Liam: His hand was wrapped securely around yours, your footsteps in sync with each other. People were pressing in on you from all sides and honestly it was terrifying. “Guys!” Liam shouted, “Please, can you back off? We’re just trying to go shopping. If you wait back at the hotel, I’ll take pictures with you when we get back.” You squeezed his hand as the fans suddenly backed off, muttering to themselves, but letting you pass through the mob and continue down the street. When you got back to the hotel, laden with shopping bags, they moved out of the way again. They let you through and Liam stayed behind to fulfill his promise of taking pictures with as many of them as he could.
Louis: All your life, your best friend had lived just down the road from you. No matter what, he was always just a three minute walk away and you took advantage of that whenever you could. As you grew up, you grew further and further apart until the day came that he made it on XFactor and the emotional distance became literal as he moved to London. Louis didn’t come home for a while, but when he finally did, he showed up at your door and asked you to go for a walk with him. It was a little weird at first. You hadn’t spoken to each other in years and then suddenly he was here and he was this big star but he was just Lou. When you were halfway down the road, he stopped you and turned you to face him. “I never told you this, Y/N, but I always had a major crush on you and I’ve always wanted to do this.” With those words, he kissed you and the barrier between you was broken and rebuilt into something much greater than before.
Zayn: "I don’t think that -" He was cut off by a shriek as a young girl, probably nine or ten, barreled towards him. Her arms wrapped around him and you could see the discomfort on his face. "Zayn! I love you! Can I have a picture?" She grinned up at him, missing her two front teeth. "Of course you can." He posed for a picture with the little girl while her mother took the photo. As you moved down the street a bit more, just trying to reach the restaurant he was taking you for dinner, you encountered a few more fans, all begging for a picture and a few words.
Harry: You’d done it. You’d found a place where you could walk down the streets together and not be attacked by fans. You could walk hand in hand and talk or be quiet and just watch the people and cars as they went by. Harry’s arm was heavy when it dropped over your shoulders, “Did you see that guy’s tattoo?” “Do you think he’d tell me where he got it done?” “Do you wanna go get a tattoo, Y/N?” Harry asked a dozen questions in the space of one minute. The headlights of cars zoomed by, golden against the night sky, and you took his hand. “Yeah, let’s go get you another dumb tattoo, Harry.”
Niall: Giggles fell down from on top of Niall’s shoulders where your son was perched, his fingers tangled in your husband’s faded-to-brown hair. He did the dipping motion again that caused even more laughs to sound from both of their mouths. It was at the end of a long summer day and Niall had just gotten home from tour; to spend a bit of quality family time together, you decided to go on a walk through the neighborhood, the last rays of sunlight vanishing over the horizon. “I missed you, Daddy.” your son’s laughter faded away, an unusual seriousness falling over his features. “I missed you too. Both of you.” Niall flipped the little boy off his shoulders and into his arms, cradling him there as he leaned over to kiss you.
