Harry - ”Babe,” he whined, pouting lips as he leant over the back of the couch to get you to look at him, “come on.” You turned the other way, bundling yourself up under the blankets a little tighter, hugging knees to your chest, lips pressed together so firmly that you couldn’t let a breath escape.
"Talk to me, babe, please," his words came out a little more like a sigh, a little less teasing, a little more serious. You stayed where you were, glaring across the room, looking anywhere but near where his body was leaning. You heard him shift behind you, pushing back from behind the couch, another sigh rolling from his pink lips. Silence followed for a few moments that you counted. You waited, chewing on your own lip, listening until you heard his feet padding closer on the floor again.
"Alright, babe," he cleared his throat, with a smirk lacing his voice. You tightened your arms around your chest stubbornly, until you caught sight of his body, moving to stand in front of you, "I didn’t want it to have to come to this," he stopped in front of your eyes, in nothing but his black boxers. You scowled, anything to keep from giving in and start talking to him.
"Either you start talking to me, babe," Harry brushed a few fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers, "or these are coming off…"
Liam - you felt his arms around your waist, head dropping to rest his chin in the warm crook between your neck and shoulder, “are you still not talking to me?” You didn’t say anything when he held you tighter, swaying with you from behind, his breath a cloudy cascade that came when he exhaled and relaxed his grip on you a little, “I’m sorry, okay?” He let go of you and leant back, resting his weight on the fridge door, “I didn’t mean it… please, can you just talk to me again, please…”
You pushed away from him, scowling your head down. You ran a hand through your hair before you turned into him and nudged his arm, pressing him out of the way so you could open the fridge. You bent down in front of the shelves, taking out ingredients for dinner. You carried them to the counter and set them down, laying them out one by one. You focused on what you were holding in your hands, to keep your mind off Liam’s eyes watching you closely. You opened the cutlery drawer, but his hand around your waist stopped you. “Please,” he murmured, closer to you than you’d thought. He kissed your ear, and bit down on your earlobe. You closed your eyes under how it felt, “please, let me cook dinner and I’ll make it okay,” he whispered gently, “just please, talk to me again, babe. I need to know you’re not mad at me.”
Louis - the front door closed, and Louis called out from the foyer, his voice echoing and bouncing down the hallway, “(Y/N), I’m home, love! Where are you?” You crossed the other end of the hall, and passed him, turning away when his eyes fell into your posture, before you disappeared into the living room. You heard the sound of his bag dropping by his feet, before his voice rang out again, “still? Babe, come on, I thought we were okay. Are you seriously still not talking to me?”
He followed you into the living room, catching you near the TV where you were scanning the shelves for a DVD to put on. He helped you up into standing and you let him wrap you up in his arms, not responding, your own hanging limply by your sides as he held you. He let go, sighing, chewing on his own lip with nervous eyes when he watched you. You dropped your gaze from him, still silent. He collected your chin between his thumb and forefinger and helped tilt your eyes back up to his, scanning you anxiously, “babe, please,” his voice cradled like a child’s,” talk to me? I miss your voice. I miss hearing you say my name. I miss your laugh. I miss all the little words you make up because it’s cute. Please,” he chuckled nervously, cupping your face in his hands, “please. Can we just forget about last night? Talk to me, babe, I miss you.”
Zayn - you felt the shift of weight in bed, when he turned over from facing the other side, to stretch one arm out, and hold your skin, wrap his palm around your shoulder. You shrugged him off, wriggling a little further towards your end of the bed. You held your arms closer to your chest and sniffed, shutting your eyes dully, exhaling slowly to keep yourself from turning over and burrowing into him. “Love,” he murmured softly, before you felt his hand leave your skin. You burrowed further into yourself and squeezed your own hands.
The bed shifted a little more when he came up on an elbow, wriggling closer, his body aligning itself behind yours. He traced down your arm with his finger, ending at your elbow and tugging gently, to get you to unravel your limbs, “come on, love,” he pleaded quietly, “don’t give me that… that silent treatment… talk to me, yeah? I… I don’t want us to go to sleep like this, babe…” he swallowed thickly, “please, baby, please.”
You didn’t move, not at first. He sidled closer still, his heartbeat near your shoulder blade. He brushed up and down your arm with the tips of his fingers, raising goosebumps where he trailed, “if (Y/N) would only talk to me…” he started to sing softly, smooth voice making you sway. You swallowed to steady yourself, “then maybe, maybe I could hear her pretty voice again, and it could be okay again, oh, (Y/N), my girl…”
Niall - ”Come on, baby,” he squeezed your arms, shaking fingers from adrenalin that ran up and down your skin, even when you tried to wriggle back from his body, his eyes and his smile, faltering when he measured your expression. The sound of the crowd engulfed you, so you swallowed thickly to drum it back. You peered around, backstage, keeping your eyes from where Niall could find them, “baby, don’t do this, not now,” he squeezed you tighter again, “I love you, (Y/N), don’t shut me out. Don’t do this.”
"Niall, thirty seconds," Louis called over from across the room, standing near where the stage was alive, lights flashing brighter already. Niall shifted his weight from one foot to the other, peering down at you, bending his body to try and catch your eyes when you looked away, "baby, I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me…"
"Come on," you glanced over when Liam called, the other boys rushing on stage, "Niall, we gotta get out there," he called again, before he followed the others.
"I’m not going out there until you talk to me again, babe," Niall kissed your forehead, again and again. His skin felt alive where he was holding you and you held your breath, biting your lip, still worrying about caving in, "I don’t care if I miss the show," he forced you to meet his eyes, "I don’t, okay? I don’t care. I just need to hear your voice again. It’s the only thin’ I care about…"
