Louis: You had been helping Louis move into his new place all day, despite the fact that he had a large team of movers. You had redesigned his new apartment so he wanted you and you ‘expertise’ to put it all together. As much as you’d like to have unpacked by the end of day, you actually spent it playing with bubble wrap and throwing foam peanuts at each other. “One in the morning…Shit, Louis…my mom’s gonna be looking for me," you say, standing up off the floor and starting to scurry to collect your things. “This would never happen if you just lived here, you know," he finds your cell phone and throws it to you. “And life would just be 1000 times easier," You conclude for him, zipping up your jacket and starting to walk out the door. “No really," Louis says seriously, “this place is way too big for just one person."
Harry: “I never see you anymore," Harry says, kissing you on the cheek as you walk through his door. “You’re the busy one," You tease, laying your car keys on his counter top and taking off your shoes. You were very comfortable at Harry’s house and made it sort of like your own. “If I could come home every day and just see your beautiful beaming face, that would be it I could ask for in life," Harry replies, sitting down on the couch and putting on the show you recorded on his television, “I mean this house is basically yours. You’ve taken over my closet, ‘fridge, the TV, and you even have your products in my bathroom. The only thing missing is you." You plop down on the couch and Harry throws his arm around you. “Don’t tease me," you warned, cuddling yourself into Harry’s side. “Who’s teasing?" Harry asks, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a copy of his house key.
Niall: Niall opens his apartment door to see tears streaming down your face. “Babe is everything alright?" He asks, pulling you into his arms. You shake your head and sob into his shoulder for a while before he speaks up, “Y/N, why don’t you go inside while I make you some tea?" You nodded and followed him back into his apartment. After managing to calm you down, Niall asks you to tell him what had happened. “My mom again. She doesn’t understand," You try not to start crying again, moving even closer to Niall and burying your face in his neck. “Well why don’t you move out?" Niall suggests, looking right at you. “Yeah, and live where?" you pout “With me," he replies, wiping the tears from under your eyes. He kisses your cheek and hands over his keys.
Liam: You sit down at the table with Liam. The place was gorgeous; candles everywhere, roses all around, and a glass ceiling above you, giving you a perfect view of the stars. You and Liam always went out for dinner, but nowhere like this before. Liam looks at you nervously before kissing your hand and asking you what you would like to order. You both ate and talked about the usual things work, friends, the boys, family. By the time you are ready for dessert, has already ordered it for you, sensing what you had wanted. When it arrives, Liam pulls off the necklace he’s wearing. It is a small necklace with his house keys on the chain. “Y/N, I’ve been waiting to ask this all night. I know it may seem soon, but I want you to have this. It’s not only a copy of my key for you to come over all the time, but it’s the key to your new home, so what do you say…move in with me?" Liam asked, rushed. As an answer, you grab the necklace from his hands and put it on yourself.
Zayn: You had been on tour with Zayn for over a month now, in between school years. You were getting used to living on a tour bus, except for the occasional car sickness. Like every other day of that month, you woke up in Zayn’s arms, on his excuse of a bed on the bus. “No, five more minutes," you heard Zayn mumble as you started to get up to get ready for the day. So you laid silently in his arms until he broke the silence, “Y/N, Last night I couldn’t sleep…and I realized when we’re on a break from tour I don’t want to not see you every single morning; not seeing your face every morning would be hell," he takes a deep breath. “Malik, are you asking me to move in with you?" You ask, sitting up, facing him and raising an eyebrow. “That’s exactly what I’m asking."
