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»→19. Stay

Louis:It's been years since the last time you saw his glowing blue eyes, brown fringe and maybe his collarbones. I mean, come on, it was Louis with a large pizza box ringing your doorbell at two in the morning claiming he just thought of you. He laughed at something you said and few minutes later he was stumbling into the threshold of your flat. "Wow, I've missed you." He smiled leaning onto your bar with his elbow. Sighing into the silence, and he was staring. Not causal glances, no, full on staring. "Your staring." You mumbled into another bite of pepperoni pizza as he smiled and finally turned away with tinted red cheeks. "Sorry." He chuckled. He patted down his pockets and sighed once again, "I think it's time I go home." You glanced at the clock. Two hours have gone by. He sent you a smile, "Nice catching up with you." You smiled back but it was quite forced. He waved shyly, steps from the door, when you faintly whispered, "Don't go."

Niall:"I should go." He yawned, checking the time on his phone. Your window still open and letting some unwanted - but needed - cold air into your bedroom. You head was buried into the pit of his arm, hand curling around his chest as his heart beat thudded against your palm. "No." You whispered, your voice scratching at your throat, but given the time, which happened to be two am, you didn't think you needed to pay attention to it. He sighed happily, kissing your head before trying to untangle his limbs from your grasp but you had a death grip. "Please don't leave." He chuckled, your arms finally giving up on him. He stepped out of the bed, and started walking, or like, tiptoeing towards the window. A big makeup stain from were your head was, very visible in the dim lighting. "I'll see you tomorrow." "Niall, I mean it, please stay, just for tonight."

Harry:He laughed, bopping your nose after you screamed bloody murder at the Telly. "Harry, you know very well that I don't like scary movies." You yelled into his shirt when the little girl started asking where Charlie was again. He laughed again, bringing his hand up to tangle into the strands on your hair. Soothingly petting away the fear of the dark living room, but it wasn't enough as you screamed again. "Harry!" You finally yelled, stuffing your head behind his back to try and make you deaf so you couldn't hear anything or see anything for that matter. "Fine, fine, I guess I'll turn it off." He smiled turning off the tv. "It wasn't that scary." He mumbled while he pulled you from behind his back and into his lap. "That scared the shit out of me." Your nails dug into his maroon sweater, and eyes clammed shut against his protest to open them. After a few minutes, Harry's hands stopped petting your hair. "It getting late, mum will be worried." But you still clawed at him to stay put. "You can't get away that easy, styles. You wanted to watch the movie, you have to stay.

Zayn:He was asleep on your shoulder, warm breath patting down your neck sending shivers down your spine. His hands cupping around your waist to hold you unbelievably near him, suffocating your personal space, but you didn't mind all that much, it was different to have him this close to you unlike your sister or friends. This is what you get for even asking him to stay the night. Alone, by yourself watching supernatural because that's what he wanted to watch. "I kinda love you." You said deny whispered to his unconscious body. Running your hands through his dark hair and floppy fringe that lied on top of his forehead. "But don't tell Zayn I said anything because he probably doesn't love me back." You sighed, scratching at his scalp, feeling stupid for feeling the way you do. "I won't tell him, but I have a feeling he feels the same way too.

Liam:"Stay." He mumbled in the middle of the night, brown eyes piercing their way through the dark corners of his hotel room. You jumped, having not realized he was watching you change into your club dress again. You turned to the door again, muttering something like you had to leave, or your mum will worry. You weren't sure because it was the same moment he grabbed your wrist and yanked you back into the bed. Which might or might not of reeked of sex. "I said stay, please." He kissed your shoulder, hands sliding down the sides of your dress until he found the zipper. Liam gently pulled before you were coming undone again, melting away at his touch. "Stay." He slid the dress of you, lips attaching to your skin .