Harry:
"But Harry, this is the third time we've rearranged this," you moan down the phone, "I'm there now, i'm at the studio, where you're supposed to be!". You hear him sigh down the line.
"I know babe, but works work, I can't just say no can I?". You're scowling, both hurt and annoyed that your plans had been wrecked once more by some ridiculous change of plan.
"There's always an excuse isn't there?"
"Don't be like that babe," Harry starts, but you're not in the mood for an explanation - you'd been having a really rough time recently and you'd been looking forward to spending sometime with your boyfriend.
"It doesn't matter Harry, I'll see you when you get home," you reply half-heartedly, and before he has the chance to say anything back, you hang up. You lean against the brick wall, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath of the cool night air.
"You been stood up too then?" someone chuckles nearby, and you open your eyes to find Zayn walking over to you, then matching your position leaning against the wall.
You scoff, "You could say that," you look ahead once more, before your head flicks back around to stare at your friend.
"How come you're out here and Harry has to stay behind?"
"We got all our vocals done, Harry didn't - he's got to redo some of them," Zayn explains.
"I wish I still had to do some vocals still - Perrie's just cancelled on me, not very well bless her."
"Aw, hope she gets better," you smile sadly back at him, and he nods, agreeing.
"How about we go out and get a drink together?" he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, pushing himself away from the bar.
"Better than both of us going home and moping about on our owns." You grin, nodding eagerly, and as Zayn hails down a taxi, you quickly pull out your phone and text an apology to Harry for being grumpy earlier, and where to find you and Zayn if he happened to get out earlier than expected.
Niall:
"Come on in," Liam grins, opening the door to the apartment he and Niall shared for you to come in, "I doubt he'll be much longer,"
You roll your eyes, smiling as you settle down on the settee, "I don't know why I'm surprised, Niall's never had any sense of time,"
"You're right there," Liam joins in with your laughter, shaking his head.
"He's always makes us late for appearances and things - we've actually started telling him we have to be ready even earlier, so at least then he's on time!"
"Oh gosh," you laugh harder, hiding your face behind your hands. "You look nice," Liam smiles at you shyly.
"Off anywhere special?" You look down at the simply black dress you were wearing.
"Thanks. My aunty helped organised like a charity dance, party thing, so we're heading over there," you roll your eyes, "Dress code, formal."
He chuckles slightly at your obvious distaste, "Well I'm sure you'll have a great time anyway..."
He trails off as the front door opens, the noise of loud laughing and joking making its way into the apartment.
"Hey," Niall cheers, his eyes then falling to you, and he leans over the back of the settee to kiss you on the cheek.
"Hey babe. Look whose here!" He gestures behind him where Sean Cullen is stood, pulling a silly pose.
You roll your eyes, "Hiya Sean," you chuckle, smiling widely at how happy Niall seems, having his best friend here.
