Louis: "On in 3!" Your band mate screamed to you. You were looking out from behind the curtain, looking for your boyfriend instead of at your competition. But Louis wasn't in the huge crowd of people, or backstage to shake your nerves off. You picked up the sticks to your drums when you heard the announcer calling out your band and followed your mates out to the stage. Through the whole song you looked for Louis in different parts of the crowd, at the bar, all over. You'd caught eyes with Liam and Niall, but the other 3 boys weren't there as they'd promised. You finished the show off with a fake smile and walked outside to meet Liam and Niall, questioning where Louis was or why he wasn't here. They shrugged and offered to get you a drink, which you accepted. You guys headed to your favorite bar, and to your surprise there sat Louis, Harry, and Zayn. "Baaaabyyyyyy." Louis said with slurred speech. He was drunk, and that just got you madder. "Let's dance babe!" He screamed to you. He grabbed your hand but you jerked it away. "Do you know how important tonight was for me?" You yelled at him. He suddenly sobered up, it seemed like he'd remembered what tonight was. "Your battle of the bands was tonight, wasn't it?" He asked. You nodded. He saw how angry you were and instantly grabbed your hand. "Did you win?" He asked. You nodded again. "Well, that's good." He smiled. "It would have been better if you were there to cheer me on." You rolled your eyes. "I know. I'm sorry." He sat you on his lap and put his chin on your shoulder. "Let me buy you a few drinks, we'll celebrate tonight. Tomorrow you can chop my head off." "Promise?" You said sarcastically. He laughed and kissed your cheek. "I'm hoping to get you so drunk that I won't have to promise."
Harry: You were sweaty and disgusting, but disappointed. It was 10 minutes into your game, and so far Harry hadn't shown up. Usually he'd be there 10 minutes before the game even started to wish you good luck. But at the biggest game of the season, you didn't even get a warning that he couldn't make it. 'Maybe he's just running late from the studio.' You made every excuse for why he was late but you still couldn't shake off how upset you were. You tried to focus on the game, if you didn't win you'd ruin it for the whole team. You spiked the ball and pretended it was Harry that you hit, which got over the net and hit the other team's side of the court. You were so mad at him. Your team was winning, 20 to 17. You needed one more point and you win the game. You won and the team wanted to go out to celebrate, but you refused, bummed out. You walked back home to see Harry asleep on the couch. He must have been tired after the day in the studio. 'Poor baby.' You thought, before hitting him with a pillow. He shook awake and looked at you with a smile. "Hey darlin'." He leaned in to kiss you but you pulled your face away. He finally looked at you all dressed in your Volleyball uniform and realized his mistake. "Flip, I missed the game didn't I?" He mumbled and shoved his face in his hands. "I'm sorry babe." He pulled you down into his lap and hugged you. "I was really tired, I'd been in the studio all morning and fell asleep. I'm sorry I couldn't be there." "We won." You mumbled. "I knew you would. Are you sore?" He asked. You nodded. "I'll make it up to you. I'm going to run us a bubble bath, I'll rub your shoulders." He winked and got up. "You just sit here and look pretty for now."
Niall: 3:50. It was official, Niall was 20 minutes late. He was also 10 missed calls late, 15 texts late, and hundreds of angry thoughts late. He'd missed your performance, was he really going to forget to pick you up too? You heard the sounds of a fast moving car screech in front of you, the passenger side window rolling down. Niall looked at you over his glasses, repeating "I'm sorry" over and over again. You gave him the silent treatment and slid into the passenger seat. "Those are some nice flowers." He said, referring to your bouquet of roses and trying to make conversation. "Thanks. Harry gave them to me. Because he actually showed up." You tried not to cry in front of him, but you were so angry that you couldn't help it. You two didn't say a word in the car after that. But when you got home, he pinky swore never to miss one of your recitals again. But if he did, you could give him punches.
Liam: You sat at a table with the boys, around a cake, decorations, and presents. Except the number of boys was low. Only four of the boys sat with you. "I'm sure he'll be here soon." Zayn reassured you. But your faith was running thin. Niall excused himself to make a call, but turned up nothing. "Why doesn't he ever answer the phone?" Niall sighed. You slumped into your chair and Harry put a party hat on your head. "Come on, Y/N, it's okay! We can still have a great party." Harry blew a noise maker and then all of the boys were starting a symphony. *** It was 3 hours later, the cake was all gone (mostly thanks to Niall) and now you only had to remove streamers and balloons from around your apartment. You were stuffing some of the last balloons into the garbage bag when you heard a key unlock the front door and the sound of it swinging open. "Helloooooo." It was Liam's voice. You instantly ran to the bathroom and locked the door, not wanting to see him right now. He knocked on the bathroom door repeatedly, begging you to open it. "You forgot my birthday!" You screamed. "Babe, please, open the door. I'm sorry I missed the party." You opened it and stared at him. "You didn't even answer the phone!" He looked at the floor. "I know, I know. But I didn't forget your birthday, okay? I was getting you this." He passed you a black velvet oval shaped box with a red ribbon wrapped around it. You opened it and pulled out the necklace you'd been eyeing for a long time. You looked at him and smiled. "I'm still mad at you for missing my party. But this helps a little bit." He laughed. "I'll make it up more to you tonight." He said, kissing your neck.
Zayn: "Where is your boyfriend?" Your brother asked impatiently. You could have asked the same question. Zayn was half an hour late and your family was getting cranky and hungry. "Can we just eat? He doesn't love you enough, he's not coming. I don't blame him." Your brother mumbled the last part. You flicked his ear and went off to call Zayn. All of your calls went to voicemail, and after 45 minutes both you and your family seemed to have given up. But all of a sudden the front door opened and Zayn's voice screamed, "Baaaaabe, I am starving! What's for dinner?" He paused in the doorway to the dining room, seeing your entire family sitting at the table looking angry. "Bout time." Your dad mumbled, earning an elbow to the ribs from your mom. "Zayn, can I talk to you in the living room?" You pushed him lightly. "I forgot all about your parents coming today, flip, I'm so sorry." You looked him in the eyes, red and watery looking. He was baked. "Where have you been all day?" "Louis'..." He said. You shook your head. "I have been waiting for you and you just went off and got high. What are you going to do now?" He grabbed your hand. "I'm going to try and make your parents like me." "I think it's too late for that. They've been here for nearly an hour, you didn't make such a good impression." "I'll fix it. Please." He kissed your cheek, knowing it was your weakness that made you forgive him instantly. "The eye drops are in the medicine cabinet, try to be normal. Please." You begged him. He nodded. "Anything for you. I'll make it up to you later." He winked and walked into the dining room with you.
