The song that describes your relationship
Harry: They Don't Know About Us
They don't know how special you are
They don't know what you've done to my heart
They can say anything they want
Cause they don't know about us
They don't know what we do best
That's between me and you our little secret
But I wanna tell em
I wanna tell the world that you're mine girl
When things get hard for you with the fans, Harry takes it personally. It kills him to see you cry, kills him to see you so upset. It kills him to see the fake smile you try so desperately to hide behind but he knows. He tries, so hard, to make you see that he doesn't care what they say, that he doesn't care what anyone says because he loves you... only you. After a particularly harsh twitter trend, Harry finds you curled in the mess of your sheets in the twin size bed of your dorm and his heartbreaks. "Baby, please don't be upset" he whispers, crawling through the mess until he's pressed against your back. "I'm not... promise, I just, I'm frustrated," you admit, a small smile on your face and Harry sighs in relief. "You're mine, my special lady and they'll never know what that's done to me. They can say whatever they want, nothings going to change the fact that you're a part of me now. They'll never know that thing you do with your hips and how it kills me," he teases, rolling you atop him as you giggle softly. "But you know it kills me and that's why you do it. They don't know that this is my favorite position because I can watch you but, that's our secret," he whispers against your chest, pushing your top up until he can toss it to the floor. "They don't know about us and that's fine by me," he tells you, pulling you into a heated kiss until the only thing you can remember is his name.
Liam: Truly, Madly, Deeply
Like all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss
And all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this
I'm just the underdog who finally got the girl
And I am not ashamed to tell it to the world
Liam watches as you busy yourself with cleaning the kitchen, washing dishes and plates while he's on the phone with Paul. It's your anniversary, a celebration of three years of happy bliss. You don't want to get in the way so you've decided to stay in the kitchen and clean up from the dinner you'd cooked for Liam, somewhat disappointed there wasn't a proposal but tickets for a three week vacation was just as amazing. Liam traces your movements with his eyes, scanning the pale peach dress as it moves with your movement, the gentle steps of your bare feet against the hard wood floors as you go back and forth between the table and the sink. He leans back against the couch, barely listening to Paul as he explains the plans for tomorrow's trip to Paris and is reminded of the months it took to get you to kiss him. It was three months of him trying to steal a kiss, trying to steal your heart before you finally caved. Three months of nights where he couldn't sleep because of late night phone calls trying to get you to see how perfect he was for you. Three months of dreaming of the day when you'd be his. The odds were staked against him when it came to you; you were too perfect for him, too beautiful for him, too smart for him, too... anything for him. He was, admittedly, the underdog when it came to you. Then one day, you turned and kissed him without a word and then he had smiled. He had become the underdog who had gotten the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Hanging up with Paul, he opened his twitter app and smiled. "@real_liam_payne: 3 yrs ago the underdog got the girl, 3yrs ago I fell in love with my future wife #TrulyMadlyDeeply"
Niall: Irresistible
It's in your lips and in your kiss
It's in your touch and your finger tip
And it's in all the things and other things
That make you who you are and your eyes irresistible
