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Harry: Crowds weren’t your thing. You got claustrophobic easily, and people pressing in on you didn’t help. Here, standing outside the overly crowded venue, surrounded by screaming girls trying to get to you, with only one security guard trying to help you, was maddening. But he was inside waiting for you, so you’d get there. The crowd was closing in and you felt like you were drowning, breaths coming faster and sharper. Panic was setting in when you heard your name shouted in a familiar accent. “Y/N! You okay?” A hand grasped your arm and you looked up, relieved to see Liam standing next to you, security surrounding him. Apparently you weren’t the only late one. “Are you okay? This is insane.” You shook your head at his question, looking for an escape route. “Don’t worry love. I’ll get you in safely.” Liam wraps an arm around your shoulder, covering you as well as he can, shouldering his way inside. “Sorry about that. At always a bit crazy.” He says as he drops you off with Paul backstage. “It’s fine. Thanks Liam. I don’t think I could have done that without you.” He smiles. “Happy to help Harry’s lovely lady.”

Niall: Surprisingly, it’s not your boyfriend who finds you after the article comes out. It’s Zayn sitting next to you quietly as you sit on the curb. He’s quiet and pensive, letting you seethe in silence for a few minutes. As you continue to throw rocks across the street though, he breaks the quiet. “It’s not true. What they said.” His voice is calm but you hear the pleading in it anyway. “I know. And that’s what bothers me so much. That people would say that.” You toss another rock, this time harder. He stands, offering you his hand to help you up. “Come on. I have a way to help.” Zayn hauls you off and 10 minutes later, you’re taped up and facing the punching bag, getting your first boxing lesson. “That’s it Y/N. Punch it out.” Your anger is soon extinguished on the bag, and you and Zayn are proud to show off your newfound boxing skills to your boyfriend.

Louis: Being pregnant sucked, and as soon as your husband got home, you were going to berate him for it. But right now he was in the US, finishing his parts for the upcoming album and you were stuck at Harry’s place until he got back. Your hormones were everywhere as the pregnancy progressed, and Harry had been riding them with you the past week. “I’m suddenly starving. I need ice cream. And pickles. With cheese on top. Maybe a little salsa too.” You proclaim one night, heading to the kitchen to satisfy your craving. Harry looks disgusted at your selection. “Is that safe to eat?” He asks in wonder. You stare at your bowl. “I don’t know. But I want it.” He sighs. “Let me try it first. Your pregnant, don’t want you throwing up some more.” Your jaw drops as he takes a bite and swallows. “Not too bad. Should be safe.” He hands you the bowl, having safely tested it out first.

Liam: This simply wasn’t working out. You stared at the offending guitar in frustration, more than done, but too stubborn to set it down. You had been bet by him to learn a song on it, and you had no intentions of losing. However, it just wasn’t happening. “Need a hand?” Niall almost scared you to death as he walked into the rehearsal room backstage, casually drinking a Capri Sun. “I cannot figure out the right chords.” You grumble, still glaring at the guitar. “Here. You just need a good teacher. I’ll help you.” Niall grabs another guitar from the corner and joins you on the couch, slowing placing your fingers on the right frets. It took some time, but before the night was over, you’d learned the song and won the bet, sharing your reward with Niall.

Zayn: The hate had been almost crippling lately, weighing down on you like a ton of bricks and you were at the end of your rope. Your phone was forgotten by your side and just lying down felt like the best option. Here you were, lying in the middle of the room with the lights off, glad for a moment that your boyfriend was in stage and couldn’t see you like this. The door opened, but you couldn’t be bothered to move. As a result, a body came crashing down beside you, having just tripped over your outstretched arm. “Ow, Y/N?” Louis’s accent was unmistakable. “Sorry.” You replied glumly. “It’s fine. You alright?” You didn’t reply. “I see.” He said quietly, staying down next to you. “Love?” He says.”Yeah?” You can practically feel the grin on his face. “Screw them. Screw them all. Just give ‘em the bird and move on. They’re not worth it.” You give a small laugh as he clambers to his feet. “Cheer up babe. You’ve got the sexy Zayn Malik to take home tonight. Can’t get better than that.” You can’t Help the guffaw that escapes you as he prances out of the room.

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