Louis: The cracking of your fingers rings in your ears, before they start typing away at the keyboard, your eyes feeling dry from starring at your screen, your back hurting from being slumped, your legs numb from being crossed while you sit on the bed. Your hair hanging down messily. You reach over for the cup of coffee you had just gotten; you take a sip to find it was tea. You roll your eyes; your boyfriend had taken your coffee while you went to the bathroom. He had good reason for taking the coffee. You drink the coffee to stay up all day and night to work. You basically don’t sleep, you’re lucky if you get a whole 10 hours sleep in a week, not including the few naps Louis forces you to take. You admit yourself you’re a workaholic, well you are also over worked mainly because you are so dedicated, and Louis doesn’t like it one bit. You needed a coffee fix but you didn’t have the energy to get up, you continue typing away. “Louis!" you call, and he comes up the stairs into your room. “Yes?" “Can you get me some coffee?" “No" “please?" “No" “come on" you whine. Your hands cramping from typing too much now. “Nope, take a break, and go to sleep, haw a good night’s rest." “this needs to be done by tomorrow." “No coffee." “I’ll get in trouble." “You’re over worked you can’t get told off." Louis crosses his arms; you sigh, and just get up to go get the coffee yourself. “Y/N no" Louis firmly says, you know when he gets firm he is being serious about things. “You worked enough sleep." “No" “sleep." he says picking you up and putting you on the bed despite your plea for coffee. He takes your laptop away from you putting it up high so you couldn’t reach. You lay down knowing you weren’t going to win this time round. Louis hops on the bed and brings you into his arms, he starts to trace small circles on your arm, whispering sweet nothing in your ear, basically putting you to sleep.
Harry: Your hand shakes, fumbling around trying to get a hold of your keys, while you juggle your bag, and heavy files. You struggle to get the key in the door, but finally manage. A sigh releases from your lips, feeling the warmth of the house on your now so cold body. “Hey love." Harry’s voice travels through the so quiet house, “hi" you tiredly say, before you feel all the weight of your work off you. “Thank you" you let out relieved, Harry puts the stuff down and kisses your lips while you rub your very tiny stomach. “You were meant to be home 3 hours ago" Harry whispers, guiding you to the couch. He sits you down instantly handing you a cup of tea, “sorry" is all you can say, Harry sits down on the coffee table looking at you. He bends down and takes your shoes off, looking at your already swollen feet which are actually rather painful. You feel the sensation of him starting to rub your little feet, releasing some tension. “You are working far too much y/n" “I like my job" “no you don’t, you just don’t want to admit you’re over worked, you’ve been at work since 5, do you know what time it is?" “uh 8 pm?" you sigh, rubbing your stomach still. “Try 11" Harry unhappily replies. You sigh knowing he’s going to make you stop working soon; he’s getting fed up with you being over worked. He stops with the foot massage, before moving to your neck, relaxing you. He was truly amazing he knew exactly what to do. His massage was making you sleepy, but you still had work to do. You end up shrugging his hands away getting moody, and reaching for your work. You open them up, but Harry shuts them, “you’re home, not at work." “I need to do it." “No you aren’t doing more work; it’s already too much stress on you and the little tadpole." “he/she isn’t a tadpole; give me back my work" you whine as he takes it away from you. “you’re over worked, take the night off or I’ll do something about the matter tomorrow" “no you wouldn’t" you sigh, “I would go right now and tell your boss that I’m not happy with you being over worked and under paid." Harry replies clearly not bluffing. You roll your eyes and give in not wanting the work drama.
Niall: you’re a personal trainer, well on the side you are. Lately you’ve been juggling being the personal trainer and your daily job, which was a struggle. Your daily job was fine, you loved it, but being a personal trainer was much harder, it was very strenuous. You were lying in bed, not able to move, your body aching with every little movement you try to make. The thought of moving made you hurt more. Niall comes in the room on his phone and dives on the bed, you groan really loudly in pain, “wow what’s wrong with you?" he asks putting his phone down, “I can’t bloody move and you just jumped on the bed." you sigh, “oh sorry, why can’t you move what did you do?" “I don’t know" you lie; you know exactly what you did. You went the week with doing your usual 12 hour shift but all week you also did your personal training. You only usually do your training once or twice a week, but you had to do it all week, covering for another trainer. Your body wasn’t used to such the work out and now you were paying the price of over working. “So just suddenly you can’t move. Makes sense." Niall states, he knew exactly why you were aching sometimes he enjoys annoying you. You sigh loudly, “What was that? Was that Niall I am sorry I didn’t listen to you and not work out the whole week and also do my daily job?" Niall questions, you roll your eyes, “No" “what?" he asks now hovering over you. You couldn’t help but look into his blue eyes, “okay you were right and for once I was wrong." you sigh giving in, “I believe that is the second time I have been correct this week" “don’t get cocky doesn’t mean you will be right ever again." you jokingly reply, “yeah I heard that after marriage, the man is never ever right." “Who told you that?" you laugh, “Louis." “Why would he tell you that stupid information?" you chuckle, “because he was giving me marriage advice since we are getting married soon." “Well that isn’t entirely true, but after we get married it is fine if you want to always be wrong." you joke, “no, I want to be right sometimes." he smiles cutely.
Liam: You just got off work and you’re now slaving away at the kitchen table still working. Liam was hanging around probably writing some lyrics keeping out of your hair. It’s been a really long week this week, everyone was off work for a break but you weren’t allowed to take the week off. You were forced to work and take care of everyone else’s work. You were used to the work load so at first it didn’t bother you, but as soon as extra work was added to your pile today you felt like breaking down, crawling into a ball and crying. You’ve barely slept and haven’t even eaten; there wasn’t time for food breaks. You were trying to focus on your hand and the pen but your vision was getting blurry. You sigh not able to really see straight at the moment, “Uhm Li?" you call out, he was your last resort, and you are desperate to get this part of the work done before tomorrow. “Yeah?" “Can you do me a favour?" “Sure" he smiles coming over and standing next to your chair, looking at what you were doing. “Can you just write on these envelopes for me?" “sure but your hand writing is neater, you never let me write your stuff." he states taking the pen from your grip. “Yeah just need some help" you half smile, getting up to grab a glass of water, “is this okay?" Liam asks stopping you from walking further; you look down at the envelope while standing. Your vision was blury, “uh yeah keep going" you reply. The next thing you know you’re waking up on the couch, you see Liam looking at you and you were confused. “You’re not working anymore." he simply states, “what?" you question, “you’re not working you’ve done this too many times." “Done what?" “Passed out from over working." “Oh" “why is your boss over working you now?" Liam asks unhappily, you bite your lip, “everyone went on leave." “You’re not working anymore that’s it." “But-" “no buts, I don’t like you being over worked; we aren’t arguing over this, decision is made." Liam states, “you can’t make that decision" you mumble, “I can if your parents find out." Liam threats, he knows how protective your parents are so of course they are going to make you stop working and taking Liam’s side.
Zayn: “Can you come home?" Zayn says through the phone, “sorry I can’t" you sigh. You had been at the office two nights in a row and hadn’t been home, 48 hours in an office wasn’t the most fun thing to do but you had to. Your boss didn’t particularly like you but he liked your work ethic so you got stuck doing majority of the work. You quickly hang up seeing your boss walking to you, not even having enough time to say goodbye to Zayn. You were now sitting at your desk going through the paper work. You take a small break putting your elbows on the table and massaging your temple. “I have food" Zayn’s voice echoes but you thought you were hearing things. “It’s really good food" Zayn says again, you look and see Zayn standing in front of your desk. He comes over and kisses you, “I got food, and yeah" he smiles, “thank you but I need to work." “Come on, 5 minutes" zayn sighs really wanting to be with you. You nod giving in and take 5 minutes off to eat with Zayn. “You know" Zayn starts of saying munching on his food, “what?" “This office is rather boring and suckish" “It isn’t that bad" you reply, “don’t lie you don’t like it here." “New subject" you quickly say, but zayn continued. “Why do you stay here you’re over worked, it sucks and is boring?" “I need the money." “you really don’t you’re pretty well off" “no you’re well off with money, I’m not." “no let me rephrase that, we are fine with money sooo come home." “It isn’t as easy as that." you sigh, “You haven’t been home in 48 hours." “So you’re not home for months." “that’s different I don’t live in an office." “you live on a bus same difference." “no it isn’t I get to sleep." “Zayn not now." you whine, “you know what fine work, work until you can’t take it anymore and end up getting hurt." he snaps, “geez thanks Zayn" you softly say looking down, “I’m sorry I just hate seeing you being over worked." he sighs, “I know it won’t be for much longer I promise" you reply leaning over and pecking his lips.
