Niall: “Do you need help Miss?” I run over to you as fast as I can when I see you fumbling with all the stuff in your hand. “Oh, no. It’s fine really.” It’s obvious that you’ve been crying, and the fact that you’re carrying a bunch of office stuff kind of tips me off as to why. “No, come on let me help.” I grab the box that’s about to fall from you so you can grab the dropped bags. “Thank you.” You try to smile, but it’s clearly pretty difficult. “Hey, don’t be sad. Everything happens for a reason, and when you fall you just have to remember to get back up again.” You look at me confused. People are no doubt staring since we’re in the middle of the park. “Yeah, well it’s kind of hard to do that when you don’t have any more money.” I can’t help but think that maybe you’re different. “Well, everyone has to start somewhere. So how about we go get some coffee, on me.” I smile and lead to the nearest Starbucks to buy you the first of many coffee’s that I have yet to buy you.
Louis: I turn out of the coffee shop and into the side ally as fast as I can as to not let anyone see me, and pull the flask out of my coat. The boys have been trying to get me to stop, but it’s not hurting me. The truth is, my drinking’s gotten really bad since you left, and as painful as it is to be drunk 24/7. It’s even more painful to be sober and have you constantly running through my mind. I don’t realize that I’m almost out of whiskey until I empty my entire flask into the coffee. I turn out back onto the street to start walking to the closest liquor store, when I see you. Standing there, your head hanging, a bottle of vodka in your right hand. I know I shouldn’t, but I walk up to you. I have nothing to lose anymore, so I might as well. Your eyes are dark and sad. I catch you try to hide the bottle out of the corner of my eye, so I pop the top off of my coffee and lift it just close enough to you so you can smell the alcohol. I hear the crash of the vodka on the concrete and feel your arms wrap around my neck before you begin sobbing into my shoulder. Suddenly it feels different, easier. I look at the coffee in my hand and throw it to the side so that I can hug you back, because I’ve wanted to for so long.
Zayn: “Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” In my rush to get away from the paparazzi I crashed into you and spilt my scolding hot coffee all over you. You breathe in a sharp breath of air through clenched teeth. “No! It’s okay.” You smile, but you’re clearly in a lot of pain. “No it’s not. Here let’s go get you cleaned up!” I grab your elbow and guide you through the crowd of screaming fans and flashing lights back into the coffee shop to get you some paper towels. In the middle of helping you out with the stain on your front you start laughing out of nowhere and push my away. “I’m sorry! I’m just extremely ticklish.” I can’t help but giggle at how cute you are. “Listen,” I stand up so that I can look you in the eyes “I’m going to get another coffee since I spilt mine you, do you want one?” You smile and nod, so I lead you to the counter and get two coffees. Luckily I don’t spill mine this time.
Harry: who would have thought that I would ever end up hating coffee? I can’t even stand to see a cup without internally going ballistic. I just can’t get that image out of my head. That’s what I was drinking when it happened, and maybe I would have ended up hating you if you wouldn’t have chickened out and left me the note. I’m glad I only hate coffee though. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up and made the usual two cups of coffee. One for me to help wake me up, and one to help you sleep when you got home from the night shift at the hospital. Yours was still steaming when I found the note. “My dearest Harold. I’m sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. Don’t bother making my coffee. I won’t be there to drink it.” Yeah, I memorized the note. Not that there was much to memorize. You didn’t even leave me with a goodbye. I broke the coffee machine that morning, and I haven’t had any since.
Liam: “For you my love.” I smile and hand you the coffee before climbing back into the warm covers with you. Every fifth Saturday is my favorite day. Just me and you. The kids with one of the boys, and the house completely to ourselves. I love the whole day, but I especially love the mornings when I can just lay there next to you and sip coffee and know that this is us, and we’re perfect for each other because we can both just lay there, and not say anything, and feel completely intent and loved. “Thank you baby.” You smile and kiss me once I’m settled. I don’t know how I became so lucky as to get a girl like you.
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