Louis: You know how your parents had always told you not to talk to strangers online and all that gibberish that no one ever listened to. You met this guy on Omegle of all places, you started talking and something clicked, so you decided to exchange numbers. For a long time it was just texting, no phone calls, no pictures or anything. That was always sort of suspicious, but you were just having fun talking to him. Finally, one day he asked if you would meet him, he’d fly you to meet him, “Only if you tell me anything about you. I can’t just fly out to meet a total stranger.” That’s when he told you who he was and for proof he tweeted the most random thing you could think of. “I’m sweating orange juice.”
Zayn: It was nothing major, but you noticed he’d been quiet the past few days. Every time you mentioned it, he would shut down basically. After four days, you couldn’t take it any longer. “Zayn, what are you not telling me?” He shook his head, pulled out a cigarette, and lit up. “It’s nothing, Y/N. It’s nothing, I swear.” You frowned and watched as he smoked his way through three cigarettes. “Do you want to break up with me or something? We’ve barely talked in the past few days. I miss you.” Zayn dropped the butt onto the ground and stubbed it with his toe. “It’s none of that. I love you, Y/N. But I’ve been keeping a secret. I bought us a house, actually. I wanted to know if you would move in with me?”
Harry: When Harry gets drunk, he likes to tell secrets. Usually they aren’t his and typically he tells them to you. That night was no different. You’d been at a party together and he’d been drinking from the moment you stepped inside until you pried the bottle from his hand. By the time you got home, he’d already spilled secrets that you were sure the other boys hadn’t wanted you to know about them. Then you were home and he was pulling you down onto the bed, giggling and bright eyed. “I’ve got a secret for you, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes and tucked yourself closer to him. “My secret is that I love you. I haven’t told you before, and I wasn’t going to tell you and I know I’m drunk, but you have to believe me, Y/N. I love you.”
Niall: When the two of you really started getting serious, he decided it was time to tell you the truth. It started two years before he met you. There was this night and this girl and they were both drunk and then a month later she called him. She was pregnant and it was his. He didn’t want the fans to know about the baby, so he told her to keep it and he’d give them as much support as he could, visit them whenever he could, and in time he would let the world meet the baby. So now that he trusted you and loved you and could fully see you in his future, he decided to tell you about his son. It took you a bit to wrap your head around it, but once you did, you were anxious to meet the little boy.
Liam: His hot skin burned against yours and you sighed, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. A long night of sleep had left you well-rested and wide awake at such an early hour of the morning. As you ran your fingers over his skin, you noticed a new mark on it. Having had his tattoos and freckles and scars all memorized by the point in the relationship, you noticed the small tattoo hidden just beneath where his waistband would usually fall. Tracing the new ink with your finger, you heard him sigh. “I got it for you, but it was a secret. Guess it’s not anymore.” You continued to trace it until he grabbed your hand and drew your attention to his face. “I love you, you know that, right?” “Yeah, I love you too, Liam.” You leaned up and kissed him, losing yourself in the early morning bliss.
