He Gets Jealous Of One Of The Other Boys
Liam:
"And then you place this finger right here! Perfect!" Niall applauds, letting go of your hands momentarily to watch you strum the guitar.
“How do you do this Ni? My fingers are starting to hurt already.” He chuckles.
“Your fingers will develop along the way, but you’re a natural. Just keep practicing.”
“Thanks for teaching me, Nialler. I’ve always wanted to learn how to play,” you say smiling at him before looking back down at the guitar. “Um…Niall? A little help here?”
You scoot over so Niall can get behind you to guide your hands to the right position and then strumming for you.
“What’s going on here?” You jump, but smile as you realize Liam has come home from lunch with his parents.
“Hey Li. Niall was just teaching me a few chords,” you say. Liam comes over and takes your hand, lifting you to your feet. He pulls you in for a long, rough, passionate kiss. Your head is spinning when he pulls away and excuses himself to go to the kitchen. You’re blushing as you look at Niall, realizing he just witnessed Liam’s public display of affection towards you.
“Liam isn’t always like that,” you mutter.
“Seems to me my mate’s jealous,” Niall chuckles.
“I am not!” Liam defends, popping back into the living room. Then he flushes realizing he’s been caught eavesdropping on you two. “Okay, maybe a little.”
Zayn:
"Wow, Harry, you’ve really got ripped over the tour," you say, admiring how much bigger his body is now. He’s practically towering over you now, along with the bulging muscles on his arms. On a trip to the beach to the boys, you just begin to notice how built Harry has become, catching your attention instantly.
“What can I say? I just love working out,” he says, shrugging. Zayn tugs you closer from his arm around your shoulders. As the rest of the boys go into the ocean, you and Zayn lag behind. You feel his fingers tap along your skin, getting your attention.
“You know I’ve been working out pretty hard myself,” he says.
“Really?” You ask, looking down at his bare chest. “Well you have gotten a bit more defined, but Harry’s raging muscle mass now.”
“I guess,” he mutters, ruefully. He didn’t have the will like Harry to continuously exercise daily upon hours a day everyday.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, and then suddenly realizing what you said. “Are you jealous of Harry?”
“Jealous of Harry? What where did you get that idea from?” He scoffs. At one glance, he knows he’s been caught red handed. “Well can you blame me? With you going on about Harry and how fit he is, you can’t really blame me.” You tilt his chin up to look you in the eye.
“Harry may be extremely fit now, but that’s not what I want. What I want is you just you as you,” you reassure.
Harry:
Harry eyes you suspiciously as you keep talking on the phone with someone. It’s been a few hours now and no matter what he does, he can’t get your attention.
“Yeah…of course. I’ll be over soon, okay? Okay, bye,” you finish, hanging up your phone conversation. Harry sighs, pulling you on to his lap and reaches up for a kiss.
“Who were you talking on the phone with for so long?” Harry asks, inquisitively.
“Just Liam.” Harry’s eyebrows shot up.
“Since when were you and Liam that close?” He asks, blurting out every question that comes to his head. “What do you guys talk about? When did you two become so close? How long has this been going on?”
“Shhhh,” you hush, grabbing on to his hands. Your touch makes his shoulder relax slightly. “Liam and I are just spending more time together cause he just went through a bad breakup. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s just Liam.”
“Just Liam,” Harry mutters, letting his shoulder relax completely. “Yeah, just Liam.”
“See? Nothing to worry about,” you repeat, leaning down to peck his lips lightly. “You are cute when you’re jealous though.”
Harry flushes, realizing he’s been caught, but quickly brushes it off to give you a harder kiss on the lips.
Louis:
"Louis, I’m home! And I brought leftovers!" You shout, slipping off your heels and dropping the bag of foam boxes on the kitchen table. "Louis? Are you home?" His car is still parked so he should be still here.
You make your way upstairs where your master bedroom is and peak inside. Louis sits on the bed with his back facing you and he’s…crying?
“Louis?” You ask one more time, making him jump. He quickly stands up and runs his hands over his face. You watch him slip something into his back pocket. “What are you doing?”
“N-Nothing,” he quickly states. “Just getting ready for bed is all.”
“It doesn’t look like it,” you call out. “What do you have there?” Without asking again, you slip his phone from his back pocket to an article on the screen. You nearly double over in laughter.
“You have got to be kidding me. Are they really saying Zayn and I are a couple now?” You look over at Louis’s cautious expression. “Louis it wasn’t a date, I told you that. He just wanted me to accompany to the art gallery and then dinner, that’s all.”
“You guys look a little more like friends to me,” Louis mutters bitterly, gesturing how Zayn’s arm was around your waist and holding you close to him.
“Zayn’s been my best friend for years Louis, even before we even met. That’s all we are though. I chose you in the end, didn’t I?” A small smile creeps on Louis’s face and holds out his arms for a hug. “If I wanted Zayn, I would’ve picked him over you a long time ago.”
“Yeah you did choose me. Sorry I got paranoid and worried like that. You’re mine, you know that? I’m not ever letting you go.”
Niall:
"Where have you two been?!" Niall immediately asks the second you and Louis returned to the hotel. "Don’t either of you carry phones? I’ve been trying to call you for over two hours!"
“Calm down, Mum,” Louis jokes, but Niall wasn’t having any of it. “I just took (Y/N) around to see places to-“
“Why are you taking my girlfriend out in Paris?” Niall cuts off accusingly. “You know this whole best friend thing gets more and more suspicious everyday.”
“Excuse me?” Louis scoffs. “You think me? And (Y/N)? You’ve really lost your mind now, mate.”
“Don’t tell me what to-“
“Enough!” You shout, silencing both of them. “Will you two stop fighting? You’re both acting ridiculous!”
“I’ll be in my room,” Louis mutters before leaving.
“Well, are you going to tell me how amazing Louis was like you always do? Hmm? Since he took you all around Paris and every-” You roughly cut Niall off with a harsh kiss on the lips.
“If you would just let me explain,” you pant, after separating. “I was helping Louis pick a spot to propose to Eleanor tomorrow on their anniversary.” Realization and relief washed over him as he hears this. He wraps you in a warm hug.
“I’m sorry. I just get jealous cause I’m scared I’ll lose you one day.”
