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For the first time

Louis: We’re smiling but we’re close to tears, Even after all these years, We just now got the feeling that we’re meeting for the first time… The split a few years ago had been a mutual thing. He was always too busy and you were starting to get a lot of work piled on you, so you’d both decided it was best to let it go. Five years passed by and then there he was, at the same concert as you and really that shouldn’t be a surprise since he was the one that introduced you to that band. He quickly pulled you into a hug, a bright smile threatening to break his face, and your own eyes were watering a little even as you smiled up at him. “I’ve missed you, Y/N.” He shouted in your ear and honestly you’d been missing him too and now that he was holding you in his arms once again, you felt complete.

Harry: Oh these times are hard, Yeah, they’re making us crazy Don’t give up on me baby… From the very start, he’d known that his career choice would be tough on his future relationships but he never knew just how hard it was until he started dating you. Before you, all the other girls had been just one-time dates, or very short-lived “relationships,” but you he actually cared about. Not only did you hardly ever get to see him after the start of touring, but also you were getting immense amounts of over-dramatic hate, not to mention the rumors that exploded everywhere if there was a single female backstage that someone didn’t immediately recognize. All of the craziness was driving you insane, so you called him one night. “None of it’s true, babe. I love you and I’ll be home soon when the tour’s over in just under a month. Don’t give up on me, okay?” You agreed, just impatient for his return.

Liam: But we’re gonna start by Drinking old cheap bottles of wine Shit talking up all night Saying things we haven’t for a while A while, yeah… Once upon a time, you’d been best friends with Liam; neither of you was really sure what led to your falling apart, but one day you two just weren’t talking anymore. Then slowly, the friendship began to rekindle, a fire burning deep inside you that was growing into something more. It was gathered around a campfire in the middle of the woods somewhere, that you two began really growing together again. A cold cheap bottle of wine was passed back and forth between the two of you as you told stories about the time that you’d spent apart, everything good, everything bad, and you reminisced on stupid jokes that you used to have with each other. Just spending the whole night getting drunk on bottles of wine and laughing over the past helped fix the trench that had been between you both.

Niall: And we don’t know how, How we got into this mad situation, Only doing things out of frustration… He was never one to get himself involved in a real relationship. One-night stands and the occasional girl that would stick around for a little while were more his type of thing. That’s how it happened with you; first you were a one-night stand and then you were hooking up with him any time either of you was in need of company. You didn’t even like each other at all; you hated him and he seemed to hate you, but that’s what made it so passionate and great. If he had a hard day, he’d call you over and you’d be there, ready to help him let out his stress and vice versa. But now there was this minor predicament of you being in love with him which was crazy because you still hated him; how could you love him too?

Zayn: But we both know how, How we’re gonna make it work when it hurts, When you pick yourself up, You get kicked to the dirt… Time and again the fans had bashed you over the head with so many hateful comments that you’d been stuck in bed for days, unable to come up with the motivation to even get dressed. You would make yourself better and get out there again only to get kicked back down by the terrible comments. Zayn was a rock for you in those times, giving you the space or the comfort you needed. He knew what you needed when you got that way.