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Louis: “And then I find out she’s been telling anyone that’ll listen that I’m an attention seeking whore,” You’re shaking with sobs as you conclude the story. “I thought she was my best friend, Lou. God, I’m so stupid.” He sits there folding you into his arm as you finally give in to the tears. “She’s a bitch,” His voice is tight, and there’s a muscle jumping in his jaw. “Doesn’t have a clue what she’s talking about because in fact, she’s the attention seeking whore.” His hands grip you tighter as you take a few shuddering breaths. He wanted to call the girl up and give her a piece of his mind, but he couldn’t make himself let go of you. “I love you, baby,” His presses a long kiss to your temple. “Just wait till I see her…”

Niall: There it is, the magazine article that had blown up your mentions is finally in your hands. The front cover is of Niall and some ‘mystery girl’ leaving a club last night. You hold it up to him when he walks into the kitchen. His face clouds over with anger as he reads it. “She’s pretty. Great photo of you two.” You’re trying not to laugh. Niall frowns, “Yeah. Those photo shop people are real geniuses.” He moves closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you up against him. “Whoa there,” You say. “How would your mystery girl feel about this?” He hugs you tighter, making you gasp. “Who the hell cares. And I distinctly remember being with you allllll of last night…”

Harry: Babe,” He says from the drivers seat of the Range Rover. “What in the world are you doing?” You immediately stop trying to push your tiny A-Cups together. You’re too upset by their size to be embarrassed. “What do you think about me getting a boob implant?” He makes a face but keeps his eyes on the road, “I’d think ouch, because it would probably hurt. I… I don’t like it.” One hand on the wheel, Harry’s other reaches over to cup the back of your neck, “You’re perfect just the way you are.” You lean your head so you can place a kiss to his inner arm, “Aw. But wouldn’t you enjoy bigger ones?” You jiggle your ping pong sized boobs. His cheeks go a dark pink, “I enjoy them a great deal just the way they are.”

Liam: You finish the joke, and look at Liam expecting him to burst out laughing. At first he looks confused, but when he see you’re finished he gives you the dullest laugh you have ever heard. “Ha ha hahah.” A You punch his arm, unhappy your joke didn’t have the proper effect. “Hey!” He exclaims. “No need for violence.” You frown at him, “That was such a fake laugh! You didn’t even think it was funny.” “Yes I did.” He says. “Funniest joke I have ever heard. Will Ferrell can’t compare…” You hit him again. He’s really laughing now as he pulls you agains his chest, “You are too damn cute, babe.”

Zayn: You’re just about asleep with your head on Zayn’s shoulder in Louis’ living room. It had been a quiet night of take out food and a few drinks. There’s the sound of the movie, and mostly talking that’s keeping you awake. “I vote she stays,” Harry says suddenly. “I second that,” Louis pipes up. You feel Zayn shake as he chuckles, “Good to know that you approve. I wasn’t so sure if I liked her but now I’m sure.” “No really,” Harry continues. “You guys just go together.” Zayn’s fingers trace slowly across your forehead. “She’s amazing, like unbelievably amazing with all of it. The fans and the bullshit they put her through. She’s so real, no fake shit like most girls.” You smile to yourself and scoot closer to him, utterly content.

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