Louis: Hours later, you heard the front door open and close and then Louis' footsteps thumped along the hallway to the bedroom. "Babe, that was harsh earlier. I know that it was and I didn't mean to bring her up. It's just that we haven't been dating for very long and Eleanor and I broke up just a few days before I met you. She was always supportive of my ink and when you said that it made me realize that not everyone likes tattoos and you might not be as into them as I am." "Yeah, but, I do like your tattoos; all of the tattoos in the band are awesome. Except for the select few ones like the moth and now your tiger. Can I name it though?"
Zayn: He stopped you before you reached your car. "Y/N! Please, don't go!" "Why, Zayn? Give me one good reason why I should stay? It's not like this is my fault! It's mostly your fault actually. There's not all that much I could've done to prevent it, but there's several things that you could've done." He reached you, wrapping a gentle hand around your arm. "Babe. please, don't leave me. If anything you should stay for the baby. I love you, you know I do. You surprised me though and I never meant that." "Fine, I'll forgive you, Malik, but I honestly don't want to hear about Perrie again while we're dating."
Niall: You continued to eat the rest of the heaping plate like that. Inhaling the pasta, sauce, and meatballs like they were air. "Y/N, stop. I don't want you to choke." He pulled the fork out of your grasp. "I'm sorry that I compared you to Amy, and I'm sorry that I said that about your weight, but to be honest, sometimes it is weird when I see you standing in the bathroom, looking at the mirror like you aren't skinny enough." "I don't have an eating disorder!" You whisper shouted. "I don't think I'm fat or any of that. I eat, you see me eat all the time! I just don't keep it on really well. The reason you see me looking in the mirror like that isn't because Im 'fat' but because I see my ribs and my hipbones sticking out of my skin. I know I look sickly thin, but I also know that I can't help it. No matter how much I eat, the pounds slide right off me, Niall. And I know Amy had a more full figure, but I'm not her." You crossed your arms and looked up to see him staring at you, more passion in his eyes than you'd ever seen before. "I love you, Y/N. And I have trouble gaining weight too, I mean, I once accidentally called Harry fat because I was jealous of his ability to be able to gain a few pounds. I'm sorry, Y/N, you're perfect. Sorry."
Harry: At the bar, he eventually came in through the door. It had begun raining since you sat down, and he had water dripping from the edges of his coat as he occupied the seat next to you. "Y/N, can I please explain to you why I said that?" You turned away from him. His cold fingers, touched your bare arm and you shivered away from him. "Please, Y/N? Can we go walk and talk?" You stood up and he followed you out, opening an umbrella over your head. It was already after one in the morning and the sound of the rain hitting the sidewalk and your footsteps were the only sounds for a while. Then, "I don't mind you being short, love. I like it because you fit against me like we were made for each other. And you're so much better than Taylor. For one, I know that you wouldn't write a terrible song about me if we ever broke up, and you aren't as clingy as her. Oh, and another difference is that I'm completely in love with you." He looked down at me as you passed under a streetlamp and the light caused him to appear to have a halo. "Alright, I forgive you, Styles. But for the record, I like being there to help you with things that are more at my level." You winked up at him. A few hours later, you were still walking around the rainy city when you saw the first tabloids being placed out with the dreadful lie of a headline.
Liam: It was a little while later when he'd sobered up a bit and he came back to the bedroom. "Listen, Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, okay? I just- Yeah, she had some nice boobs, but," he flinched away from your arm that swung over to hit him on the chest. He chuckled and continued talking. "I like your boobs a lot more, babe." Liam scooted closer and pressed his lips against my cheek. "I didn't get to say it earlier, but yours are perfect and I love them and I dream about them all day long. Is that what you want to hear?" He laughed again, and you turned onto your side, he pulled you closer so that your chests were pressed against each others. "Thanks, Li. I appreciate your admiration of my breasts." You pulled him into a kiss and picked back up where you left off earlier that evening.
