He finds out a big secret from your past
Harry: "This is perfect," you beam up at Harry, truly happy. He'd covered every surface in the apartment with candles, the table set for two, a single rose in a vase in the middle of the table. "Can I show madam to her table," he asks in a mock french accent, offering you his arm and guiding you to your seat. "Why do you always do that?" he smirks once the two of you have finished eating. "Do what?" you frown, confused. "That," he nods in your direction, "Rubbing your hip. Isn't that where your tattoo is?". You pull your hand away from your hip as if it burned - you didn't even realise you'd been doing it. "Ugh, nothing," you answer, flustered, standing up suddenly and moving into the living room. "Hey," he follows you, noticing the tears in your eyes, "Whats up, are you ok?". You smile sadly, "I don't even realise I do it anymore,". He holds your hands, waiting patiently for you to explain. "My best friend, Lucy," you see Harry frown, you'd never mentioned her before, "She had cancer. Like really bad," you take a deep breath, "Defore she died, she made me promise to have the most incredible and happy life - for both of us, since she wouldn't be able to do it herself,". Harry's thumb reaches up to your cheek to wipe away a stray tear, nodding you to go on. "After she died, I got the tattoo, it's the exact same one Lucy had. I guess everytime i'm happy or sad, I must rub it without realising. I'm doing it for both of us,". The tears start to fall as you finish, and Harry holds you close, lips pressed to your forehead. "Why did you never tell me about her?" he whispers once you've regained your composure. "I think it felt too raw to talk about, to start off with. And then after that I was scared to jinx it," you shrug. "Jinx what?" he frowns, not understanding. "She's looking out for me Lucy is," you smile, leaning up to give him a kiss, "I met you while I was getting her tattoo done after all, remember?".
Liam: "Liam babe, could you come and give us a hand cutting this veg up please?" you shout. Your face falls when you see Liam stood in the doorway, holding a purple notebook - one of your old diaries - and you could tell by the look on his face that he'd read it. "Liam... I -" but you didn't know what say as you were overcome with embarassment, shame and panic at to what Liam's reaction would be. "Why?" he whispers, voice breaking as tears began to trail down his face. You run up to him, placing a hand on each of his cheeks, training your eyes on his, "Hey, it was a long long time ago, way before I met you,". "But why?" he whispers, eyes drifting to your wrists, to the scars that were only noticable if you knew they were there, "What happened to make you feel like you had to do... that?". You look up at your boyfriend with equally watery eyes, "I told you I was bullied, I had... I had no one at school," you struggle to find the right words, "I thought... I felt like it was my own fault... like I, that I deserved it,". Liam presses his lips to yours, cutting you off, holding your face in his hands tightly, "Never say that." he says seriously, "You are the most incredible person I have ever met. You are worth a million of those idiots,". You smile sadly as he presses his lips to your faint scars tenderly, "I'm proud of you for stopping," he pauses, looking up at you through his eyelashes, "Promise me you'll never do this again... that you'll come to me if you ever feel like...". You kiss him again, "Never again Liam, never. I know i'll never feel like that again now i've got you,".
Niall: "Why don't you have many pictures of you in your teens?"Niall asks, flipping through the photo album your mum had dropped round at the weekend, "There's loads of you as a kid, and then when you're about what, seventeen? Where's the inbetween," he laughs. You tense by his side, but he doesn't seem to notice, "I, ah, didn't have many pictures taken around that time?". He scoffs, "What, for three years you had no pictures taken?". You shrug, "Only a few... But I kind of burned them,". "What?" he asks in disbelief, "Why would you do that?". "Can we just leave it Niall?" you snap, getting up from the settee to leave. He catches your hand though, stopping you from going, "(Y/N), look at me," he asks gently, and you turn to face him, pouting, "What are you hiding from me babe?". "Nothing," you harshly pull your hand away. "Why don't you trust me?" he asks quietly, and you could hear the hurt in his voice. You hide your face behind your hands and sigh, "I'm scared you won't look at me the same, won't feel the same way about me if I tell you," your voice breaks. Niall's beside you in a flash, gently pulling your hands away from your face, smiling at you reassuringly, "I promise, nothing you say is going to change the way I feel about you. You'll still be the incredible girl I love,". You take a deep breath, "There's no pictures because I burnt them because I thought I was fat in them all... Thats when I started... Starving myself," you wait for a response, but don't get one. You push away from him, blushing and crying in embarassment, but he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back. "You're kidding me? You're perfect, you've never been fat, you're absolutley perfect the way you are," he blurts out quickly. "You're too sweet to me," you kiss his nose, smiling sadly. "I mean every word of it," he assures you, "Please don't ever -". You laugh slightly, interupting him, "Don't worry Niall, it'll never happen again - I like food too much,".
Zayn: "Ugh," you moan, throwing your phone onto the settee, "I wish he'd leave me alone!". "Whats up babe?" Zayn asks, looking up from his book at you pacing back and forth. "My dad," you snarl, "You'd think after all these years he'd get the message that I don't want anything to do with him,". He frowns, "Remind me again why you don't speak to him?". You freeze, hands on your hips, glaring at Zayn, "Because, he's a jerk,". "Thats not really a reason though is it?" Zayn raises an eyebrow, pulling you onto his lap, "You know you can tell me anything right?". You nod, resting your head against his neck as he gently strokes you leg. "I caught him cheating on my mum when I was a kid, and he wanted me to keep it a secret," you blurt out before collapsing into tears. Zayn holds you close, trying to soothe you while you explain. "I was ten, and I cought him with someone else. It broke my heart, it broke my mums heart. She was depressed for a while after the divorce. I can't forgive him for that,". "What he did was horrible," Zayn agree's, "But he's still your dad,". "What?" you look at him in shock, "You think I should forgive him? Are you kidding me?" you try to get up off his lap, but Zayn is holding you tight to him. "No, it's just, it probably breaks his heart too when you don't answer his calls," he shrugs, "It's been a long time, and he's still trying to get in touch with you. You've both grown up. Maybe... Maybe you should give him a chance?". The two of you sit in silence for a while, deep in thought before you nod, "Alright... I think i'll send him a text,".
Louis: "He's a nutter," Louis shouts at the TV, the news broadcastinf, "He should be seeing a therapist at least! Not just being set free,". You frown as Louis' choice of words and mutter under your breath, "It's not just 'nutters' who see therapists,". Louis looks over at you and smiles, "What did you say love?". You repeat what you'd just said, only louder to be sure he hears. Louis scoffs, "Why are you getting defensive?" Hey - where are you going?" he adds as you get to your feet. "Sorry, didn't think you'd want to hang around with a 'nutter'," you reply sarcastically. "Wait, what?" Louis stares at you stunned. You turn to face him, feeling insecure under his gaze as you confess, "I had to go to a couple of therapy sessions,". "Oh god babe, I'm so sorry," he pleads, walking over to you and pulling you into a hug, "I had no idea,". You laugh slightly, hugging him back, "Because I never told you,". As you pull away, you can see in his eyes the question he's too shy to ask, "There was a time when I was like, constantly really stressed out," you start to explain, "It got to the point where I started to suffer from really bad anxiety, panic attacks and stuff," you shrug. "I had no idea," Louis presses his lips to your forehead, "I couldn't have guessed either, you're always so -". "Relaxed, chilled out?" you finish for him and he nods, "Because you help me so much, without even realising,".
QOTD: In a zombie apocalypse, what would be your weapon of choice?
A: Samurai Sword
