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your eyes

Harry:

Sparkle with tears as you look at him, because you really hadn’t wanted to ever hear those words leave his mouth. You really loved him, and it made you feel stupid that you did, because from what he had told you, it was rather obvious that he didn’t feel the same way about you.

Liam:

Dart around the room widely, nervously. Your hands are shaking, because you really are scared – scared that they won’t like you, scared that you’ll make a fool of yourself. He can tell that you’re afraid; you start to fidget with the fabric of your dress, clutching the material in a death grip. His hand covers your own, and immediately, from just one touch, you calm down. With just one touch, a million promises are made; promises you know he won’t break. And, with just a single touch, you feel like you can take on the world.

Zayn:

Tell him a different story than your lips. You tell him that you’re fine, but the pained look in your eyes can’t hide the truth, no matter how hard you try. And it makes him sad; he’s sad to see so much hurt in them, sad that he had brought you so much pain.

Louis:

Fill with anger as you glare at him, annoyed at the stupid smirk playing on his lips. He finds it hilarious, the way you stare up at him with a disapproving look on your face, your lips pouting. He can’t control his laughter as he watches you cross your arms, white powder on your face from that prank he had pulled on you earlier.

Niall:

Widen with unspoken apologies as you watch his grow darker with an emotion you couldn’t register. He steps menacingly forward, flinching as he watches you jump slightly, stepping away from him with a look of such fear. His jaw slackens, and his mouth gapes open. His eyes are full of worry, and he knows then and there that something’s not right – that you’re not telling him something.