on your thighs, squeezing them slightly. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to. You mean so much to me, baby. I've been so distracted, I didn't mean for it to happen." It got quite for a minute, then he began to talk again. "You know you mean a lot to me, baby. It was an accident, I swear."
Harry:
Say what you're feeling and say it now Cause I got the feeling you're walking out
And time is irrelevant when I've not Been seeing ya
You had been distant, ignoring all of his attempts at getting you to open up to him. He had spent countless nights trying to figure out was going on with you. All of his thoughts leading to a possibility that you were going to end the relationship. He had cried the night the realization came to him, but quickly pulled himself together hoping that it was just a far off thought. He knew that if he lost you, things would be horrible. If he lost you for good, he wouldn't know how to live life normally. "Do you want to break up with me?" he asked, looking at you dead in the eyes. The question had come out of nowhere, at least to you, and you had been caught off guard. You gasped, looking at him with huge eyes. You knew you were being weird with him, but you couldn't control it. "N-N-What?" you asked. He took a deep breath and asked you again, opening his eyes and letting his shoulders fall. "Of course not," you said. "Then why are you being distant? I need you to be honest with me, please," he said, desperately. It took a lot in you to finally tell him that you didn't know, but you were feeling so sad lately. Nothing seemed to feel right, up until he took you into his arms and told you that you would both get through it together.
Liam:
She's lying in bed with my t-shirt on, just Thinking how I went about it wrong
This isn't the stain of red wine, I'm Bleeding love
It had been months, literally so many months, since you had broken up with him. Yet he seemed to pop up every damn second of the day. He was always there, making an appearance in your mind. It didn't help that you kept tons of memorabilia that was tied to your relationship with him. He had left a stain in your heart, one that would probably never go way. Some mornings, after waking up from a drunken night out, you would be lying in bed with him old t-shirt on. The one that smelled of his strong cologne that made your nose happy. Those mornings made it seem like everything was right in the world, until the memories of what had happened between the two of you had flooded back in. One particular morning, you woke up to the buzzing of your phone, answering it before checking the caller ID. "Y/N," his voice spoke, making your heart in an instant. You sat up straight in bed, clearin your throat before answering him. A moment of awkward hellos, a silent break, and then it happened. "I miss you. I never meant for things to end the way they did. I need you," he said. You could hear the break in his voice and you had longed to be there with him, holding him in your arms like you had did countless times. "Liam," you started, sighing before thinking about what you should say next.
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Hey♡
I found this on tumblr and really liked it, thought I'd share that with you since Olivia is one of my favorite songs on the album!
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love you all
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