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4.1 He is your best friend and he gets jealous

Harry: "Oh, you look so lovely tonight!" one of the guests at the fragrance release party walks over and kisses you on the cheek. "Oh, thank you," you reply, smoothing out the blue fabric. "I was with her when she bought it," Harry coughs, subtly moving closer and slipping his arm around your waist. The guy doesn't move his eyes away from you and Harry frowns. "Right. Right. So, gorgeous...are you single?" he asks, lightly touching your wrist. "I a-" you begin, but suddenly you're jerked to the side by Harry. "Sorry, nice talking to you but we have to go um..try the cheese! Bye!" he says quickly, leading you away with his brows furrowed in jealousy.

Louis: "I can't believed I never noticed how hot you were," an old classmate muses, having bumped into you and Louis at the supermarket. "Oh," you reply with surprise, clutching the ice cream carton in your palm. "Thank you?" Louis rolls his eyes and grabs a can of whipped cream from the shelf, moving closer to you. "How could you never notice how lovely she was? You blind, mate?" he snaps, crossing his arms. "No need to get so snappy!" the classmate holds up his hands in mock surrender and bites his tongue. "Your boyfriend is damn protective, isn't he?" Your eyes widen and you shake your head. "He's not my boyf-" you begin, but before you finish Louis cuts you off. "Look mate, fuck off. We're here to buy ice cream, not to entertain idiots like you. Good-bye."

Niall: "Let's play chicken!" you propose, brushing your wet hair off your shoulders and glancing from Niall to the group surrounding you in the water. "I'll be your partner!" one of Zayn's friends rushes forward and motions for you to climb on his shoulders. You notice Niall's face harden as he reluctantly lets a slightly buzzed girl climb onto his shoulders. "I don't like this game," he frowns, watching your partner hold onto your thighs and make jokes to make you laugh. "I actually don't want to play," he lowers his slightly-dazed partner back into the water and climbs out, brushing the water from his hair. "Niall, please play? It's not fun without you," you call out, your attitude suddenly sullen. "I'll play if you'll be my partner?" he offers, suddenly feeling like a jerk for abandoning the game--but still jealous all the same. "Deal."

Liam: "Wow, I can't believe you can lift so much weight!" you exclaim, watching Harry bench nearly double his size. "Er, thank you," he smiles, returning back to getting lost in his music. Liam watches over his shoulder and tenses his jaw. "Hey!" he calls out, motioning you over. "I can bench more, I can definitely bench more." You raise an eyebrow and watch as he adds a ton of weights to the barbell and lies on the benchpress. "Liam I don't think that's a good id-" you begin, your eyes wide with concern. "No, I got this," he grunts, his muscles straining to lift the weight over his head. Surprisingly and with strain, he does. "Wow," you exclaim, clapping your hands. "See, I'm so much stronger than he is," he grins, feeling a bit guilty for being jealous of your attention being on Harry instead of him.

Zayn: "Hey! I haven't seen you in forever, you look amazing," your old guy friend walks over and gives you a hug, his eyes quickly scanning you up and down. "So nice to see you! This is my best friend, Zayn," you introduce, patting his shoulder. "Hello," Zayn replies flatly, tightening his arm around your waist. "Wow. You have a lot of tattoos, don't you, bad boy?" your friend jokes, giving a snort. "Call me bad boy and I'll show you how bad I can really be," Zayn replies sharply, his eyes darkening as he notices your guy friend placing his hand on yours. "Feisty," he replies, raising a cocky brow. "Hey, let's go get drinks," he clears his throat, ushering you towards the refreshments table and away from your old friend.