Niall: “It was nice seeing you too.” You smile at Jake, he was your ex of two years. It was nice seein him, but regret seemed to fill you when your eyes laid on your very angry boyfriend. Niall Horan. He stood at the bar, his hip resting against the metal covered table. A pint in his hand, as his eyes watched you intensely. Niall was so angry, his blood began to boil. This was a
Feelings he never really got, but he controlled himself. He couldn’t lose his cool here. Soon as you finally walked towards him, that’s when his anger came into presence. “What was that?!” He growled at you, “Isn’t that the one who use to hit you?” You lay a hand on his forearm and one on his cheek. “He was apologizing to me, you’d think I’d go back to him?” His eyes stayed angrily on yours. “I love you Ni, not anyone else.” And with that, you were pulled into his grasp.
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Harry: “I really miss you.” His voice sent shivers down your back, you hated that voice. Right now, your ex stood right in front of you. Asking for you back. Soon as those words were spoke Harry was quickly at your side, his arms tightly around your wasit. Smirking and making eyes contact with Tyler(ex), then his eyes met with yours for a second. “Lets go dance babe.” Before an answer could even be given, your feet were moving in the Direction Harry was taking you. “What are you Doing?” You ask softly, whispering in his ear over the loud music. “Lets show him your mine, yeah?”
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Liam: “I don’t want you out with him.” Liam said, dead serious. His brown eyes resembled a lost puppy, scared if loosing the person he cared for most. “It’s just coffee, he just wants to talk.” Your hands were resting on his cheek. His hands were quick around your wasit, he held you like he’d never let you go. “I just don’t like seeing you with your ex.” He was jealous he’s always been of other guys. “You wanna come with me?” You smile, once the brown-haired lad nods rapidly.
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Louis: The sad look in eyes said it all, he was jealous and sad. “I promise it was nothing.” Your teeth nibbled on your bottom lip. “He was just saying hello.” The jealously was more worse then you thought, he was flaming with it. “It didn’t look like a hi when his hand was practically on your arse!” Regret soon filled you, how would you feel that way if he did that with his ex? “I’m sorry.” You frown, touching his arm softly. “I’m sure you are.”
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Zayn: “you’re mine.” His words were spoken with gritted teeth. His lips were dangerously close to your ear. There you two stood, your back against the wall, his hands all over you. You could practically smell the jealously on him. “It was nothing!” You protest, this makes him angry again. “Shutup, I saw you two, you seemed to like it.” Before you knew it his lips were hot against yours, his hands messily grasping your hair. “I’m going to show you, you’re all mine.
