NIALL:
"So I'm not your favorite?" Niall asked quietly, after he had discovered all of your old posters, including the ones with only Louis on it.
"Ni, those were my old posters. You know that you're my favorite now." You comforted him, laughing as he had a blank look on his face.
You and Niall had decided to do a little spring cleaning for your mom's house and while packing your old bedroom, he had discovered the boxes of One Direction merchandise you used to keep. He was a little sad when he found out that you used to be a huge fan of Louis.
"But this.." He held up a huge poster of Louis. "..tells me that I wasn't your favorite back then."
You felt a pang of guilt as you watched Niall looked at you sadly with his baby blue eyes. You've never thought that Niall would take things like this so seriously.
"Ni.." You trailed off as he took out a black sharpie permanent marker, an evil glint in his eyes. He doodled on all of the posters, except the ones of him, his actions were quick and smooth.
"Oops. Guess we'll have to throw these away." Niall gave a loud sigh as he crumpled up the posters of Louis, throwing it into the huge garbage bag.
"You're lucky I love you, Horan." You muttered as he happily decorated the old room with his posters.
"Much better, don't you think?" He asked, spreading his arms out. You giggled as he went to burn the garbage bag so that you couldn't retrieve your old Louis posters.
LOUIS:
"What's this?" Louis asked as he waved an old scrapbook in the air, with the title 'One Direction ❤' written on it in pink marker. A cheeky grin appeared on his face as he ran away, trying to find some space for himself so that he could see what the contents were.
"Lou! Give that back!" You shrieked as you tried to grab for it but he was too fast for you. Opening it, he was greeted with pictures of Harry. Nothing but Harry.
"You made a scrapbook and filled it with pictures of Harry?" He asked dramatically. Pouting, he sat on the carpeted floor, his arms crossed.
"Lou, that was a long time ago." You sat down beside him, trying to get the scrapbook back. You were just a preppy teenage girl back then and you thought that Harry was the cutest because of his dimples and green eyes.
He ignored you, his eyes roaming around the room. He spotted a plastic cup filled with water and his cheeky grin came back. Shifting the cup all the way to the edge of the coffee table, he placed the old scrapbook under the table, right where the cup fell, spilling water all over the book.
"Lou!!" You screamed, shocked that he would do something like that. That scrapbook took you ages to finish.
"Oops, babe. Look at that. Guess you'll have to do a new scrapbook. How about making it a Tomlinson-themed book?" He ran to get some new scrapbook materials, throwing the soggy book away.
Coming back with different types of paper, markers, tape and pictures, you gave in and started to do a new scrapbook. One that was all about your boyfriend.
ZAYN:
"Boo, why?" Zayn asked, puzzled as he stepped into your old bedroom. Your dad had invited the both of you over for lunch and you were giving Zayn a grand tour of the house you used to live in.
Shrugging, you looked around, memories filling your brain with every look. Your four-poster bed. Your old dresser. Your closet. Your posters of Niall on every corner of the room.
"How come you don't have any posters of me?" Zayn asked, slightly pouting as he examined the posters with disgust.
"I do, Zayn." You opened your old closet, pulling out a cardboard box. "It's just that I was a huge fan of Niall back then."
"Oh." He opened the dusty box, pulling out a full length poster of him. "Now this should be on every corner of the room."
"Looks like this room is in need of a makeover." He started to pull and tug at the posters, tearing some of them in the process.
Laughing, you took down the posters of Niall and replaced them with Zayn's posters, making him smile as he helped you. Rolling your old posters and carefully placing them back in the cardboard box, you put it back in the closet.
"I like the room much better now." You grinned as Zayn stuck on the last poster that you had of him.
"Of course." He grinned, proudly admiring his great 'masterpiece'. You gave him a little peck on the cheek as he did a few touch ups to the new posters, making sure that they will stay in place for a long time.
LIAM:
"Wait, you used to fangirl over Zayn?!" Your boyfriend exclaimed as you shared with him your fangirling history.
"Well, yeah." You twisted your fingers, trying to recall why Zayn was your favorite band member back then.
"But why? Why wasn't it me?" Liam asked, sadly. A little pout started forming as he waited for you to answer his questions.
"I thought that Zayn's quiff made him special and unique." You explained, telling your boyfriend how your teenage mind thought that Zayn was the one who stood out due to his magnificent hairstyle.
"But you know you're my favorite now." You added quickly, just so that he knows where he stood in your heart. "And it'll never change."
"Really?" He asked, his eyebrows arched as he played with your hand phone, smiling at the silly lock screen wallpaper. It was a picture of you and Liam goofing around, wearing different types of weird hats and making silly faces.
"Yeah. I still have my posters of you." You leaned in and gave him a little kiss, hoping that it would help him feel better.
"What about Zayn's posters?" He gave you a look as you shrugged, indicating that they must have been thrown away or taken by someone else.
"I guess I only have your posters." You gave him another kiss, wishing that he would just forget about the whole my-current-girlfriend-used-to-be-a-fan-of-my-band-mate situation. Liam gave a little smile as you continuously peppered him with tiny kisses, giving you a huge kiss in return as well.
HARRY:
"Kitten!" You heard Harry yell for you while you were making grilled cheese sandwiches for yourself.
"What is it, Haz?" You asked annoyed as you entered the bedroom, sitting down beside him on the bed. He gave you a little glare as he pointed to his laptop screen, crossing his arms.
Looking at his laptop, you realized what website he was on. Your old tumblr blog. Some fans must have tweeted him the link to this blog.
It wasn't your old blog that made him angry and confused. It was the content of your old tumblr blog. You used to be a gigantic fan of Liam while you were a girly teenager and you decided to dedicate your tumblr blog to him.
He scrolled through the posts and the preferences that you had written of Liam, his blood boiling. "What's this?"
"I used to like Liam back then before I met you." You whispered as he clicked on one of the pages. It showed a picture of Liam wearing a spirit hood, smiling like a little kid.
"But Liam?" He asked, finding it ridiculous. "I thought that I was your favorite."
"You are now. Forever and always." You did a little pinkie promise with him, which made him laugh at how cute and silly you could be.
"You're not mad?" You asked, poking his right cheek as he shook his head.
"I'm not. Now, go make those sandwiches. Go on." He shooed you away so that he could do his own private things on his laptop, blocking your old blog on his browser in the process.
