ayn: “If you ever leave me baby, leave some morphine at my door. Cause it would take a whole lot of medication.”
Zayn smokes a lot. Everyone knows that. But now that you’re gone things got worse. He smokes more than before. Whenever he can get his hands on a smoke, he does. He knows it isn’t good for him. He just does it cause he knows you hated it. Maybe him smoking can get you back. Even if it was just you yelling at him to stop smoking. As long as he saw you. “Zayn?” Liam asks him as Zayn is lost in his thoughts. Liam slightly shoves him. “What?” Liam reaches over to grab the cigarette in Zayn’s hand and he throws it on the floor. “Enough of this. It’s bad. And you know it.” Zayn stays quiet. Liam had a point. “I know, i just don’t think much about what happen when i smoke.” Liam looks over at him feeling bad for Zayn. No one should feel what Zayn’s going through. Especially knowing it wasn’t healthy.
Harry: “So keep in mind all the sacrifices I’m making, to keep you by my side. To keep you from walkin’ out the door”
"Harry you need to go see your family for Christmas." Of course you wanted Harry to go with you to your parents house. You just didn’t want to keep him from his family. He hasn’t seen them in a long time. "But I want to spend time with you." You knew he actually wanted to go home. He just didn’t want you to feel like he didn’t want to spend time with you. "Just go, and I’ll meet you there on Christmas Eve." He thinks about it for a bit. "Promise?" You smile at him as you peck his pink lips. "Promise." He smiles showing you his beautiful dipples. "If you don’t I’m going to be super mad." He says pouting. "I promised. I never break a promise. Right?" He nods. "True. I just don’t want you to think i don’t want to spend time with you." You turn to him. "You don’t need to sacrifice things for me. You’re family needs to see you." "You’re the best. You know that?" A smile spreads on your face.
Niall: “Cause they’ll be no sunshine if i lose you baby. There’ll be no clear skies if i lose you baby.”
Everyone knows Niall waited for the perfect girl. Who ever got Niall was pretty fucken lucky. He wasn’t looking for a certain girl. Just a girl that he knew was right. Not looks wise. But personality. When he met you everything fell into place. He had found the perfect girl. Everything seemed complete to him. To him you’d last forever. But when you both broke up he broke too. It was his first actual serious relationship. So, for you to just end it broke him completely. Emotionally, physically. But that wasn’t going to stop him right? He had to try and forget about you. But it would’nt work. Everything seemed dead. Nothing had a meaning to him. He missed you and he wanted you. Only you. And not being able to have you killed him. Everyone noticed. He wouldn’t talk as much. He didn’t eat as much. He just wasn’t himself. Because he was missing his other half.
Louis: “I’ll never be your mother’s favorite. Your daddy can’t even look me in the eyes.”
You and Louis had gone to your parents house to visit. You figured it was time for you parents to meet the love of your life. Louis wasn’t nervous. You were actually a bit more nervous then he was. Maybe because you knew your dad. You knew how he’d react. Your father always saw you with a business man. In a tuxedo and stuff. But you wanted a bad boy. Who doesn’t? “So this is the Louis you’ve been talking about. I thought he’d be a bit different.” Your father looks at Louis from head to toe. “Hello Sir.” Louis shakes his hand. You give your father a look so he’ll stop being rude. Your mother comes out seeing Louis and being a bit surprised. “Hi honey.” She pulls him in for a hug. Your mother isnt as rude as your father but she still criticises in her head. Does it really matter if your parents don’t like Louis? You love him. Why should that change because of them. Nothing will change your mind because you know he’s perfect.
Liam: “I’ll pick up the broken pieces till I’m bleeding if that’ll make it right.”
Of course, you and Liam were arguing about something so stupid again. It usually happens after he comes home to work. He’s just frustrated. They aren’t tense just little arguments. He apologizes afterwards and he feels incredibly bad. “Listen to me for fuck sake y/n!” You turn to look at him causing a plate to fall. You were doing dishes and he was arguing about something pointless. You look down at the broken plate. “I’m sorry I was listening.” You bend down to pick up the glass. He sighs bending down next to you, stopping you from picking it up. “You’ll cut yourself babe. Let me do it.” You look at him. “Then you’ll cut yourself.” You mumble to him. “Its my fault. I’m sorry.” He throws the glass away and he turns towards you as he pulls you close. “I hate when i come home like this. I’m sorry.” You lay your head against his chest. “You’re frustrated. Its not your fault.” He kisses your lips gently. “I’ll try to change. Promise.”
