"The Only Reason"
Harry:
Words were spoken. Words that couldn’t be taken back. Words he’d instantly regretted. Head in his hands, he hesitantly looked up at you. You’d stopped pacing, now glued with your feet to the living room floor, eyes trained on him. Opening his mouth to speak, you stopped him instantly. “Harry, don’t speak. I think– I just need time. Just let me think it over,” you choked, fighting the tears that threatened in your eyes. You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, pulling the warm, soft fabric of Harry’s sweatshirt you’d forgotten you wore, tighter to your body. “I just don’t know– how’re we gonna fix this? How’re we gonna undo all the pain?” you muttered, chewing your lower lip. With every word you spoke, he could feel his heart breaking, slowly ripping to pieces. “Harry,” you whispered, voice barely audible, “tell me, is it even worth it to you anymore?” With one last look in his direction, you shook your head sadly as a single tear slid down your cheek. Turning for the door, you felt his long fingers close around your wrist. “I can’t take back the past,” he murmured, emerald eyes boring into you, “but I’m taking back the time we can’t replace.” With those words, he crushed his lips to yours, kissing you fiercely.
Liam:
You walked into the living room to find Liam perched on the edge of the sofa, two cold bottles of beer waiting on the coffee table in from of him. He was flipping through a stack of DVDs, head popping up when he heard you walk in. “Hey babe,” he smirked, holding up the movies, he asked, “what’ll it be tonight?” You gave him a sad eyed look. “Pizza and a movie?” you sighed. Chuckling lightheartedly, he trained his coffee eyes on yours. “Did we get our wires crossed?” he asked concerned, “I thought that was always the plan for tonight.” With a shrug, you whispered, “Liam… Are we, like, in a rut?” Raising an eyebrow at you, he smirked. “A rut?” Nodding softly, you mumbled, “yeah, I mean, is this same old, same old making us tired? I just don’t wanna feel like it’s too late to bring us back to life.” With a smile he crossed to your side in three short strides. Gripping your hips, he pressed your back against the living room wall, lips hot against your ear. “Then lets spice things up,” he purred, locking his lips with yours. His hands moved hastily over your body, feeling every curve as he lifted you off your feet. Swiftly, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling your bodies closer.
Zayn:
There was a loud pounding on your apartment door. Glancing at the clock, you worked to clear the sleep from your eyes, as you stumbled blinding from bed, ambling to the door. “Okay, okay. Hold on,” you mumbled, pulling open the wooden door. Zayn stood before you, eyes dark, and bloodshot. “Zayn? What– what are you doing here?” He took a wobbly step toward you, strong hand coming to cup your face, thumb tracing the line of your lower lip. “I close my eyes. I try to sleep,” he slurred, the potent smell of whiskey coating his breath as he tried to pull your lips to his. Turning away, you trained your eyes to the ground. “Zayn, we can’t keep living like this. I can’t…” you whispered, trailing off. Tipping your chin back up to face him, you saw his own pain reflected in the depths of his chocolate irises. “I fall apart without you. I find it hard to breathe,” he muttered, thumbs digging into your hips, locking you in place against him, “Even though my dizzy head is numb, I swear my heart is never giving up. You’re the reason. The only reason.” Tenderly running a hand through his inky hair, you took a steadying breath. “I need you,” he begged. Carefully, you allowed him to place his lips to yours.
Niall:
It happened in a single moment. A slight tilt of your head, and suddenly, it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. All the feelings he’s been harboring for you, now rising to the surface of his heart, as he looks sideways at you. You sit with your legs tucked delicately beneath you, chopsticks poised in your dainty grasp as you slurp up the slippery Chinese noodles. Your eyes are trained on the TV, oblivious to the fact that he’s staring at you. But he cant help it, you make him crazy; your smile, your attitude, that little way your nose scrunches up when you laugh. His head is swirling with all the words he’s wanted to say, until finally he blurts them all out. “I love you. I’ve loved you for so long,” he murmurs. Shocked, your mouth falls open, a noodle sliding from your lips. “I feel you burning under my skin,” he continues, “you consume my thoughts. I lose sleep thinking about the future. About you. All I can see is you. And I swear, I see you shining. You’re brighter than the flame burning inside those warm eyes of yours.” You sit in awe, captivated by the words you’d only ever dreamed of hearing him say. Without a moment of hesitation, you lean over, and crash a smiling kiss to his lips.
Louis:
He stood in the kitchen, hands gripping the countertop in frustration. His knuckles white, he realized his jaw was clenched. Releasing his death grip on the granite, Louis pushed his hands through his tousled brown hair. He was kicking himself for letting his temper get in the way, replaying your fight over in his head. His mind was racing with the thought of all the bitter words spoken. It felt like everything was broken over some dumb argument. And now, he couldn’t even remember why the fight had started in the first place. Just then the teakettle whined, signaling the water was hot, and instantly he was pulled from his thoughts. Pouring two steaming mugs of your favorite, peach tea, he padded his way quietly down the hall to the bedroom. “(Y/N)?” he whispered, lightly pushing open the door. Sitting near the end of the king-sized bed, you kept your back facing him. Hesitantly, he crossed to your side, and held out one of the mugs for you. “I’m sorry, love. I wish I could take it back. Every last word, because honestly, I don’t even know why we’re in this stupid fight,” he murmured, “but I do know, it’s never too late to bring us back to life.” With a slight smirk, you muttered, “took you long enough.” With a chuckle of his own, he pulled your lips to his.
