Harry - you watched the balls of his knees under the material of skinny jeans. He wrapped his palms around your thighs to keep you sitting on the edge of the bed, “babe, I have to tell you something…” he shook quietly, with a bowed head down to the floor and your feet fidgeting nervously.
"Haz," you dealt a smile, holding his chin with delicate fingers to make him look up, "what’s going on?"
"I… I did something, babe…" his voice broke, "I slept with another girl last night, babe… I’m sorry…" he choked, blinking to snap tears welling, "I’m so, so sorry, babe, I feel so bad… I… I wasn’t thinking, I…"
"Don’t even," you groaned and flung his hands back from holding you, doing enough to stand, "you… you cheated?"
"Babe, please," Harry struggled with his weight, still kneeling, "please, I’m so sorry…"
"I’m done…" you set your lips in a line, before you screeched, "I can’t believe you, you… you’re a fucking dick, Harry, and we’re done!"
Liam - "Babe," you leant over in bed to his words, "can I tell you something?"
"Sure…" you smiled, resting on your side with an arm up and the other tracing a circle into his stomach. You brushed the covers down further, to tease up the hem of his t-shirt and trace into the skin, "what’s up, babe?"
"Don’t…" he took your hand and leant it away from him, wriggling his shirt back down, "don’t do that… I don’t deserve it…"
"Li," you worried your eyes, murmuring in the dark, "what are you talking about?"
"Babe…" Liam groaned down with the word through an exhale of air, shifting his body up to sit, bending knees and burying his head, "I cheated…" you barely caught the words out.
"You… you what?"
"I…" Liam choked, voice in a line like sobbing, "about a-a month ago, some girl in a bar, I went into the back room with her… I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I…" he wiped his top lip, peering up, little light in the room for him to see you, shocked, "(Y/N), please, I would never hurt you, I swear, b-babe, I can’t… p-please, say something."
"I…" you rounded out, quietly like you were frozen, "I don’t know what to say…"
Louis - ”You’re all quiet tonight, Lou…” you kicked his foot under the table, smiling under lashes, “what’s up?”
He toyed the pasta around his fork, before glancing up, “um, I’m okay, babe, I’m okay…” he coiled the words into a sentence, fragile voice for them.
"No, you’re not," you smiled over to him, leaning one hand across the table, "babe, what’s up?"
"Shit, okay…" he murmured down, flinching away from your fingertips stretching to his wrist. He stood up, tossing down his napkin, "babe, I have to tell you something…" he paced the floor.
"Lou," you stopped, "you’re scaring me. What’s up?"
"I…" he stopped his words back, biting down on their taste and chewing before he reassembled them. He moved closer to you and knelt in front of you, "(Y/N), I don’t know how to tell you this," his voice broke over the last word.
"Lou," you held his cheek, "come on, it’s me… what’s up?"
"That’s just the thing," tears welled in his eyes as he took one of your hands, "I…" he peered down to hide from you, "I’ve been cheating on you, (Y/N), for about two months now…"
"Wha-" you blinked, like you didn’t hear him, "what?"
"I broke it off last night, (Y/N)," Louis gasped, looking up. He squeezed your hands tighter so you couldn’t jerk away, scared eyes, and his voice broke every second, "babe, I swear… I never meant for it to happen. I never meant to hurt you or do this to you, it was… it was a distraction and it was stupid and I know that now…"
You tugged up until he let go, “fuck you, Louis,” you growled.
"(Y/N), please," he gasped and he tripped on his knees after you.
"Save it," you turned back at the doorframe, "I don’t even care…"
Zayn - his hands fiddled their way into yours, fingers entwining where he could hold you, warm skin down to comfort you. He squeezed for a second before he blew out a shaky breath, “(Y/N), I…” he sat next to you on the edge of the bed, body perching, “I did something last night, I…”
"What are you talking about, babe?" You bit your lip into wondering, nudging his shoulder to get his voice out again.
"I… I cheated, babe, fuck…" he groaned, tossing his head down, "I cheated on you, babe… I’m so sorry…"
You stilled, body freezing inside the sentence, “you… you what?”
"I cheated… babe," he looked up to you, watery eyes, "I didn’t mean to… I was drunk, and some girl, I…"
"Did you sleep with her?" You shook, blinking as if it could stop tears from making tracks down your cheeks.
"No, I…" Zayn moaned, clinging to your hands with a body shaking under the weight, "babe, I… I stopped before it got that far, I swear. I didn’t…" he found your eyes, "I love you, babe, I can only ever love you."
"Then you’ve got a pretty crappy way of showing it," you snapped and stood up, hands falling where they dropped and you rushed out of the room and downstairs to your car.
Niall - ”Babe,” you looked up when he stepped into the bedroom, “can we… can we talk, princess?”
"Yeah, sure," you set your book down, patting the bed. He ran a hand through his hair, not sitting, pacing the floor. He shook, eyes a little red when you saw them, "Niall, babe…" you laughed nervously, "what’s… what’s up?"
He turned to look at you, and a tear spilled, “babe…” his voice cracked, “I…”
"Hey," you rushed over and he fell into your arms, standing over the bed where you knelt on it, rubbing his back with flat palms as he scrunched his fists and hugged you, close to him, squeezing more than anything, "hey, talk to me" you tried soothing him, "what’s going on?"
His head settled on your shoulder and your’s by his neck, he choked again, “babe, I… I did something bad the other night, I…” he shook again, “I slept with someone else… her, she… I slept with her, babe, I cheated…”
You froze, holding him. Your palms stilled on his back and you stopped breathing for a second, before you were wriggling limbs to loosen him and meet his eyes, “you… you cheated?” You swallowed thickly.
"Babe," he groaned, "I’m so sorry…" he shivered, swaying in front of you unsteadily, "I… I didn’t mean for it to happen, I swear. We were at a club and there was… babe, I… I love you…"
"But you cheated," you nodded once, sliding back. You picked up your book and chuckled humourlessly to yourself, finding your phone and keys on the dresser, "you’re unbelievable…" you turned scathingly and slammed the bedroom door, "unbelievable…"
