Liam: You were sitting on the couch watching TV in the flat you and Liam lived in while Liam was out shopping. He had been out for quite a long time but it didn’t come as a shock to you, knowing how much of a diva he is. You heard a car door shut outside and smiled, knowing he was finally home. The door opened, “Babe, can you please help me with these bags?” Liam asked breathlessly, taking a sip of his latte. “Sure,” you replied back getting up from the couch. Your eyes widened when you saw the amount of bags he had with him, but you proceeded to grab a few from his hands. You finally got all the bags in the house and you sighed with relief. “So..are you gonna show me what you bought?” you asked Liam, sitting back down on the couch. “Yeah I really want to show me these jeans I got!” He exclaimed, “Well then put them on and let me see!” You replied. “Okay!” He squealed, clapping his hands and grabbing the jeans, scurrying to the bathroom. After a short amount of time, he walked out wearing a pair of Miss Me jeans. “So what do you think?” He asked. “Uh, being honest..you kinda look like a basic bitch..” You told him, Liam’s face turned angry, “excuse me?” he said sassily, “what did you just say to me?” “I said you look like a basic bitch. You know how many people I have seen wearing those? Too many to count,” you replied. His jaw slightly dropped and he scoffed, “well, every basic bitch has a Coach purse but that didn’t stop you from buying three,” he sassed at you. He snapped his fingers and a pink cloud came soaring into the room, picking him up. “Peace out bitch tits!” He screeched as he was carried away, leaving you alone in your living room covered in pink glitter.
Niall: You and Niall were eating dinner one night when out of the blue he said, “I think I want to change my hair color.” “Why is that?” You asked him, “because I’ve been doing this for a while now and I think it’s time for change,” he replied. “Well then after dinner we can look at some colors online and choose the perfect one for you,” you told him. He smiled, “sounds great.” You two finished dinner and put the dishes away. Niall grabbed the laptop and you both sat down on the couch. You were looking at different hair colors and he found a brown shade, “oh I like that one!” he shouted. You looked at him, “since when did you become a basic bitch?” You asked him with a hint of sass. His eyes shot open, “tha FUK you just call me?!” He screeched. “That is basic brown Niall,” you told him. He jumped up on the couch, “Ohhhh shit no, YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG BITCH,” he shouted, tearing his clothes off to reveal his one of a kind Louis Vuitton jumpsuit. “I’M EVERY WOMAN,” he shrieked, jumping off the couch and onto a pile of Seventeen and Teen Vogue magazines. He clapped his hands and he disappeared, leaving nothing but the scent of Viva La Juicy.
Harry: It was a normal Friday night at the flat you shared with Harry. You were both on your laptops sitting on the couch, just relaxing. Harry tapped your shoulder, “hey babe,” he said, “I just made a tumblr, what you think?” You looked at the screen as he scrolled through it. You slightly chuckled to yourself, taking notice of all the hipster filters the pictures he reblogged had. You also took notice of how basic the theme was, “you are a total basic bitch with this theme,” you told him. Harry jerked his head in your direction, “excuse me bitch? This is coming from the same ratchet that got TWO feather extensions in her hair when EVERYONE ELSE WAS GETTING THEM,” he shot at you, “YOU GOT THEM TOO!” You argued. “Umm, no. I gotBling Highlights thank you very much,” he spat at you, “OH YEAH! Right after Beyonce got them! Can you say basic?!” You shot back. “LISTEN HOE AIN’T NOTHIN’ I DO IS BASIC IM THE BADDEST BITCH IN THE GAME!” He screeched, putting on his jacket to his Baby Phat tracksuit and throwing a handful of sequins at you while twerking out the door.
Zayn: You and Zayn had just come home from dinner and you were pissed at him for flirting with the waitress, “I can’t believe you Zayn! Right in front of me! If you were going to do that you could have at least waited until I went into the bathroom or something!” You shouted at him. “Just because I was being nice doesn’t mean I was flirting (Y/N)!” He shouted back, “what the fuck ever Zayn you know you were flirting so just stop trying to cover it up,” you said rolling your eyes. “God you are such a stubborn bitch,” he mumbled, “and you’re such a basic bitch,” you shot at him. He gasped, and put his hand over his mouth, his acrylic French tips in full view. “How DARE you call the Gucci Queen basic!” He shrieked, “I run the fashion world, I AM SASHA FIERCE!” He screeched. He then ran to the closet, pulling out his diamond studded electric scooter and zoomed out of the window while singing “Bossy” by Kelis.
Louis: You woke up one morning and went downstairs and saw Louis sitting at the kitchen table on his laptop. “Hey babe you wanna go get some Starbucks?” You asked him. “Aw hell yeah!” he yelled, jumping out of his chair and grabbing his handbag. You both got in the car and Louis plugged in his iPod and you heard the sound of “Goodies” by Ciara coming through the speakers. “HOLY SHIT THIS IS MY JAM!” Louis squealed and started dancing in his seat. You shook your head and proceeded to drive to Starbucks. You finally arrived and you pulled the keys out of the ignition and Louis hopped right out, scurrying to the door. You followed behind him and walked in, making your way to the counter. “Hi welcome to Starbucks what would you like?” The barista asked. “I think I’ll have a caramel Frappuccino,” Louis told the barista. You furrowed your eyebrows in a mixture of confusing and shock, “why aren’t you getting your normal double chocolate chip Frappuccino?” You asked him. “I think I wanna try something new,” he told you with a small smile. “Wow that’s a basic bitch move,” you mumbled, hoping he wouldn’t hear you…but he did. He slid his Gucci sunglasses to the top of his head, “um…excuse me? I’m sorry but I can’t hear you over the sound of those ratchet jeans you’re wearing,” he snapped, smirking. “God you are such a diva,” you mumbled again, rolling your eyes, “I’m sorry do you mean to mumble or is your mouth just naturally full of shit?” He shot at you. You just stood there, speechless. “Exactly,” he snarled, as he made his way over to the counter to retrieve his frosty drink. “Toodaloo! He shrieked, zipping up his Juicy tracksuit and twerking out the door leaving a trail of sprinkles.
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