Liam: You both groaned as your phone lit up. This was one of the first nights you and Liam had spent together, in a long time. You had been working very hard lately, trying very hard to get a promotion. Countlessly Liam had told you to slow yourself down, that he could take care of you. You always said “Just in case.” Not liking the thought of him taking care of you completely.
Zayn: “How can you just type…for hours?” Zayn asked, looking over your shoulder at your laptop as you typed, not even stopping to think. You just shrugged, not really paying attention. “Look, why don’t you sleep now. You’ve been writing for almost three hours!” He exclaimed, gently putting his book down. You shrugged again, “Zayn, this is for tomorrow, if I don’t have this finished for tomorrow, I’m fired.” You said, stopping for seconds and then continuing. “C’mon.” He mumbled “I can take care of you for as long as you need it.” He smiled, kissing your head and closing the laptop slowly.
Louis: “(Y/N), why the hell do you have three Blackberries?” He asked, picking them all up and trying to look through them. “Louis! Don’t Touch!” You scolded, grabbing them out of his hands and checking them all for emails. “Why are you so stressed out? You don’t even need to work.” “Of course I have to work. You’re not going to be here to take care of me forever.” He frowned at the thought of not always having you. “What makes you think I won’t be here to take care of you?” “Oh come on, Lou. Don’t get upset, we’ve been together for a while already and you just turned 21, how can you say you’ll want to see grouchy old me everyday?” You said, throwing down your phones and looking him in the eyes. “That day, will never come. I love grouchy old you, more than I love…” he kissed your nose as he contemplated, “my ass.” He whispered, causing you to burst into giggles.
Niall: “Can you just stop? For ten minutes?” He asked, obviously getting annoyed with your table behaviour. You just placed your phone on the table, which he snapped up and scrolled through. “Work? Really? C’mon, love. You need to relax. Let loose a little.” He laughed putting your phone in his pocket. “But Niall, my boss will actually kill me. If I don’t do this…” He furrowed his eyebrows together and placed his fork down on the table. “If you don’t do this what?” He asked, starting to grow concern over his voice. “He’s just really scary.” You mumbled, facing your own food as you shifted it around with your fork. He got up from his seat and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you, wanting nothing more to keep you safe. “Quit.” He whispered, “What was that?” “Quit. Who says I can’t take care of you?” Even though you hated the idea of not being able to look after yourself, you agreed not wanting to face that scary man again.
Harry: “Can you pack a bag?” Harry asked nonchalantly one evening as you two walked around your room, getting ready to sleep. “Erm, I beg your pardon?” You laughed, trying to understand where he was heading on going. “Well, I think you deserve a break from all this ‘big fancy company crap.’” Harold. I can’t just take time off work.” You scolded as he threw a duffel bag in your direction. “I already spoke to your boss.” “How on earth to did you get through to him?” You asked in defeat, opening your bag and randomly throwing stuff in. “Well, he has daughters…” He didn’t even have to finish the sentence, knowing how he used his fame to his best advantage.
