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Tears

Liam: His arms wrap around your waist and you bury your head in his neck. "No, no, baby. Please don't cry. It'll be okay." He whispers as he rubs your back soothingly. You sniffle and clench his shirt tighter trying to hold it together, but the truth is you can't. The tears built up and now you can't stop. You two stand in your living room, seemingly losing track of time. He holds you while you cry and you feel safer in his arms.

Louis: He sees you crying and immediately his heart is breaking. He doesn't know what happened but he makes sure you know he's there. He'll listen to your troubles and hold your hand while you mumble out your story through tears. And by the end of it you're in his arms, curled in bed together with his voice whispering that it will be okay. And you know it will be.

Niall: As soon as the first tears fall hes in front of you with his thumbs brushing your cheek. He asks what he can do and you can't answer. Your shoulders are shaking and you can't see clearly anymore. He pulls you onto the couch and wraps you in blankets. He sets a box of tissues by your side and sits down. You move your head into his lap and he strokes your hair, letting you know he's there.

Harry: You're both in bed and you think he's asleep. You let the first few tears fall, but it turns into a storm. You're muffling your tears and sobs but Harry knows. He turns over groggy and still out of it, but awake enough to realize you're not okay. Silently he moves from the bed and out of the room which makes you cry harder. He comes back in with your favorite movies and an ice cream tub with two spoons. He smiles softly and holds out a spoon to you. You take it gratefully and let yourself fall into his arms.

Zayn: Your sobs can be heard as soon as you walk through the door and he's next to you in an instant vowing to make the person who hurt you pay. His fists are balled up and his breathing is shallow. He hands you his jumper and grabs his leather jacket, leaving in a rage. You sob harder, not feeling safe alone. Curling up on the couch and silently let your tears fall. Zayn comes back an hour later with bloody knuckles and a cut lip and eyebrow. His face softens when he sees you though. he finds the tissues and holds you, pressing little kisses to your forehead telling you everything is okay. No one will hurt you anymore. And you believe him.