Louis: You and Louis were sitting in the kitchen doing your work for school and eating pizza. You hear your mom enter the house and slam the door, your dad following shortly after. They come into the kitchen and start shouting at each other, right in front of you and Louis. “EXCUSE ME! We’re trying to work!” You shout and they look at you like they didn’t even notice you two sitting there. “Sorry, guys.” Your dad mutters following your mom out of the room. “Gosh…” You mumble and drop your head into your arms that are crossed on the table. Louis places one of his hands over yours and you sign. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.” You say. You feel completely embarrassed that Louis just saw your parents like that. “What?” He asks and you look up at him just as your parents go at it again. “Like THAT! Fighting and arguing like children!” You exclaim in frustration. “Babe, it’s no big deal. My parents used to argue too!” He tries to comfort you. “But I bet you didn’t have anyone around while they did it! At least your parents had some dignity…” He shakes his head. “Not true at all. My parents argued in public on multiple occasions! Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. Sometimes we just need to get things out. Even if we’re not in the right place to do so.”
Harry: ‘Harry please come over. I need you.’ You hit send and curl back up on your bed pulling the blanket over you completely. You quickly receive a message back asking what’s wrong and you simply reply ‘Come in the back door of my room. I’ll explain.’ Fifteen minutes later, you heard Harry enter your room and he must have sped while driving because usually it took 25 minutes to get from his house to yours. He pulled the comforter back from covering you. Seeing your tear stained face and bloodshot eyes he immediately sat down on your bed and pulled you into his chest. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?” He asks, his calm voice soothing you instantly. “They’re fighting again.” You whisper. He has no need to ask who because you had called him over the week before for the same exact reason. “Awe, no. What on earth about?” He asks stroking your hair trying to calm your shaking body. “I have no idea anymore. It starts over something s-stupid and then t-they go on and on about anything else they c-can think o-f.” You stutter out through worsening sobs. “Sh. Sh. Sh.” He whispers, rocking you back and forth in his arms. “It’s going to be okay. I promise. They just have hit a rough patch. Everybody does.” You sniffle and look up at him. “You really think so?” He nods and you let a little half smile form on your face. “Thank you for coming over tonight, Harry.” You whisper snuggling down back onto him. “I’m always here for you, my love.” He whispers back kissing the top of your head and pulling the comforter over both of you.
Niall: You check your phone and realize Niall was going to be arriving any minute. You had been crying because of your parents and your freshly done make-up was all over your tear stained face. You sit at your vanity trying to clean it up and redo it, along with putting in eye drops to make your eyes less bloodshot. Somebody knocks on your door. “Just one minute!” You shout shakily. The door opens slowly and you groan. “I said one minute damn.” You mutter to yourself. Turning around in your seat you see Niall with a worried face entering your room. “Hi, Niall…” You say wiping your face. “What’s going on? I just got here and your parents-“”Are going ballistic? I know. That’s why I look like this…” You gesture to your only half redone face. “Like what? Beautiful?” He asks kneeling down in front of you and taking your hands. “This is not beautiful, Niall. This is sad.” ”Nope. You’re still beautiful to me. I don’t care if you’ve been sobbing for hours or if you’ve got messy beach hair or if you’re all made up because you think you need it. I think you’re beautiful no matter what.” Niall always knew what to say. Though it didn’t relate to your parents arguing whatsoever, he managed to get your mind off of it and make you feel a little bit prettier in the process.
Liam: “Do you want anything while I’m downstairs?” You ask getting up from your bed where you and Liam had been watching a movie. He shakes his head and you run downstairs for a drink for yourself. You stop halfway down, hearing your parents shouting at one another. You hear your mom say something about your dad being ungrateful and then he said something like why are you still here if you think that. Your eyes become blind by tears and you run straight back up the stairs and slam your door shut before sliding down it. You bury your head in your hands and bring your knees up to your chest. Liam gets off the bed and runs quickly over to you, falling to his knees next to you. “(Y/n)? What on Earth is the matter?” You lean into him and he puts his arms around you. “My parents were fighting. My dad asked my mom why she even stuck around if she thinks he’s terrible. Liam, what if they-“”No, no. Stop that right now. Nothing is going to happen. I’ve seen the way your parents look at each other and they’re in love. They’re just having a little spat. It will pass.” He explains trying to make you feel better. “How can you be sure?” You whimper. “I can’t be. But I think it will. Your parents are lovely together and if something ever happened to them I’d probably lose faith in love.” You nod your head, appreciating his honesty and the two of you just sit there in silence for a while as you get all your emotions out in the open.
Zayn: As you walk out of your room to head out of the house for your date with Zayn you hear your parents shouting at each other. You couldn’t believe they were fighting again. When you went into the kitchen for your keys they didn’t even stop. “Can you guys stop fighting for five damn minutes?!” You shout angrily before slamming the front door behind you. You got in your car and sped off to Zayn’s. When you got there you walked straight in and shut the door a little too hard. “(Y/n)? Is that you?” Zayn came down the stairs slipping his shirt over his head to see you leaning against the door with your head in your hands. “Babe, are you okay?” You shake your head, keeping it down and he comes over pulling your hands from your face. You lean into him your face full of anger. “My parents are fighting. Again.” You state plainly. Before he can answer you go on a rant. “It’s like they don’t even care if I hear! Like they don’t even try to stop when I come around! I just wish they would end it already!” Zayn’s face changed from worried to I-know-you-don’t-mean-that. “Don’t say that! You will regret it if something does happen! Do you want to just stay in tonight? We can cuddle and watch movies.” He suggests your favourite activity and you agree quickly, anything to distract you would be good right now.
