Zayn:
You had just got home from the grocery store and Zayn was still on twitter, just where you had left him. After bringing all of the bags in by yourself, you packed them away and sat down to watch a little television before you had to make dinner. You saw that Spongebob was on so you settled for that, as you could use a laugh. Speaking of laughing, throughout the show, you heard Zayn chuckling every once in a while. You quietly tiptoed to the room and peered over Zayn's shoulder to see that he was having one long, public conversation with - someone with a check next to her name - ah, none other than Megan Fox. Things like "you're so cute" and "i'd love that" were displayed on the screen. You squinted and looked closer, to see if what you were seeing was true, and your shoulder brushed Zayn's. He turns around and shuts the laptop. "Y/N, I didn't see you there" he says nervously. "What's going on Zay-" "Nothing, it's nothing" he cut you off. "Zayn I heard you laughing for the past hour for goodness sake so what is going on?" "I was, um..." he trailed off. "No. Zayn I'm done" you yell. "If I can't have faith that you won't go flirting with other girls, I don't think I can do this. Isn't the pressure on you enough from the media, you don't need more added because you're cheating on me!" "Wait, Y/N, I-" but you were already out the door and headed downtown for some time to yourself.
Niall:
Walking around the streets with Niall was not fun anymore. Every few feet he would stop to take pictures, sign books, and talk with fans. A few sweet fans would ask you do do the same, but most just pushed you away. So for the majority of the afternoon you were sitting alone reading in the shop near the crowd around Niall. When you get home, you straight to your room. You slam the door behind you and sit on your bed alone to read some more. It was a good book and you were trying to get into it to forget about earlier. Niall quietly opens your door and peeks his head in. "Y/N, are you okay?" You decided to come right out with is so you said, "No, Niall. Actually I'm not. I go out with you to spend a nice afternoon together and the entire time you're with your fans while you just had a meet an greet this morning. I just feel like you don't try to make this work." "But-" Niall starts, but you don't let him finish. "No, Niall. I'm done. I can't do this if you can't even spend one afternoon with me" you tell him. "I'm tired of always standing on the sidelines as the fans get all of your attention." You say as you push past him, get your shoes, phone, and bag, and grabbed the doorknob. "Wait Y/N!" but it was too late. You were out the door and speed walking your way to the local park, alone, and preparing to stay that way for a while.
Louis:
You were sitting at home, once again waiting for Louis to come home. It was three in the morning, and all you wanted to do was sleep, but you needed to be sure that Louis got home safely. He finally came tiptoeing through the door, not knowing you were still awake. You walked right up to him and made him jump. "Oh, Y/N, I didn't know you'd still be awake" he whispered. "Why? Does it matter anyway? Where were you?" you question him. He looks nervous, trying to find an answer. "I was, uh. I was out with the boys" he tried. You glared at him. "For five hours?" "Um, yes" he hesitated. "Don't you see each other enough during the day? Do you really need to spend all night with them?" You were growing angry now. Something really didn't seem right. It's not like him to stay out all night then lie to you about where he'd been. Had he been with someone you didn't know about? "Um..." Louis tried to think of a better comeback, but you had a different idea. "You know what, I can tell that you're lying to me. Something's not right. And if you can't tell me the truth I don't think this" you point to yourself, to him, then back to yourself, "is going to work." With that you walked to your room and slammed the door shut, leaving Louis standing in the still open doorway, surprised and upset.
Liam:
Liam had just arrived home from month of the tour late last night. Now, you were in the kitchen making a special dinner for just the two of you to enjoy together. He only had a few days before tour was continued, and you wanted to make every minute of it count. Just as you were finishing up, Liam walks through the door. "Liam! You're just in time! I just finished making your favor-" you began. "Oh, sorry, Y/N I'm going out with the boys for the night. I hope that's okay..." "But, you just got home. You're leaving in a few days. Then it would be months we wouldn't see each other. Can't you just, um..." he trailed off. "No, Liam. It's okay. Just go hang out with the boys" you say. But he can tell that you're not happy about it. "Y/N, on tour it's all about practice and performing. There's not much time to actually hang out. It's just one night, c'mon." "Yes, Liam. It's just one night" you're raging on the inside at this point. "One more night we don't spend together. One more night added to all nights for six months. One night can't be that much, I guess. Not compared to how long you'll be gone. So one more night added to who knows how long isn't that much." With that you storm to your room, leaving Liam alone downstairs and the dinner burning in the oven.
Harry:
It was nearly four in the morning and Harry was still not home. Your worrying started three hours ago, and you had already called all the boys to ask them where he was, yet none of them knew. Just as you were about to go out and look for him, Harry comes swaying through the doorway. You give a sigh of relief and run over to him to hug him. "Harry, I was so worried. Where have you been?" you ask sweetly, but he pushes you to the side and staggers towards the couch. "Be quiet my head hurts" he whines as he plops onto the couch. "But, Harry, it's four in the morning I just want to know where you've been!" your worry is starting to turn into anger. "Y/N, I said be quiet!" he slurs. Why isn't he telling me anything? you ask yourself. Is he hiding something, something I wouldn't want to hear? "But, Harry, I-" "I said shut the hell up, Y/N!" he yells to you, even though you're standing right next to him. You stood in shock. He never said anything like that to you. As soon as he saw the look on your face, you could tell that he immediately regretted what he had said. "Y/N, I'm-" he begins, but you cut him off. "No, Harry. If you can't tell me why you're home so late, I can't trust you. Goodbye" you tell him calmly, not allowing the tears to fall until you made it outside, into the darkness. Alone.
