Louis: Louis had brought you along to that night’s after party. You were really tired, but trying your best to play it up for him. Then he said your least favorite words, “I’m going to go get a drink, want anything?” You shook your head nervously hoping he might change his mind. But then he left and you felt your heart start to pound, being alone at these things always made you nervous. “Hi (y/n),” you heard Ellie Goulding come up behind you. You stood there for a few minutes mouth wide open, “Oh my god! You remember my name?” She smiled, “Of course I do love, your Louis girlfriend. We talked for like an hour,” she reminded you. “Sorry, I just… I’m not used to the… awkward… I’m awkward,” you word vomited. “You’re too cute,” she giggled a little. “Want to dance,” she offered probably realizing that talking was not your strong point. “It’s not really anymore graceful that my talking, but sure.” You both headed to the dance floor and you proved just how little rhythm you had as the music got louder. It was fun though, because Ellie had a grand time imitating some of your moves. You actually ended up staying for a few songs. When her boyfriend came to pull her away she was disappointed and you exchanged contact information so you could get together another time. “Making some new friends,” Louis asked startling you a bit as she walked away. “Don’t ask me how. I just made a complete fool of myself.” He smiled, “Couldn’t have been that bad. Did you just exchange numbers?” “I mean yeah, but I was trying so hard not to make a fool of myself tonight.” He put his arm around your shoulder, “you’re the most fun when you act like a fool though. Stop trying to be cool, you know that the pressure makes your slip ups that much more frequent,” he joked. “You don’t care that I’m not smooth like you, ‘the life of the party’?” He shook his head like it was obvious, “No one in their right mind would date me. I’m a horrible boyfriend; I don’t want any part of me.” “Gee thanks, what does that say about my taste,” you pushed his side slightly. “You made a bad decision and I made you fall in love with me before you could change your mind.” He tickled your side, causing you to flinch into him. He was perfect, “That’s true I do love you.” “And I love you so don’t change,” he kissed you to help the words sink in.
Harry: You pushed your food around on your plate. “(Y/n) you’re supposed to eat the pasta not split them into teams.’’ You looked up to Harry and half-heartedly smiled, but turned back to the pasta disgusted. “I’m not hungry,” you spoke slightly louder than your growling stomach. His eyebrows furrowed, as he took a few confused bites. “Are you going to eat anything?” He looked worried, but he had no reason to be. “It’s not like I’m going to waste away,” you dropped your silverware on the plate and went to wash your dishes. “What are you talking about,” Harry got up concerned. “Is this why you have barely been eating?” He removed the dishes from your hands and pulled you away from the sink. “We look ridiculous together,” you must have finally reached your limit because you were crying now and tried to push him away. “Who said that,” Harry asked although he very well knew that everyone: fans, newscasters, exes, even family and friends were saying it. He wasn’t letting you gain any distance from him, like Chinese handcuffs, as you struggled he held you tighter and closer. “Who’s not said it,” you countered. You tried not to let on how upset you actually were. “Our real friends and family, people who understand what real love is and me,” he seemed hurt by the fact that you were in the group that had. It never occurred to you that cutting yourself down and his decision to love you might upset him. “I’m hurting you; I’m hurting your career. I just want you to be happy,” you didn’t want to feel bad about what you said. “You make me happy. You, with your appetite, and gorgeous body,” he traced his hands over your waist knowing you wouldn’t run anymore, and then kissed your cheek, “Almost as stunning as your heart. Anyone who thinks we don’t look right together can go fuck themselves, because I know for a fact that we fit together.” He pulled you closer and somehow he had managed to actually make you fell worthy, something that no other person could ever do. You needed him and even if he was selling you a bunch of lies you didn’t mind, “well if you feel that way, a little bit of pasta wouldn’t hurt.” Harry smiled and grabbed your plate he had set to the side. He grabbed your waist so he could lead you back to your spot at his table. He kept admiring you as you ate, which was uncomfortable, but also the reason you loved him.
