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#30 He won't speak :(

Zayn: "Hey Zayn," you said, sitting next to him. He turned away from you, crossing his arms like an upset child. "What is it?" You asked, gently touching his shoulder. He got up and walked out of the room into the bedroom. What did you do now? You don't remember doing anything that might have upset him. Tears pooled in your eyes; you couldn't help it. You went over to the bedroom. "Please, Zayn! I-I'm sorry for what I did! I won't do it again!" You whimpered. He opened the door, staring at you. "Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?" He asked. "Well, aren't you upset with me?" You asked. He shook his head, looking at the ground. "No, Y/N. Management's been giving me a hard time...and I just...I just..." you saw a tear splash from his eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry. God, I am so immature, and I acted like such a little kid and-" you kissed him, wiping away his tear. "And that's why I love you. Come on, take a break, Zayn," you smiled. "No, I have to-" "Come ON, Zayn!" you whined. "You really have to let go," you shook your head. "But...I guess I'll-" Zayn started, but you interrupted, "YAY! Let's go!" you cheered, and ran to pick out a movie for you both to watch. "Okay," he said, automatically relaxing, seeing you so happy.

Niall: Recently, you've been hanging out with Harry a lot, and you knew that Niall was jealous. Very jealous, actually, but he never admitted it. Which, of course, you thought was cute of him. Niall didn't know that you and Harry were long-lost sisters and brothers, he thought that you liked him the other way. One day, after Harry dropped you off at you and Niall's shared flat, yelling out a goodbye and giving you a hug, you found Niall lying on his bed with the lights off. And it was only four in the afternoon. "Niall, you okay?" You asked, worried for your boyfriend's strange behavior. He didn't respond. "Niall!!!???!!" You exclaimed, wondering if he was dead. He sits up, and glares at you. You realized you said the last bit out loud. Oops. Well at least you knew he wasn't dead. "What did I do?" You asked Niall. Niall rarely got mad. He went back to bed, pulling the covers over his blond hair. You sighed, thinking about it. "You like Harry more, yeah?" he turned to look at you, sadness in his eyes. You erupted in laughter, and Niall frowned, looking purely hurt and innocent. "N-no. I've recently found out he's my b-b-brother!" you were laughing even harder. Niall still frowned. "Nialler?" you worried. He hugged you tightly, bringing you on his chest. "Spend more time with me, still, princess!" he smiled, and kissed your forehead. You were so going to spend more time with your boyfriend, Niall.

Louis: It was rare for Louis to be quiet, so he was never silent. He came home, a solemn expression in his face. "Hey Lou, did you-hey, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned because he was just so serious. You placed a hand on his shoulder. "Leave me alone." He said quietly, and sat on the couch, placing his head in his hands. He looked stressed. Louis. Stressed. "What happened boo-bear?" You asked. He shook his head, tears falling off his silently crying face. "Louis! Did someone die? Talk to me!" You pleaded, sitting next to him. He wouldn't talk. "Please," you begged. "Liam hates me," he stated. "Why?" "He thinks I'm annoying," he whispered. "You are, sometimes," you replied automatically. He got up, angry, and locked himself in his room. "I didn't mean it!" You called, regret in your voice. No answer. "Louis!!" You cried, banging on his door. He opened it. "Louis, you're not annoying! You're hilarious! And you can be serious when you need to! I'm sure Liam didn't mean it!" You said. "I just don't like when the boys and I get into fights." He sighed, placing his head on your shoulder. "It's okay, it'll be alright. Please don't cry, though," you said to him.

Liam: Liam came home one day, refusing to talk to you. "What?" you asked. He said nothing, ignoring you. "Did I do something wrong?" you wondered out loud. He nodded. "What did I do? Talk to me, baby," you frowned. Liam walked striaght to his room, not even looking at you. "Liam!" you yelled, knocking on the door, knowing that you were annoying him but doing it anyways. There was no answer. You decided to leave him alone. he aboviously hated you. He didn't want you. He's maybe even cheating. That's why he's out so much. He's never loved you...yes that's why. He's cheating with you with some blonde bimbo slut girl. With big boobs. And she can probably play the guitar 'LIAM I KNOW YOU'RE CHEATING!" you screamed. He opened the door. "What is your problem?" he asked. "BIG BOOBS!" you cried. "What? he asked, purely confused. "You're cheating with me because you have always hated me and you're actually dating a blonde bimbo slut girl with big boobs that can play the guitar!" you sobbed. "Y/N. No. I lost my voice for a while. Calm down...and where did all this cheating stuff come from anyways?" he asked, hugging you as you cried into his shirt. "I-I-I don't even kn-know," you told him. "Stop imagining these stupid scenarios, Y/N. You have got to stop," he shook his head. You tearfully smiled. "I can't help it." you admitted.

Harry: "Hey Harry," you said groggily, just waking up and with half-open eyes, reaching for him on his side of the bed. All you felt was a cold, empty spot. "Harry?" you asked, awakening and sitting up immediately. He was sitting on the far edge of the bed, hunched over a little and staring down at the ground. "Harry, you scared me...what are you doing Haz?" you asked. He didn't move, which made you shiver with fear a little. This was not the normal Harry. Not at all. You got out of bed and walked over in front of him. "What's wrong? Are you upset?" you asked him. He was just staring at the ground, frozen. His face was dull. His mouth was slightly ajar, and his eyes were fixated on this one spot on the ground. You looked down, and saw a piece of paper. You picked it up. Harry was still staring at that same spot on the ground. You looked at the paper and saw that it was a letter from a "fan". Written on it was hate messages. Indescribable words and sayings were written on that piece of paper, strong enough to break anyone. "Harry, please, it means nothing. It's probably from, I don't know, a twelve-year old or something. Please Haz, don't let this get to you!" you pleaded. He blinked. "Huh?" he asked. "Harry?" you questioned. "Saw this really cool bug," he said simply, pointing on the ground. You looked closer and saw a spider on the ground. You blankly stared up at Harry, then crumbled up the paper and threw it away, shaking your head and leaving Harry confused.