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"I need her"

Louis: Loud, heart-wrenching sobs fill the hotel room, and he lays crumpled on the carpet floor, his breathing heavy and labored. “Louis, it’s okay calm down, calm down” Niall says soothingly, taking his shoulders in his hands as Louis’ breath hitches. “I can’t do it anymore, I-” he begins, cut off by another racking sob as he thinks of the hate he got after the show today, he missed one solo. One. Paparazzi were screaming awful, derogatory things at him but one really hit home; “I bet she’s real proud to be your girlfriend now huh?” one rude camera man shouted sarcastically. “Ignore it Lou” Harry had said into his ear as Louis whipped around, ready to knock the guy out with one blow. And so he kept walking, breaking down as soon as the door shut. “I can’t. I can’t” he choked out repeatedly. “You’re okay, we’re all here” Harry said, concerned for his best mate, eyes wide. “No. No! I-I need her. I just- only her” he cried out, nearly rocking in his position now. “Alright,” Liam nodded, “we’ll fly her in right now, or you can go there, I don’t wanna see you like this anymore.”

Harry: The fans roared as Louis finished his solo in Moments, now eagerly awaiting Harry’s. But his voice caught, his eyes fixed on a blank spot on the floor, his microphone slipped from trembling fingers, the bang echoing loudly throughout the arena. “I’m sorry” he chokes out, just barely loud enough for the boys the hear, before staggering off stage and burying his face in the fabric of the dressing room couch. “we’ll uh…be right back” Louis says, before charging off the stage, the others hot on his heels. “Harry…” Zayn murmurs, walking in and sighing. “what’s wrong?” Harry lets the tears out, mumbling into the arm of the sofa, “I can’t do it. I can’t I can’t I can’t, I need her and I just fucked up. I’m sorry I can’t do anything right.” And at the realization that the concert was halted because of his emotions, another set of loud cries. “shh shh, Harry you’re alright, we can stop the concert” Louis coos, rubbing Harry’s shaking back. “no, no, we can do it, just. I gotta see her as soon as it’s over, I need her” he rasps desperately, eyes red and ablaze.

Niall: Throwing things. That’s all Niall’s been doing around his flat since she left. Beer bottles, plates, pictures frames, whatever he can get his hands on. “Niall, hey hey” Zayn says sympathetically, grabbing Niall’s waist while Liam takes his bloodied arms. “How much have you had to drink?” Harry asks nervously. “Not enough” Niall hisses, struggling against the grasps of his bandmates. “This fucking bullshit. I can’t take it anymore, the-the magazines they say I’ve already got a new girl and she- fuck, she called me and left me this awful voicemail and she was cr-crying and it was fucking rumours that tore us up I can’t do this anymore!” he screams, finally stopping his wriggling and collapsing to his knees, the other boys following him, in vain efforts to comfort him. Angrily wiping tears away with the back of his hand, quiet profanities spill from trembling lips. “I loved her, I still love her” he cried out, burying his reddened face in bloodied hands. “So go get her Niall, she still loves you” Zayn says simply. “I can’t! I tried, she won’t listen to me, God I need her. I need her…”

Zayn: Being known as the least rambunctious, the mysterious and quiet one, the boys were shocked, and struck speechless when suddenly he was screaming, crying, and spewing words that even Niall would be ashamed to say. “No! I’m not okay! I haven’t been okay for a long time, I’m sick of the pressure, the damn rehearsals and fucking paparazzi, I want to be able to step outside my fucking house without being swarmed, and screamed out I’m fucking sick of it! I’m sick of everything, everything!” he shouts before slumping down against the cold wall, Liam and Niall sitting on either side of him, Harry and Louis crouched in front of him. “I need her, I need her back with me and only with me. She knew how to get me through all this…this shit! And I’m sorry boys but sometimes she said and did things that made me feel better, even better than your best mates can.” He says furiously, but sadly. Niall smiled reassuringly, “I get it mate, it’s alright, we’ll figure this out alright? You’ll have her back in your arms before you know it”

Liam: “I miss you so much and-” he sniffs before a member of management walks into where they’re rehearsing, snapping his fingers at Liam and scolding him, “get off the phone!” Liam breathes in deeply, eyes darkening in rage, whispering a quick “hold on” to her. Standing up, tossing the phone down on the couch he stalks towards the manager. With each word, he stands taller, leans in closer to the now cowering worker, “Don’t you dare fucking tell me to get off the phone, this is all your damn fault anyways! Maybe if you gave us breaks once in a while, maybe if the damn rehearsals and tour didn’t last a whole damn year, maybe if you treated us like human beings rather than your own petty slaves, then maybe, just maybe we’d-” Then Harry is this, pulling Liam back, “hey, hey Liam relax mate okay, breathe” he whispers soothingly. “Shove off” Louis glares at the manager who scurries out of the room while Niall speaks quietly into the phone with her, “yeah I don’t think you wanna hear all this, he’ll call you later alright?” Finally calming down, Liam lets a tear slip down his cheek on the chair where the boys try their best to comfort him, “sorry guys, I just miss her so much, I really need her, soon”

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