Harry - and it’s when the hate got worse, when he couldn’t stand up and not feel all that weight, burrowing his shoulders until it’s physical pain and he just wants to collapse into you and let you take it all away. When he wraps his arms around your waist and needs your comfort more than a steady breath, so your run your fingers through his curls and murmur the right words to him, like feeding him the same pick up line he used when he first met you, rubbing his back and letting him clutch you, as tight as he needs until it stops.
Liam - and it’s when he’s missing home, and you’ve flown out for the weekend to see him, and you’re all he can see. His arms are wrapped so tightly around you and he’s twirling you with feet no longer touching the ground and he’s telling himself how right this is, to have you in his arms and his face buried in your shiny hair, where he doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t want to let go, because he knows how fleeting your hands in his will be when he does.
Louis - and it’s when he gets back from tour, and he’s spilling his body into you at the airport, and he’s forgotten how sweet your hair smells and your English Breakfast tea breath and the bracelets on your left arm and he’s holding you up and hugging you and downloading every part of you all over again. When his arms need you to be in them, like a puzzle piece and you’re the only piece that fits, the only piece that feels like home and he can’t stand to wreck the puzzle once he’s seen it complete.
Zayn - and it’s when he’s had enough, of the day and forcing things that he doesn’t want, and he’s nothing more than tired eyes with bags and a weary voice, and he needs you. When he collapses onto the bed and wraps you up like his safety and closes his eyes there, against your skin or he counts the freckles on your chest to dull him to sleep so he can lay with you, and he wraps you so tightly that you can’t wriggle away once he’s unconscious because he needs you in his life like he sees you in his dreams.
Niall - and it’s after you’ve had a fight, and you’ve both used big words but he’s more afraid than you are, of losing you and seeing you walk out the door only to slam it as you go. When he runs over to you and collects you in his arms and promises to never yell at you again, with tears in his eyes, to always love you and support you and protect you and be there for you, fiddling his hands together at the small of your back to make a knot, to anchor you to him, where you’re meant to be.
