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Fool

Louis: It’s been the quietest date night of your life which would have been pretty normal if your boyfriend wasn’t Louis Tomlinson. All through dinner he barely touched his food and said maybe ten words in all. Now he’s parking his car in front of your apartment building, and walking you to the door like he always does except this time without the laughter. You’re almost in shock when all you get is a quiet goodnight and a kiss on the cheek. “What is wrong with you, Louis?” You call when he’s almost down the stairs. “Are you okay? Are we breaking up?” His head jerks up and his blue eyes pierce you with a torrent of emotions. “I can’t sleep. I can’t think. And as you noticed I can’t eat all because I’m going crazy. I’m a fool over you and I just can’t figure out how to tell you.” You walk down so your standing a step above him. “I love you,” You tell him and those three words bring back the Louis you know. He pulls you against him, and kisses you like there’s no tomorrow.

Harry: He does a spin around you on his rented bike singing, “They see me rolling, they hatin.” You’re a little more hesitant being in an unfamiliar city without the big security men. “We’re just asking to be mobbed.” You mutter. There’s a wicked glint in his eyes as pulls his bike up beside yours. “I’M HARRY STYLES AND THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND.” He yells at the top of his lungs. The few people out walking the street don’t pay him any mind, and the cars just keep driving by ignoring the crazy kid in the beanie yelling out nonsense. “See?” He asks, nudging his foot with yours. “We’re fine. IM HARRY STYLES AND IM GOING TO GET ICE CREAM WITH THE SEXIEST SCAREDY CAT IN THE WORLD.” He yells once more. You shake your head at him trying not to laugh, “You’re a fool.” Instead of denying it Harry just leans over and gives you a kiss full on the mouth.

Liam: He takes his seat beside you, quickly greeting your shared group of friends. “You look beautiful,” He says quietly to you. You smile and shake your head at your best friend, dismissing his sincere compliment. Halfway through the dinner the waiter places a drink beside your plate. Liam speaks before you have a chance to, “She didn’t order that.” The waiter motions over his shoulder, “The man standing by the bar insisted I send this to you.” The whole table turns to see a very handsome young man smiling at you. Everyone sees the anger on Liam’s face except you. His eyes are narrowed and his jaw keeps clenching and unclenching at an impressive speed. Blushing like crazy you smile back, “I guess I should go thank him.” Liam watches helplessly as you walk away, knowing he’s the biggest fool for thinking he could only be friends with you.

Niall: “Just stay.” He suggests as you’re putting on your coat. You freeze, painful memories resurfacing of your last relationship. “I should just go. I have an early morning tomorrow…” You say quickly. “I can take you home as early as you need.” Niall persists. “I don’t understand why you don’t ever stay, or why you never let me stay with you. We’ve been dating for a while now.” The frustration in his tone makes you flinch. Of course he notices. Niall takes your face in his hands and his voice is gentle now, “Why?” You stare at his pink lips, too ashamed to look at his eyes. “The last time I got that close to someone…. He was a jerk. Wouldn’t call for days. One second he said he loved me, then afterwards he would scream accusing me of cheating. I was a fool. I let him control me. I can’t go through that again.” Niall lowers his head so you’re looking into his bright blue eyes, “I swear to God I will never, ever treat you like that. Ever.”

Zayn: He picks his cellphone up just to set it down again. After three hours he finally works up his nerve to dial your number. It takes another hour for him to actually push call. “Hello?” You answer on the fourth ring. There’s music and voices in the background. Zayn’s stomach drops when he realizes your out somewhere. Maybe even with a guy. “Yeah, hey.” He says trying to sound casual. “How are you?” He runs his hand over his hair, cursing himself for how lame that sounds. “Zayn,” You say and his heart drops at the way only you can say his name. “You just broke up with me. I know you aren’t just calling to have a nice chat. So what’s up?” He closes his eyes trying to think of words to take back the most foolish mistake of his life.

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