Harry: There was a knock on the door of your flat, so you got up of the bed, and calmed yourself down. Wiping the tears off you face as you walked over to the door. You opened it to find Harry standing there, with a beautiful bouquet of roses in his hands. He smiled when he saw your face, and handed you the flowers. You didn't reach for them though, or even acknowledge them. You only stood there looking at him. He sighed seeing you weren't going to take them. "Y/N. I'm sorry. I over reacted. If you don't wanna go on tour then you don't have to. You can stay here. I promise I'm not gonna go out and find someone else while I'm gone. Believe me baby, there is no one else for me. And I know, that I won't be able to leave, knowing the girl I love is no longer mine, and it's my own stupid fault." You still stood there, without saying a word. Harry had really upset you earlier. You were so upset, you told him you were done. As soon as you said it, you knew you didn't mean it, but then Thought about it, and began to think it was for the best. You didn't want Harry to feel tied down while he was on tour... But now he stood in front of you, a look of true sincerity on his face, and you were having second thoughts. "Harry, I love you so much. But I feel like if I make you stay with me, if you do stay with me, you'll end up resenting it. Or worse. You'll end up cheating..." You trail off and A hurt look grows on his face. "Y/N. I would never resent you. You are the best decision I've ever made, Hands down. And as far as cheating on you, I'd hate myself if I ever hurt you. I just wish you'd understand that!" He turned around and began to walk away, and you realized there was no way you could let him leave. You'd die inside. Again. Harry wait!" You call. He quickly stops and turns around, waiting for you to keep speaking. "I love you.. and your right. I'm so sorry." You run to him, and he opens his arms wide, catching you in a huge hug. You cry a bit into his shirt, and he kisses your head, whispering, "I'm never letting you away from me again baby."
Zayn: You were sitting on the couch of your flat, a tub of ice cream in your hands, and 'The Notebook' was on replay in the DVD player. There were tissues all over the living room, and It was storming outside, so you were wrapped in several blankets. You and Zayn had just called it quits, and you were absolutely miserable... Suddenly, your phone began to ring, making it jump up from its spot on the table. You picked it up, not bothering to look at the caller ID. "Hello?" You asked. "Y/N? It Zayn." Your jaw tensed, as you were trying to keep yourself from crying at the sound of his voice. "Zayn I really don't wanna talk to you -" "Please.' He interrupted. "Can you just come outside for a second? Please?" He had to be absolutely insane. It was cold, and raining... Plus, you didn't even want to see him! "No." You replied into the receiver. "Fine. But I'm not leaving until you do. And it will be your fault when I get sick." You let out a sigh. He was being incredibly immature. "Fine. But I'm only coming out for a second." You hung up, and checked your reflection in the mirror, almost fainting at the sight of yourself. Your hair was a mess, So you pulled it up into a messy bun, and wiped the smeared makeup off your face. Grabbing your jacket you headed downstairs to the lobby, where you found Zayn standing outside, leaned up against his car, soaking wet and waiting for you. You knocked on the glass trying to get his attention, not wanting to go outside and get wet. Eventually he saw you, but refused to come inside, motioning for you to come out. "Ugh" you let out a grunt as you pushed open the door and ran over to his parked car. "Why the hell did you make me come out here?!" You ask, already feeling the rain soak your hoodie. "I needed to talk to you." "For gods sake Zayn, did it have to be in the rain?!?" He took one of your hands in his own, ignoring your complaint. "Y/N, we've been broken up for 5 hours, and I am going completely insane. I can't do this. I can't live without you... Please don't make me. Tell me you'll be my girlfriend again." You looked up into his sad eyes and knew immediately You felt the same exact way, But you didn't know if this relationship was good for either of you. The two of you stood there, soaking wet, in silence for a moment, before you finally answered, "I can't live without you either. And if your willing to stand out here in the cold, rain waiting for me, I think I need to take you back." A huge smile spread across his lips, before he pushed them against yours. It was absolutely romantic.
