Liam: Liam HATES when you're upset. He knows when you are upset, but you've never cried in front of him. You thought it made you look weak and vunerable and you knew it killed Liam to see you upset, but this time you couldn't control it. School was just getting so hard and so stressful, the only way to relieve anything was to cry. You lie face up looking at the ceiling as tears spill over and down your cheeks. You can hear your boyfriend entering the flat downstairs, but when you don't greet him downstairs, he wanders up the stairs. He opens the door and immediately gasps. He runs over and gathers you in his arms. "What's wrong?" he asks, obviously caught off guard. He's never had to do this before with you, so you can tell he's a little confused. You wrap your arms around his neck. "Shh, Y/N, just let it out... You don't have to tell me right now, I'll be here to listen when you're ready," he coos, rocking you gently back and forth.
Louis: You had just gotten your test grade back and you were devastated. Your boyfriend, Louis, and you had worked so hard to study and you got a D. You were so frustrated that you didn't even realize tears were falling from your eyes until Louis walked in and rushed to you, kneeling in front of you and wiping away your tears. "What happened?" he asks softly. You don't say anything. Instead you show him the test, looking away ashamed of yourself. "Aw, babe, it's alright. We tried... The most important part was did you try?" You nod your head, still looking at the ground. "Then that's all that matters. We will work on a different way to study and maybe talk to your teacher, yeah? I know you're super smart and this is just a small bump in the road. I promsise I'l help you through it," he promises, kissing your tears away.
Niall: You always loved to spoil your boyfriend, Niall. You loved to bake desserts and cook meals for him, and he was always willing to try it, no matter how the dish turned out. This time you were making him a chocolate cake to celebrate his birthday early. Niall was out with the boys while you were cooking. You danced around the kitchen getting out the icing and the platter to put the cake on. The oven dings and you slide on your oven mit and open the oven. You didn't even notice the hole in the mit until you picked up the pan and the scalding hot pan came in contact with your skin. You scream bloody murder, dropping the pan and flinging off the oven mit. You shout every cuss word you know. Niall comes through the front door just as you start to cuss. He rushes into the kitchen, looking from the cake on the floor up to you. His eyes widen as he rushes over to you and guides you to the sink, turning on the cool water. You feel the tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. Nialls soft fingers brush over your burn as the cool water dances off the red flesh. "You can cry you know. I'm not going to think you're weak or something... In fact, how are you not crying? I would be bawling," he jokes, still keeping your hand under the water. You let the tears fall as you rest your head on his shoulder. He wraps one arm around you while keeping your burned hand cupped in his other, still letting the water wash over your burn.
Harry: It was so hard being Harry's girlfriend. You were three years younger than him, meaning you were still in school. The girls at school were always so hard on you, and it was hard to find friends who actually liked you for you and not just for a way to get to Harry or one of the boys. You had gotten to know a girl really well, and you even considered her your best friend and told her things you haven't told anyone. Well, turns out she just wanted to use you to get to the boys. When you told her she wasn't getting anywhere near the boys, she let all your secrets spill and cussed you out in front of the whole school. You ditched class and raced to you and Harry's shared flat. You burst through the door almost in tears. You hadn't expected Harry to be home, but there he was on the couch. He looks up and immediately stands up. "Why aren't you at school? What's wrong? Are you ok?" he asks, getting closer. You slam the door shut and slide down the door. He picks you up like a child and carries you to the couch. You curl your fingers around his shirt. "You don't have to be strong for me," he whispers, running his fingers through your hair. You let yourself cry a little and a little more... and a little more until you are full out sobbing. "I don't care how long you need to cry, but just know I'm right here when you're ready to talk, okay?" You nod and continue to cry into his chest until your cries turn into sniffles and your sniffles turn into soft snores.
