NIALL: “He’s a dick, that’s why!” I yell at you because of our latest argument. You just roll your eyes at me and cross your arms, which has really been the extent of this whole thing. “You know what Niall! I was friends with Max before I met you! We’ve been friends for years, I know that he can be shitty sometimes, but so can you! I’ve talked to him about Louis and that he’s being a real dick about the whole thing, but I’m not going to stop being his friend.” I watch as you hold your pride and turn to leave the room. I love you because of how stubborn you are, but that doesn’t mean that this is the end of that conversation. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll win this battle, but I’m stubborn too, and I’m not going to give up until we reach a compromise.
LOUIS: I look over to you and see you texting someone. Normally I’m not one to snoop, but I kind of want to know whose texting you at 11 o’clock at night. I shift over to see if I can sneak a peek at the name and see “Siva Kaneswaran” at the top of the screen. I roll my eyes internally because I should’ve known. I normally don’t say anything because I know that you two are really good friends, and that nothing would ever happen. I trust you, but sometimes it gets on my nerves that you’re so busy talking to him and not me. I turn to look at you. “How was your day sweetie?” I smile at you, but you don’t even look up from your phone. “Good,” you just keep texting away so I decide enough is enough and grab your phone to throw it across the bed. “Hey!” You shout and bolt upright. “Would you rather go tell him about your day because obviously I’m useless?” Your glare turns a little softer, but you still look a bit angry. “Where’s this coming from?” We don’t even go to sleep that night. It’s nice because it’s like when we were first dating and we would stay up talking. You told me all about what’s been going on with work and your family, and we establish the whole Siva issue. It’s weird how two people can live together and still miss so much of each other’s lives, so I guess it’s a good thing he was texting you.
ZAYN: “Hey Y/N” I can’t help the glare that will most definitely show up in the tabloids tomorrow, most likely with the caption, “Y/N’s choosing between Jay and Zayn!” All three of us know that’s not what’s happening, but it still burns me inside. I really hate that guy, and we’ve been over it before, but we came to the conclusion that you don’t care. I’m still glaring at him when you walk over and put your arm around me to keep walking. “What’s wrong Zayn?” You ask before bouncing up on your toes to kiss my cheek. I would have said something, but your lips make me happy, and I don’t really mind that much anymore because you chose me over him.
HARRY: “Hey Y/N, can we talk.” I sigh and close my laptop lid before I watch you walk over to the table to sit down. You knit your eyebrows together, and I feel bad because I’m about to hit you with a huge bomb that you have no idea about. “What’s up babe?” I put my face in my hands and groan because I have nowhere to start. How am I supposed to tell the woman that I, pretty much, don’t trust her? “You’re good friends with Nathan?” You roll your eyes and lean back in the chair. “Yes, why?” I lean forward so that I’m looking right at you. I just have to say. No more beating around the bush. “I don’t like him. I don’t like the fact that you’re friends with him. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I don’t trust him. I’m tired of every tabloid telling me that my girlfriend is cheating me with my biggest rival!” You look completely taken aback. “Harry…” You close your eyes and sigh, “Nathan and I are just friends, end of discussion. Do you think it’s easy for me to see all the tabloids saying that you’re back with Taylor? Do you think I don’t hate it that half of the fandom hates me because they think I’m cheating on you? I love you, and we know the truth, and that’s all that matters.” You stand up and kiss my head before going back to cleaning.
LIAM: “Well if that’s how you feel, then maybe you should just leave!” Those last words kept playing in my head all night. We got in a big argument because I was mad about you being friends with Tom. I was drunk, well we both were, and it kind of just slipped out. I know it was stupid of me. That’s why I’m coming back with movies and popcorn to apologize, but when I pull up there’s a different car parked in front. I walk inside and see a man’s pair of shoes that don’t belong to me. “Y/N!” I shout through the house, but don’t get a response I walk towards the bedroom and see clothes strung on the floor. There are already tears in my eyes, and I don’t want to open the door, but despite every fiber in my body telling me to turn around, I open the door, and there you are, naked, in the arms of the man that started this entire thing, and I loose it.
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