Louis: “No babe, you have to kick the ball harder so it gets into the net" Louis tried to teach you some football in your backyard and let us say that it isn’t your biggest talent. “Lou can we go and get some ice cream now?" You asked a little bit frustrated and annoyed that football was so hard and you couldn’t really play it. “Okay babe but I have to teach you soon" he said smiling while taking your hand in his right one and the ball under his left arm walking towards the little ice cream parlour near your house.
Harry: “You have to trust me (Y/N)" he said green eyes were filled with anger and hurt. He was hurt that you believe all those stupid rumours about him hooking up with other girls, he was hurt that you didn’t see the real him, the real caring Harry. Magazines and all the media were filled with bullcrap about Harry and you couldn’t take it anymore. "(Y/N) you have to trust me because I love you and would never hurt you. Never" he said again holding you close, scared that you would run away and leave him all alone.
Niall: “Princess you have to press the X button to pass the ball" Niall said for the hundredth time while showing you how to play FIFA. You sat on his lap; his arms under yours holding his own control. “But it’s so hard" you whined tired of trying to move the players on the screen. Suddenly Niall started to clap, you looked at him confused and back at the screen, you scored a goal. You started to jump of happiness and smiling widely but didn’t know that he let you win this time just to see you happy. He would do anything for his princess.
Liam: “Liam darling, you have to wear more tank tops," you said sitting on the edge of the bed watching your half naked boyfriend searching for a shirt in his closet. “And why is that?" He took his head out from the closet smirking at you. “Ehm you know it’s hot outside and-" he cut you off. “I look hot in them is what you are trying to say, right babe?" He asked with confidence while pulling a simple black tank top over his head. You just blushed and couldn’t help but take a peek at him.
Zayn: “I’m tired of this Zayn, you have to quit smoking it will kill you" you screamed angrily while taking the cigarette from between his plump lips. “I can’t, why don’t you understand me, I can’t anymore" he screamed back standing up from the couch. His eyes were boiling with anger while he run his hand through his black, thick hair. “I will help you, I swear Zayn! We can get through this together. Yeah?" You asked with hope in your voice and eyes, you would do anything you could to make him stop smoking.
