Niall: Shortly after he explained to you the real meaning of FAT (fucking amazing though) he tweeted ‘thanks to all the friends telling my lovely girlfriend y/n that she’s fat she knows that she is FAT aka Fucking Amazing Though!’ Soon enough Y/Nisfingamazingthough was trending number one world wide, leaving you a teary, but happy, mess in Niall’s arms.
Liam: It turned out that Liam was sick as well, so the two of you mostly stayed there on the sofa, watching TV and just spending the quality time together. The house got messier and messier the longer that you two were sick, but as soon as you two were all better, you spent the next few days tidying the house up and make it sparkling clean.
Zayn: After that night you still had some trust issues with him. The word ‘ugly’ echoed around your head in his voice endlessly, driving you slightly mad. He began to notice that when you let that word get too powerful in your mind, you would wrinkle your nose and bite your lip with a faraway look in your eyes. To remedy that, he would wrap his arm around you, drawing you in close and whispering in your ear. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” And then kiss you until you smiled.
Louis: Even though you had apologized, you didn’t move from that spot beside him, you were waiting for his answer to your last question. “Tell me, oh great Louis Tomlinson, why am I so stupid?” Finally he laughed. “Because, darling,” he spit the word out like it stung his tongue. “I’m in love with you and I have been for a while now. Even your brother could see that.” You didn’t have time to react before he was turning to look at you at last, his mouth connecting with yours. “Alright, maybe I am a little oblivious.” You giggled when he pulled away for a brief moment before you pulled him back in.
Harry: "You know, babe, I should get you one of those leashes that I’ve seen kids on. Where they’re attached to a bag on their back and their Mum walks them around so they can’t go too far." He laughed as he helped you inside the house. "Shut up, Harry." You frowned at him, playfully swatting his shoulder. "That guy threw his drink on me and now I’m all sticky and I have a headache." Harry pushed you lightly towards the bathroom. "I love you, Y/N, but you need to go get cleaned up." You winked at him and started tugging your clothes off as you went.
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