Harry: You sit numbly on the couch, your best friend’s words not registering in your head. You just stare at the wall, Taylor’s giggle replaying over and over in your mind. [Y/F/N] picks up her ringing phone. “Oh…um…” You look over at her and she’s biting her lip. “It’s uh…it’s Harry. Again.” You shake your head and your friend silences her phone once again. “He’s called about twenty times [Y/N], maybe you should answer?” You shake your head and she sighs, getting up and walking into the kitchen. Her phone starts ringing again and you peek down at it. Call From: Anonymous Number. You pick up the phone. “Hello?” “[Y/N]?” Your heart freezes. “T-Taylor?” “[Y/N] listen to me…Harry has been calling your phone and [Y/F/N]’s phone for days and he’s just a mess because of it. It’s not what you think!” Taylor continues. “We were at a party at Drake’s mansion and were just talking…I swear it. I know the magazines and the press and people make it seem worse than it is but that’s the truth.” The line is quiet as you think over her words in your mind. Your friend walks back in the room and peers at you on her phone. “Taylor…can you put Harry on the phone please?” [Y/F/N]’s eyes widen. “[Y/N]! Oh my god baby I’ve been calling you for days I just wanted to explain…” “Oh Harry, you don’t have to explain, Taylor did it for you. I just overreacted because of the magazine and her answering your phone, I’m sorry Harry.” “No [Y/N], I’m sorry. I should have called you as soon as I knew the magazine ran that stupid article. I’m going to come see you as soon as I can…I love only you [Y/N].” You smile widely, blushing deeply. “I know that Harry.” There’s a moment of silence. “So where’s your phone?” He asks and you giggle. “It’s floating at the bottom of Sophie’s water bowl.” His deep laugh makes you smile for the first time since the phone call.
Louis: Your phone starts ringing when you pull into your driveway. Louis’ contact ID photo that he took of himself after a long day of sex pops up on your screen and you sigh as you climb out of the SUV and answer the phone. “Hey,” his voice sounds tired. “Hi…did you get my text message?” You grab your yoga bag and hold your phone to your ear as you lock the car and walk towards your door. “Hmm..oh, yeah I did I guess. It’s been a long day of interviews.” You fiddle with the difficult lock in your door and nod sarcastically. “I’m sure.” You sigh. “Listen Louis…we need to talk.” “Can it wait baby? I’m really tired.” “I know you are Louis but it can’t wait.” You let yourself into the house and place your bag down. Louis sighs. “Louis, you never told me you never want to get married.” “We never talked about it but…yes. I feel that way, marriage isn’t really important to me.” You feel tears starting to well up in your eyes as you sink down on the couch. “…[Y/N]? Are you still there?” You swallow past the lump in your throat, your accent thick when you answer. “Yeah I’m here…Louis this is a big deal. At least to me.” “It is?” Louis sounds surprised. “YES Louis!” “Of all people I’d think you’d understand [Y/N].” Louis is pissed but you don’t care. “ExCUSE me? Louis…explain yourself.” “Well…your parents are divorced so…” You gasp. Your parents divorce is still a touchy subject with you and you thought Louis knew that. “How DARE you? Did you ever think that the fact that my parents ARE divorced is the very reason marriage is important to me?” Louis sighs once again. “We can work this out [Y/N]…” “Can we Louis?” you ask softly. The line is silent for two minutes. “If I promise to keep an open mind about marriage…” Louis begins. “…do you promise to be okay with the possibility of not getting married?” You stay silent. “This is not a conversation that should take place over a phone, I know.” Louis sounds defeated. “But I am not about to give up over this issue. We okay?” You nod. “We’re okay. I love you.”
Zayn: "Pizza’s here!" You call as you walk to the door. You start when you see Zayn leaning against the doorframe. "Z-Zayn." You stutter. "What are you doing here?" "You weren’t answering my phone calls, emails, tweets…I had to come see you." You fold your arms angrily. "How did you know I was here?" "[Y/F/N] told me you were staying with her." You glare at your friend who wanders off further into her house. You turn back to Zayn, still fuming at how hot he looks. "Yeah well I didn’t really want to stay in our house after I found out you were fucking everything with breasts on tour.” Zayn snorts angrily. “Can I come in?” You glare at him for a moment more before stepping to the side and letting him enter the house. Zayn waves at [Y/F/N]’s tiny Chihuahua. The dog yaps lovingly and runs away. “What do you have to say to fix this Zayn? I’ve seen the pictures, EVERYONE knows you’re hooking up.” You spit the words at him and his breath starts coming faster. “You really think I could DO THAT TO YOU?” Zayn explodes at you, his face twisting into an ugly display of angry. “Do you think I could do that to us?” Zayn asks, this time whispering. He half sobs and you can tell he’s blinking back tears. “I have loved you…more than I have loved ANYBODY in this world. I have loved you with everything I have and everything I am.” You blink back tears of your own and slowly drop your hands from their tight crossed arms. “All those photos were taken at one house, my Aunt’s house when we toured in Germany. Her friend’s daughter leaked them onto a website and now people are making up fucked up stories.” He says everything matter-of-factly. “I’m sorry Zayn, I should have believed you. I can’t imagine why I thought those assholes on the internet were right. God, I’m so sorry Zayn.” He moves towards you, gently caressing your arms before backing you against a wall. “I love you so so so much [Y/N]…” he whispers, his breath hot on your neck. He begins nibbling on your earlobe making you moan. “So so much,” he whispers against your skin as his hands begin feeling their familiar paths across your body.
Niall: [His POV] I hadn’t moved from in front of the television set in my hotel room in three days. The other four lads had each taken turns sitting with me, offering encouraging notes of support. Louis suggested a very lovely-sounding establishment called the Booby Hut downtown while Harry suggested some movie called The Notebook. I took neither of their suggestions and watched football reruns. The image of her and him makes me burn inside. “Mate those sweatpants are grotty!” Louis announces loudly. “You need to change…have you even moved from the couch since yesterday?” I just shake my head. Louis sighs and leaves the room, the door clicking closed behind him. My eyes briefly start fluttering shut, sleep taking over, when the loud doorbell rings. “‘S open!” I call, yawning widely. “Hey bro!” Greg calls as he walks into the room. “Greg! Did’ja bring little Theo with ya?” “Not exactly…” Greg walks into the room and I smile before I see the lanky shadow following behind him. “[Y/N].” Even I recognize that my voice cracks. “Niall.” She says, her voice equally as weak. “I went and talked to [Y/N],” Greg admits. My jaw drops a bit and [Y/N] shifts uncomfortably. “I knew that it really hurt you and I got protective but also…I didn’t think she could do something like that to you.” “He was right Niall, you didn’t see what you thought you saw.” Her voice is soft and like music to my ears. I want to just close my eyes and drown myself in it but I force myself to stay strong. “I’ll just…go say hi to the lads.” Greg excuses himself as [Y/N] and I stay staring at each other. “So who was he?” I ask, my fingernails digging rivets into my palm. “That’s Robert, he’s my makeup artist. He wanted to ask me how to propose to his boyfriend Joshua.” My gaze drops as she continues to stare at me. “How could you even think I would do that to you?” Her voice breaks and I look up, astonished to see that she’s in tears. “Princess I just…” The tears start dripping off her face and I leap off the couch to wrap her in a tight hug. Her form is so warm and comforting next to mine that I melt into her as her salty tears stain my shirt. “Louis was right…those are really grotty sweats.”
Liam: You twirl in front of the mirror as two seamstresses employed by 23 for the autumn catalog fiddle with the “dusty pink” tulle skirt of the dress. Your phone starts ringing; the video chat chime sounding. Your assistant for the day Tasha hands you your phone and you’re surprised to see Harry FaceTiming you. “Hi Harry…” you raise your eyebrow, puzzled. “Hi [Y/N], say hi to Louis and Zayn!” You smile in spite of yourself as Harry shakily turns the camera so you can see Louis and Zayn crowded around him on the couch, both waving or winking at you. “So…what’s up boys?” Harry darts a panicked look at Zayn who takes the iPhone from Harry’s hand. “Erm…not much. What are you up to?” You know they’re lying but decide to ignore it. You shake your hair with your free hand and flinch when one of the seamstresses accidentally pokes you with a pin. “Well I’m here at the autumn catalog shoot, you guys are in London right?” “Yep, lovely London.” Louis chimes in. “Lovely, lovely London.” Louis is obviously uncomfortable and you know what’s coming up. “Look [Y/N],” Harry starts. “We know what happened between you and Liam.” “Yeah,” Louis continues. “We just want to let you know that the tabloids aren’t entirely right…I mean yes we do party on tour but they made it seem worse than it is.” You sigh and bite your lip. “It wasn’t entirely the partying thing, although that was a big part of it.” You confess. “I’m not a big fan of partying and stuff like that, small girl from Idaho.” You smile at the thought of your home town. “And it was a little intimidating to see him enjoying it so much, something I don’t really know anything about. But of course, it’s also the distance. I just…” you wipe a small tear off the corner of your eye. “I just miss him so much.” You blink back the rest of the tears and smile at the boys. “We’d hoped that’s what it was so, hope you’re not mad at us but…” Zayn pans the camera and you see Liam tearing up on the sofa just beyond him. “Hi,” you say quietly. “Hi.” He says back. “Well we’ll leave you two alone then,” Louis excuses the rest of the boys and you hear them file out of the room. “I miss you,” you say simply. “You have no idea.” He blubbers.
