Harry: You weren’t Harry’s girlfriend; you were just his best friend that he spent a massive amount of time with. You always wanted to tell him that you wanted more, but you couldn’t, you didn’t know how to, your words got trapped whenever you saw him and you just smiled it away so he wouldn’t get suspicious. Besides why would he want you when he could have any other girl? You went to a bar with him, even though you weren’t the biggest fan, you knew that his boys were there and he hadn’t seen them for a bit as you stood there awkwardly with a drink as you watched Harry dance with someone else. You felt your heart tear in two and this time you couldn’t stand it. You wanted to dance with him, you wanted to have him, but you wouldn’t ever be. He always called you his mate; sometimes he decided you were like a sister. You bit your lip in frustration as you started to cry and walked away. You hated this feeling. You just wanted it to go away as you hiccupped and in your blurred vision you saw Harry run out worried about you, but you couldn’t say it.
Louis: You don’t know why you decided to do this torture as you looked away from Eleanor and Louis slow dancing at a friend’s wedding. You shouldn’t be here, but Eleanor wasn’t going to be able to make it until the last second and suddenly you were pushed to the side. You didn’t mind her showing up at the last second, but you felt hurt that Louis didn’t even bother to care about looking at anyone but her. They were always holding hands or touching each other as you sighed and looked down. You wanted to be able to hold his hand, be with him, but you knew how much he loved Eleanor and you couldn’t ever get between that. As they kissed you flinched and bit your lip from interrupting. You didn’t have anyone here that you could be with besides Louis, after all it was just couples out there and you took another sip of your drink. Watching how cute they were anymore would give you cavities, and make you die a little more.
Liam: You knew you had a crush on Liam, but you couldn’t tell him just yet. Even though he broke up with Danielle, you knew how he was throwing himself more into his work to forget the pain. You felt your heart race whenever you saw him and you tried to Skype with him as often as possible and he looked tired but happy. You missed him greatly as you sighed closing your laptop as you guys finished your Skype conversation, with you almost telling him, but thinking about what you’d have to go through, how mean some of their fans were, you weren’t sure you could handle it, or if Liam would let you. You missed when it was easier to talk to him, to call him, you should’ve confessed to him when you had the chance. But it was too late now, million of girls were pinning after him, why would he pick you? Maybe he didn’t like you at all and you were getting your hopes up for nothing. You wish you could turn back time to when it wasn’t as scary to confess to him.
Niall: I need to focus on my career. That was always what Niall preached, and you knew it. When you confessed to him after he made it to Simon’s house, when you confessed to him when he had his first concert, anytime you told him you liked him. You knew he knew that you actually liked him, not his fame, you were his support when fans didn’t seem to like him, you were the one that would bring him Nandos and pints when he was home. You were a good friend, and you were afraid that was all you’d ever be. You ignored the rumors you heard about him, but you couldn’t be afraid he’d really find someone that he loved. No matter how perfect everyone else thought you two would be it tore you apart that he didn’t see. And you couldn’t do anything about it, you just had to sit there helpless on the sidelines, falling for a boy you might never have.
Zayn: You would give anything to have Zayn look at you like he looked at Perrie. You just wanted to have him, his dorky, quiet, cute self. But you never could convince yourself to say it. You went quiet if ever asked about a crush and you could never think of a proper way of saying it. You just wished you could have him every time cute pictures of them would come out, or Zayn would talk about her. You sighed as you started to draw again, Zayn sleeping as you cringed hearing him mumble something about Perrie. You hated that. You hated that no matter where Zayn was, he would always mumble about Perrie. Those two may be really busy, but they made their moments count when they were together. When you walked in on them kissing a week ago, you broke. You couldn’t take this hopeless love anymore, yet your heart wouldn’t let you move on as you put a blanket over Zayn before leaving his apartment.
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