Liam: “What do I do, Liam? I’m stressed,” your voice was rushed as you paced back and forth in his apartment. “[Y/N], it’s going to be okay,” he said, trying to calm you down. “I’m sure your professor will extend the deadline for you.” You shook your head, not believing that your professor would be so kind. “Nope, not a chance,” you said. Liam then grabbed your phone off the counter and scrolled through your contact list. When he found your professor’s name, he pressed the call button and walked to the other room. After several minutes, Liam returned to where you were still pacing. “Guess what?” he grinned widely. You didn’t answer, petrified to know the answer. “I got your deadline extended.” You leaped into his arms, less stressed and happy to have him.
Harry: “Harry, I’m so stressed out,” you shrieked, pounding your fist on the table. Harry’s eyes widened and he held his hand up in defense. “Don’t kill me! It wasn’t me,” he joked. You rolled your eyes. Normally, you would laugh, but you were too stressed to even crack a smile. Realizing this quickly, Harry sat down in the seat next to you. “Alright, tell me what I can help you with then,” he comforted, rubbing your back with his big hands. “Just keep massaging my back for awhile. The feeling of it is quite calming,” you begged, your stress abating by the second.
Zayn: Being a college student, you were prone to stressful days. It was inevitable. Usually when you were stressed though, you would relax by taking a nice bubble bath, and you would be okay. Today was different though. The bubble bath didn’t have quite the relaxing effect it usually had on you. Instead, it had stressed you out more because you convinced yourself that it had wasted the time you could’ve spent studying for finals. When Zayn came home from the studio, he found you crawled up on the bathroom floor in tears with only a towel to provide you warmth. “Oh, baby,” he cooed, dropping down on the ground beside you and pulling you against his body. “You stressed?” he guessed, looking over his shoulder to see the remainder of the bubbles in the tub. You nodded, your wet hair damping his black t-shirt. “Come on,” he said, getting to his feet and carrying you in his arms. He walked to your bedroom and set you down gently on the bed. “I’m going to make some tea and then you can tell me all about it.”
Niall: Whenever Niall was around, you couldn’t get anything done because he either wanted to go out with the boys for some pints or he wanted to cuddle in bed with you for the whole day. He had been at your house for a six days in a row now. That’s 144 hours that’s he’s been with you; that’s 144 hours that you should’ve been working on your work project but didn’t. “Niall, you’ve got to go,” you sat up abruptly in your bed, deciding that he just couldn’t stay for another minute. “What? Why?” he sat up, wrapping the blanket around his waist to cover his man parts. “I have a work project due tomorrow and none of it is done. I’m stressed, and you’ve got to go.” You hopped out of bed, throwing on an old t-shirt and picking up his clothes and tossing it to him, so he could put them back on and be on his way. “I’ll help you,” he proffered. His bottom lip was jutted out in a puppy dog sort of way, and you just couldn’t refuse.
Louis: “You got me flowers?” you asked Louis as he handed you a bouquet of beautifully colored flowers of all sorts. It was the kind of bouquet that you knew must’ve cost at least a hundred dollars. “You’re stressed, I can tell,” Louis shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, every girl loves flowers. I thought that if I got you some, I’d be helping you calm down.” You took a pause from working to lean up and kiss you. “You’re the best, Lou. Thanks!”
