You don’t talk
Louis- You were the new stylist for One Direction because Lou took off since she was pregnant. You really didn’t know any of the boys, not even their names but you figured you’d learn. Just then a boy with brown hair and blue eyes sprinted in.
“I heard we had a new stylist and Harry said she’s fit!” He yelled then locked eyes with you, “I guess that’s you.” He smiled and you waved. He walked over and extended his hand to you.
“I’m Louis,” He smiled and you desperately looked around for your boss. She walked over to Louis.
“Uhh, Lou this is (Y/N). She doesn’t talk.” She explained.
“You don’t talk!” He said surprised. You shrugged and nodded towards the chair. He sat down and you started messing with his hair.
“So (Y/N), is it difficult to not talk?” He asked and you laughed and shook your head.
“Well, I think it’s cool… do you not to anyone?” He asked and you shifted uncomfortable not sure how to answer him, “Oh I didn’t think about that I’m sorry… umm can you type the answer on my phone?” He asked and you nodded. He handed you his phone and you typed, “I talk to people I really trust.” He smiled.
“So how about we go get lunch after this, you can text me what you want so you don’t have to talk.” He said looking hopeful and you nodded.
Harry- Harry was your best friend, but when he left for tour he missed a lot. You got hurt… bad. That party is something you always regret. Ever since that night you haven’t spoken. Of course he doesn’t know that it would only worry him. There was a knock at your front door and you slowly opened it when you were captured in a hug.
“(Y/N)!” Harry screamed picking you up. You hugged him back and buried your head in his neck.
“I missed you.” He said and set you down to look at you, “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)… say something.” He said and your eyes grew wide. You frantically shook your hands trying to say it’s not him without actually saying it.
“What?” Obviously you’re not very good at body language. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to your room.
“If it’s something I did, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to really.” He said and you chuckled. You sat him down and pulled out a piece of paper explaining that you didn’t talk anymore and by the end he looked hurt. You wrote what’s wrong and he looked at you and hug you tight whispering, “I love your voice.”
Niall- You had finally won front row One Direction tickets. You had been trying so hard and sneaking around the house wasn’t easy either. Yeah your parents were strict, they didn’t really like you, and in fact they beat you pretty bad. You weren’t allowed to talk so you almost forgot how. But all that didn’t matter because you finally got to meet the boy that got you through it, and there he was. Niall Horan. You were having a great time, until they called you onstage. You (regretfully) went up as Louis reached for your hand.
“This lovely girl won the (radio station) contest!” Harry said. Niall walked over to you, mic in hand.
“What’s your name beautiful?” He asked and held the mic to your mouth, but you didn’t say anything. You couldn’t.
“Come on love, don’t be shy” Louis said standing next to you. You looked at Niall with pleading eyes. He must have noticed because he whispered to Liam then took your hand and dragged you backstage.
“Why aren’t you talking?” He questioned when you got to his dressing room. You just stood there with a worried look not knowing what to say, or even how to say it. It seemed as if Niall realized that you couldn’t talk.
