Liam: You were always one to hold grudges. You knew it, your friends knew it, Liam knew it. You just couldn’t forgive him for leaving you alone the other day and being the cause of your panic attack. You didn’t want to make him feel bad though, so you had told him that it was okay. It wasn’t though because every time you were with Liam, you just felt hurt by the fact that he had left you alone. So, one day, you just couldn’t hide your annoyance anymore and you let him know that you were bothered by it. “You know when you left me alone and I had a breakdown?” you asked Liam, taking a sip of your water, hoping that it would wash down the tightness in your throat. “Yeah?” Liam said slowly. “It’s not okay,” you declared. “You can’t just leave me alone when all of your fans are swarming me. You know I have claustrophobia… Don’t do that anymore.” Liam frowned, feeling remorse. “I’m sorry.” You nodded, accepting his apology. “Just don’t let it happen again.”
Harry: “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird around me lately,” Harry said as he plopped down on the couch next to you. You didn’t know how he could act like nothing happened between you two. Sure it had been two weeks since you’ve tried to kiss him, but all this time, he acted like it never happened. You couldn’t be as nonchalant about it as he was though because to you, that just wasn’t normal. “It’s nothing, Harry,” you lied. Harry cocked his head at you, giving you the I-know-it’s-not-nothing look. “I just… I tried to kiss you and-” He interrupted you. “And what?” You were in disbelief that he really didn’t know why it was so awkward for you to be around him. “And you pushed me away and told me you had a girlfriend,” you scoffed. “I respect that and all, Harry. Just don’t act like everything is okay between us because it’s not okay. I really like you, and I don’t know how to be just friends with you.”
Zayn: He did it again. He stood you up again. You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, and you convinced yourself that last time would be the last time but tonight, he fucking did it again. A part of you knew the reason why he did this all the time was because you let him think it was okay. You never reprimanded him for it but that was going to change. “I’m sorry, babe,” Zayn apologized, something he seemed to do a lot of. Maybe he wouldn’t have to be so familiar with the words “I’m sorry” if he didn’t screw up so much. “It’s not okay,” you spat out, livid that you had let it slide so many times in the past. Your words seemed to stun him because he was so used to you excusing his actions. “You forgot another date of ours again, Zayn, and I’m done.”
Niall: Another night out with Niall meant another night where he got completely shitfaced. This happened every time the two of you went out, and you were sick of playing his babysitter. You were his girlfriend not his nanny. The next morning, Niall woke up with a massive hangover, and you were stuck crouching on the side of the bed, holding up the trash bin so that he could throw up in it. “Whoa, crazy night…” Niall groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he was done heaving up everything in his stomach. “Yeah, it’s a crazy night for you every night,” you fumed, placing the trash can back on the floor beside the bed before standing up. “What’s that mean?” he raised his eyebrows at you. “It means,” you started, trying your best not to scream, “that every night you get so drunk, and I’m left to care for you. Well, guess what, Niall? It’s not okay. Don’t even bother inviting me out with you next time if you’re going to drink to the point where you don’t even remember it.”
Louis: Throughout the whole week since you had seem Louis dancing with the girl at the club, things had been tense between the two of you. You tried to act normal so you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that it had in fact bothered you, but it was hard to act indifferent when you just wanted to slap him for being so smug about it. It was a Saturday night and the two of you decided to go clubbing again with your group of friends. On the ride there, you looked over at Louis and you knew that there would be girls waiting to pounce on him the first chance they got because of how good he looked. The thought of it enraged you. “You better not dance with anyone but me,” you warned, keeping your gaze straight ahead on the streets so you wouldn’t have to see his cocky smile - the one that said “I knew it bothered you.” He chuckled before jeering, “I thought it was okay for me to dance with other girls.” He was doing this just to egg you on, and you knew it. “It’s not okay,” you seethed. “Don’t do it.”
