HE ALMOST ADMITS HIS FEELINGS FOR YOU...
Harry: "So, what did you want to tell me?" The sea breeze gently ruffles his curls in the wind as you walk side-by-side along the soft sand. The moonlight glimmers off of the ocean and after a few steps he pauses. "The reason I wanted to come here is to tell you that," he begins, nervously clearing his throat as he glances at the sand. "I'm kind of in l-" Suddenly, his confession is cut off with a loud recording and siren. "HURRICANE WARNING, EVERYONE OFF THE BEACH." The two of you jog back to the streets, his face looking disappointed and slightly relieved. "What were you trying to tell me?" you ask again, once you're both safely inside the hotel. "Oh," he coughs--a nervous habit he's had for years. "Oh, just, uh, I'm glad you're my best friend is all." You raise a confused eyebrow but beam, "I'm glad you're mine, too, Harry."
Louis: "I can't keep hiding this," Louis suddenly pauses the movie and turns to face you, his tone serious and soft. "Hiding what? Are you all right?" He nods, quickly calming your worries. "Yes, I'm all right but I need to tell you this," he closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them. "For the longest time we've been great friends but the thing is I-" Before he can continue, the the doorbell rings. Pizza. "I'll get it," he mumbles softly, pulling his wallet from his jeans. When he returns back with the greasy box, the moment had died. "What were you trying to say...?" you offer, but he shakes his head. "Nothing just...you're a great friend."
Zayn: "I'm really bad at telling people things I guess you could say," he starts, the two of you are lying side-by-side in your backyard just watching the stars. You rest your head on his chest, remembering how you two had done this so often as little kids--watch the stars. "But I really think I need to tell you this before it's too late," he continues, nervously rubbing the small bird tattoo on his hand. Before he can continue, it begins to rain--thunderstorm. Water falls fast from the skies, drenching you both as you run inside. As soon as you make it into the dry house he wraps a towel around your shoulders, shaking the water from his hair. "What were you trying to say?" you ask with a smile and a shiver. "Oh!" he shakes his head as he grabs a towel for himself. "Oh, nothing just, uh, I heard it was going to rain tonight."
Niall: "This is nice," you sigh contentedly and lie your head lazily on his chest. Watching the sunset had been his surprisingly romantic suggestion but you hadn't thought much of it--you'd been just friends for years. "Innit?" he replies, nervously eyeing his shoes. "Look, there's actually uh something I need to tell you." Suddenly, he's cut short with a loud shriek. "OH MY GOD IT'S NIALL HORAN!" You both, startled, turn around to see a crowd of teenage girls running your way. "Sorry," he mumbles quietly, feigning a smile for the crowd. "It's okay, I'll just...meet you back at the car." You don't feel like watching girls send you jealous death glares for being his friend and you don't want to be asked 20 questions either. "Okay," he replies softly, already signing an autograph. "See you in the car."
Liam: "Can I tell you something?" Liam asks suddenly as he looks up from his burger to meet your gaze. "Of course," you reply, curiosity filling your mind. He suddenly looked serious, nervous. "For a while, I've been kind of," he begins, nervously scratching his neck. "I think I'm in l-" Suddenly, the fire alarm in the building begins to blare. "Shit," he murmurs under his breath, quickly ushering you outside. False alarm, his neighbor had been barbecuing. "That was terrifying," you laugh, following him back inside. "So what were you going to say?" He quickly shakes his head, deciding maybe he shouldn't tell you now. "Nothing, just...you look really pretty in that dress is all."
