Louis: "You're such an idiot," you sigh, looking at the small poster of the boys you kept from a while ago. You look over Louis's face, a small, sad gleam in your eye as you rant off to it. "Why couldn't you just leave him alone? He didn't do anything to you ..." you mumble about the guy giving you heart eyes at the club. Turning over on your side, you continue to stare at the smaller replica of your boyfriend, making you even more upset. "I'm in love with a ... a ... ugh!" you groan, burying your face in your pillow just as Louis comes into sight at the doorway. He heard you, now watching you in amusement as he leans his shoulder against the door frame, his arms crossed over his tattooed chest. "Should I be concerned for you? Talking to a piece of paper?" He laughs, and you look up at him with a glare, immediately cutting him off. He walks over and lies down beside you as you talk, "Many girls will love that 'piece of paper.' Some guys, too." "No, some guys will love you and try to steal you away from me and I won't allow it." "Shut up, Louis. He did nothing wrong," you argued for the man for all he did was offer to buy you a drink. "That's the number one chat-up line, babe. You don't offer another man's girl a drink unless you're trying to show her a good time." "LOUIS!" And before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a hungry kiss, rolling on top of you as he kissed up to your ear, "And only I have the right to show you the best time."
Harry: Giggling as your taste buds become doused in whipped cream, Harry spoke up, "What do you think?" You cocked your head, tasting a hint of strawberry. "Strawberry shortcake?" "You're a genius." Nodding, you took your blindfold off, kissing him slowly, "I know." Smirking, he handed you a blindfold to cover his eyes with. After a few moments, he guessed majority of everything you fed him right before he kissed you and hopped up. "Where are you-" "Bathroom." "Okay ... Harry, watch ou-" And before you can get the words out, he walked straight into the closed door of his bathroom, making you erupt with laughter. He took the blindfold off and walked back over to you. Embarrassed but giggling, he whispered in your ear, "If you keep laughing, I might have to use these for something else." Walking off, you chuckled, actually pondering on the thought when you saw a piece of paper shining on the floor. Walking over to it and picking it up, you saw it was the latest photo shoot the boys did. Smirking, you eyed each of the photos, really only paying attention to Harry. "You're so good looking ... you are really too hot ..." "Thanks." Jumping, he laughed at you, "Talking to a poster?" "Shush." You groaned and he smirked, pulling you into his arms, "You know, you're hot, too," he winked before kissing you sweetly on the lips.
Niall: "Niall, I'm fine-" "Nope, not having it," he got up and put on his sneakers. Groaning, you clutched your stomach, "Niall, I am okay." "No you're not; you just threw up again, my love. No." And with that and no protest, he got up to get you medicine and soup like he promised. Not wanting him to baby you, you sighed, before getting up and running to the bathroom again. Washing your face and freshening up, you walked upstairs to your bedroom to call him before getting distracted by a poster that was sticking out from under your bed. Sliding it out and picking it up, you laughed, seeing it was one that you got as a prank from the boys a long time ago. You looked at each of them individually, Niall's brace, Liam's longer hair, Harry's defined curls, Louis's messy fringe and Zayn's blonde streak. Chuckling, you looked down at Niall, speaking quietly, "I love you so much ..." Giving it a small kiss, you heard a voice, "You're sick! No! No!" You laughed and looked up at the doorway to see Niall with a pint of Ben and Jerry's. "Knowing you, I know you'd want ice cream instead ... and I might regret this, because ... dairy ... but I want you to be happy." Smiling, you sat up on your bed and patted the space next to you. He sat down, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your temple. You opened up the carton and fed him a scoop before eating some for yourself. "I love you, too," he giggled, pulling you into his lap where he kissed your face.
Liam: Looking at your phone, waiting for Liam's text, you started getting restless. Heading out, trying to take your mind off of him, you head into the nearest deli. Buying a bunch of junk food, you see a magazine with your boyfriend on the cover. Neon colors and flashy fonts caught your attention, reading how there are free posters inside. Smiling, you remembered your old posters of the boys that you took down once you met Liam. You were scared he'd make fun of you for having them, so you got rid of them all by hiding them in random books and such. Heading back home with hands filled with bags and a mouth full of chips, you remembered where you put some of them. Putting everything away and going up to your bedroom, you opened an old novel and unraveled an old poster. Giggling to yourself, you set your phone down beside you and ran a finger over Liam's chiseled physique. "You bum, why won't you call?" You sighed before hearing a deep voice, "I'm sorry?" You looked up, throwing the poster behind you as you jumped up to hug him. "I thought you didn't have posters?" "Of course I did, most fans do, hi." He chuckled, snaking his arms around you as his face burrowed into your neck. "Hi, beautiful."
Zayn: Packing up your clothes, you turn to your wall, your posters filling your childhood room. You were now moving in with your fiancé and you knew you couldn't take them with you. "I spent a lot of money and time for you guys," you muttered, running your fingers over them. You giggled, some of them creased and others slightly torn at the ends. "So much time ..." "We love you so much-" Jumping from the sudden voice, Zayn started laughing at you. "Why?!" "I can ask you the same, cutie." "I ... shut up," you groaned, pushing past him and folding the rest of your clothes. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you from behind as his lips kissed your neck. "I'm going to take the rest of my stuff down ..." You nodded and he slipped away from you. Turning to your posters, you sighed, tearing them down off the wall. Sadly, you threw some to the side. You caught sight of them once more before you took them each and folded them into small boxes, stashing them away.
