Liam: "I..I just want what you guys have," Niall sniffs, leaning his head on your shoulder, tears clouding his blue eyes. "Aw, Niall," Liam mumbles, running his hand through the blonde's hair. "Demi's just...not in a place for a guy like you right now," you say softly, handing him a tissue. "Any girl would be lucky to have you," Liam adds. Niall sniffs and shakes his head. "Niall, come on, there are millions, LITERALLY millions of girls out there. One of them is bound to be your princess," you assure him, looking at Liam with a shrug. "Ice cream?" Liam mouths over Niall's head. You nod. "Good Idea," you mouth back. Liam heads to the kitchen and returns with a carton of Vanilla Bean and a spoon. "The best way to get over a girl," he offers, Niall's face breaking into a smile for the first time all day. "Thanks you guys...for just bein' here for me," he says softly, eating a spoonful of ice cream. "Aw, anytime, sweets," you reply, patting his shoulder.
Niall: "Come on, Zayn, you have to get out of bed," Niall looks at you for help and you join him at the toffee skinned boys side. "No! There's no reason to get out of bed," Zayn mumbles, pulling the blankets over his face. "Zayn, I know you don't like your haircut, but you can't just check out from the world," you say softly, pulling the blanket off him. "But I look TERRIBLE," he sighs, looking from you to Niall with a frown. "You do NOT look terrible," Niall assures him. "You look amazing, still," you add, offering a smile. "Do not," he mumbles, looking at his reflection on his phone. "I look like shit." You roll your eyes. "Zayn, you do NOT look like shit," you grumble. Niall runs out of the room and returns with his gutiar and you look at him with a confused look. He starts strumming and singing his own little song. "Zayn...even though you don't like your...mane..." he sings. "Your hair looks nice, better than ice and there are a million girls who'd still like to bang ya, and HEY me too if I didn't have a girlfriend and I swung that waaay." His song sends both you and Zayn into laughter and Niall smiles. Zayn runs his hand through his hair and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "You sure it looks good?" he asks, unsure. "Looks great, Zayn," you assure him.
Zayn: "I...I can't believe she's...dead," Harry says blankly, staring into space. His grandma had passed away yesterday and he's been a teary mess ever since. You look at Zayn and frown, both of you feeling sorry for the curly-haired boy. "C'mere Haz," you tell him. He scoots next to you and bursts into tears, leaning his head on your lap. "Harry, she was suffering...but now she's in a better place," Zayn says softly, rubbing his friend's back. You run your hand through Harry's curls, petting him like a cat the way you know he likes. Harry nods slowly and shuts his eyes. "I know, I just miss her is all," he says softly. "I know, it's hard Harry," Zayn says quietly. "Why don't you...why don't you dedicate a song to her at the next concert?" you offer. Harry smiles a bit through his tears. "I like that. It's...nice," he mumbles. After a few moments he sits up and kisses you and Zayn on the cheek. "Thanks you guys, I'm glad...I'm glad to have you."
Louis: "Liam, I'm so sorry," you wrap the boy with the bloodshot eyes in a hug and he sighs. "You're better off without her, Liam," Louis offers, hugging the boy next. "I just...I thought we'd be together forever," Liam sniffs, still in his pajamas. You and Louis look at each other and sigh. Danielle had cheated on Liam with one of her dancer friends and Liam's been a mess ever since. "She was no good," you add, holding up a bag. "We brought some movies and junk food?" He smiles half-heartedly. "Thanks guys," he replies, taking the bag and setting it on the table. "Hey Liam, do I look pretty?" Louis makes a funny face in an attempt to cheer Liam up. It works. Liam laughs and shakes his head. "Hey, Liam, you know, you've got a really nice laugh," you add, making the sad brown-eyed boy smile. "Let's watch some funny YouTube videos, get you back to your old self, Li," Louis pats his friend's back and the three of you head to the sofa and open Liam's laptop. An hour later, Danielle's been put aside in his mind and he's smiling again. "Thanks guys...for cheering me up. You two certainly know how to make a lad smile," he hugs the both of you with a smile. "Anything for you, LiLi," you smile.
Harry: "C'mon, Lou, you know they aren't true!" you tell Louis, who's face is buried in a pillow, a stance he'd been in for the past twenty minutes. "Louis, come on! Don't let them win," Harry adds, running his hand through Louis' dark hair. "Their just RUMORS," you say again, tickling Louis' feet. Louis starts laughing despite himself, and you stop. His face goes grim again. "That was a low blow, (Y/N). You know my feet are ticklish," he shakes his head. "Oh, Lou. Come ON, you're the sassmaster from Doncaster," Harry teases, wrapping his friend in a hug. "Get on Twitter and show them who's boss," you offer, handing him his phone. Louis takes the phone and stares at it blankly. "But, there are so many rumors saying El's a beard and it's just...I can't keep..." he groans and you lean on his shoulder. "Lou, the most important thing is that you and El know you two are real. That WE know you two are real," you begin. "If they don't believe it, then...fuck 'em," Harry adds. Louis shrugs and you and Harry look at each other with a smile and you nod. All at once, you and Harry start tickling Louis like crazy and Louis' laughter fills the room. "STOP! STOP!" he shouts through laughs. "Fine, I'll forget it! Just stop...STOP TICKLING ME!" You and Harry both stop and Louis' face is in a smile again. "You guys are right. I love Eleanor and she loves me and who cares about what everyone else thinks, right?" he says, scrolling through his phone. "Right," Harry replies, winking at you.
