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You make me....

Harry: “…Crazy. Absolutely crazy.” He breathes out slowly, brushing the loose strands of hair off your face, wanting better access to your forehead. “I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t breathe without you.” His lips murmur against your forehead, lulling you into a calm as he hugs you to his chest, your favorite place in the world. The simple night in had turned into so much more as he hesitantly told you everything he had been afraid to before. “But it’s a good crazy. It’s a crazy I want to have in my head forever. I just want you forever.” His voice is quiet, shaking, and sounds like home.

Niall: “…Want to be normal.” He admits, watching you closely from the small confines of the closet where you two were hiding from the mob of fans outside. His hands are tugging through his hair in frustration. “I want to take you out to a normal dinner and show you off without the hordes of girls and death threats.” You lean forward, grabbing his hands with yours, capturing his gaze again. “I don’t care. I just want you to be happy and this life makes you happy. I’ll always be here.” The smile you fell in love with is lighting up his face, even in this small space, and it makes everything worth it all over again.

Louis: “…Forget the world.” He’s at your doorstep, gazing at you like he’s an addict and you’re his only fix. “All I can hear are the critics and the hate and it kills me, but when I’m around you, it all goes away. You’re the only one who makes it all okay. 
I need you.” His eyes are hopeful, taking in the small nod you give, begging you to understand. And you do. Because all that exists in this moment is him- his deep blue eyes, the hair that looks so touchable, the vulnerability he hides from the world, everything you thought was true falling away in the wake of those slightly chapped lips on yours.

Liam: “…Feel safe.” He mutters, not meeting your eyes at his soft admission. Not knowing what to say, you do the only thing you can, wrapping your arm around his broad and shaking figure, holding him tightly to you as he continues. “I’m supposed to be the strong one, saving you, but you make me feel safe. Like the world is right and good and happy and I can’t be hurt.” He leans into you, voice cracking. He clutches you like a lifeline, and you stay that way, comforting him as he did to you all those times.

Zayn: “…Want to be better. You deserve perfection and a good clean cut guy who will be home everyday.” His back is turned to you, tense muscle in his back and arms visibly straining. You shake your head. “I don’t want perfection. I want you.” Your voice is sure. He shakes his head. “You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t want someone covered in tattoos and who can’t stop smoking. You should want someone you can take home.” Growling with frustration, you grab his shoulder and yank him around to face you, kissing him hard. “I love you. Just the way you are. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You mutter against him,feeling his sigh of relief rush over your lips.