Beyonce (i love her) 1+1 Pt.1

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by itstallymofos

by itstallymofos

1+1 (P.1)

Liam: ...If I ain't got nothing, I got you. If I ain't got something I don't give a damn, 'cause I got it with you...

"How bizarre would our lives be if we didn't have any money?" You sighed, running your fingers up and down the length of his arm as you two laid in bed. "Like, some people have to work like four jobs each just to be able to live together. How sad is that." You sighed again, hoping for an answer from him. "Well, I don't think it would matter." He mumbled, his voice full of sleep and exhaustion. "What do you mean?" You said, propping yourself up on your elbows and getting a better look at his face. "Well, I would still do it. I would work ten jobs a day if that's what it took to live with you." He smiled, cupping your cheek with one hand and stroking it with his thumb. "You're absolutely amazing." You smiled, leaning into his hand. "Not half amazing as you are." He smiled back, leaning up and kissing you softly.

Zayn: ...I don't know much about algebra but I know one plus one equals two...

"Would you love me even if I was stupid?" You sighed, throwing your textbook onto the floor and crawling into his lap. He laughed but didn't hesitate. "I would love you even if you had no brain." He smiled, kissing the top of your head. "Good." You smirked, turning over and straddling him on the couch. "I hate algebra." You sighed through gritted teeth, running alternate hands through his hair. "I can help you." He mumbled with closed eyes, the occasional moan of pleasure from your hands in his hair. "You know algebra?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows and lowering your hands to his shoulders. "Yeah." He flinched, almost insulted that you didn't know. It quickly washed away though. "Lemme help you." He smiled, picking the book up off the floor and opening it, ready to teach you.

Louis: ...When my days look low, pull me in close and don't let me go...

"Babe! I'm ho-ly fuck." He gasped, looking over at where your body was crumpled on the couch. "What happened to you?" He asked, setting down the Starbucks and rushing over to the crying, shaking figure that was you. You didn't reply, you couldn't form words, so you just shook your head that was face first in a pillow. "Are you hurt? Are you alright? Can I help you? Baby, please tell me you're alright." He stuttered, panicked. He carefully placed a hand on your back and rubbed up and down, not only to calm you but also himself. "C'mon Kiddo, you got to tell me if you're alright." With that you sat up, embarrassed by your appearance, but needing him to be there for you. "They hate me." You whispered and then burst into a fresh batch of tears. "Oh, baby." He sighed, wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to cry into his shoulder, the way he always did. "You know they don't matter, the only one that matters is you. And everybody that knows you, loves you. You have to take my word for that." He sighed patiently as you continued to sob into his arms, "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." He whispered, kissing the top of your head.