Harry: “What’s on your neck, Harry?” asks a curious fan. “Oh,um, nothing, I don’t know,” he stammers, obviously embarrassed. “(Y/N), just joined us on tour and she got a bit excited.,” Niall tells the fan. “Niall, shut up” Harry comments. “But, don’t worry. (Y/N) has some to,” Niall adds. “Niall, seriously, shut up.” The fan giggles and Niall continues through Harry’s pleas. “And boy are they loud! I mean, guys, it’s a large bus, but all the bunks are clumped together.” “Okay, fan time is over, Niall, let’s go.” “I’m not done with the story!” Niall whines. “Yes you are,” Harry says, grabbing Niall’s arm and dragging him off. “I’ll tell you the rest at the concert tonight!” “No, you won’t, Niall.”
Liam: “(Y/N)!” Liam calls out. “Yeah?” “Can you come to bathroom really quick?” You appear at the door and see Liam’s worried face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” you ask. “This is what’s wrong!” he says, pointing to his neck. “Oh my god!” “(Y/N), what am I going to do? I have so many interviews today!” “They’ll cover them up right?” “I don’t know!” “Hey, hey, Liam, calm down, okay? Think on the bright side.” “What bright side?!” “Liam, think.” “Um, on the bright side, girls know to stay away from me?” “Okay, see? Better now?” “Yeah, yeah, I’m good honey.”
Niall: You woke up to the beautiful sound of your husband singing in the shower. You smile and climb out of the bed to meet him in the bathroom. He was combing his hair at the mirror, with a towel around his waist, when you approached. “Good morning beautiful,” Niall says, kissing the top of your head. “Niall, what is on your neck?” Niall glances towards the mirror and starts laughing, “Damn baby, you marked me up good!” “I did that?” you asked, shocked. “Oh yeah baby, this is all you,” Niall says, kissing you.
Louis: “Louis! How rough were you last night?” you question, inspecting your neck in the mirror. “Hey! I was mad, okay? No boy talks to you like that.” “God Louis, I have a job interview today!” “Well, you could cover them up with make-up, or you could fake sick and we could have round two.” “Louis!” you shriek, slapping his arm. “I was kidding, kinda.” “Louis, you know how important this interview is to me!” “Okay, here’s some make-up,” Louis says, passing you a tube of lipstick. “Louis, this is lipstick, this won’t cover the marks!” “I know, you lips just looked a little dry.” “Louis! Dry lips are the least of my problems!” “Okay, god, I’ll leave you alone then.” “Thank you!” you say, closing the bathroom door.
Zayn: “Where’d you get those bites, Zayn?” “I, um, I don’t know?” he stammers. “You cheated on me, didn’t you?” “No! No, of-of course not.” “Zayn! Why are you lying to me?” “I’ so so so sorry, please don’t be mad. You look at your teary eyed boyfriend and began to cry. “Don’t be mad! YOU CHEATED! You inconsiderate asshole. I love you!” “(Y/N), I can explain! I was drunk and she looked like you! I swear, I would never purposely hurt you! God, I’m so stupid!” “That’s a cute excuse Zayn. But, I forgive you.” “You do?” “Of course, I don’t know what I would do without you, But, this is your only chance, okay?” “Of course, I promise you, never again.”
