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He's About To Get In A Physical Fight With One Of The Boys But You Stop Him

Harry: "You were being a right arse during that interview, mate," Harry shakes his head and glances up at Zayn with a frown. "I'm sorry?" he looks surprised as he turns to face his younger bandmate. "You heard me," Harry stands his ground and you watch wide-eyed as the scene unfolds. "You were being really rude to the interviewer--I know you're jet-lagged but that wasn't right." Zayn huffs and takes a step towards Harry with annoyance. "Well, I'm sorry! Ten hour flights and talking about rumors about me cheating on my girlfriend doesn't exactly put me in the best mood," he growls, crossing his arms. "Oh, fuck off, we're all tired," Harry replies back, angrier than you'd ever seen him. "Don't tell me to fuck off," Zayn grunts, taking a step closer to Harry with his jaw tense. "Guys, stop, stop," you cut it, stepping between them and placing one hand on each of their chests. "Look, okay. Zayn you were being kind of ass hole-y in that interview but it's justifiable and Harry...I know you're really stressed about the new album but you need to cool down." Harry's face softens and Zayn places a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Sorry," they say in unison, laughing at the coincidence. "Thanks," Harry mumbles in your ear before leaning in to give Zayn a hug. 

Niall: "So I saw pictures of you with El last night," Louis raises an eyebrow and flickers his gaze over to where you and Niall are curled up on the sofa playing a lazy game of cards. "Yeah? And?" he shrugs and sets down a queen of hearts. You knew Eleanor and Niall bumped into each other near Topshop--he told you all about it--so you boredly listened on as you focused on the game. "And? Really, Niall? Your cute little Irish act isn't going to work on me, don't you have an explanation?" Louis bites back, looking up from his phone with annoyance. Normally Niall would've explained but he wasn't liking Louis' attitude. His jaw tenses as he sets down his playing cards. "I don't need to explain anything to you, you're acting like a dick," he huffs back, narrowing his eyes. "You want to see me act like a dick? Cause I can?" Louis retorts, standing up and threateningly taking a step in Niall's direction. "Whoa, whoa, you're both stubborn as all hell," you jump up and get between them. "Look, Niall bumped into El on the street and that's all it was, both of you need to just calm down." Louis frowns and sheepishly runs his fingers through his hair. "Right...sorry I overreacted, mate," he mutters. "Nah, I shoulda said something, sorry, too," Niall says back, patting Louis' shoulder. 

Liam: "Did you really say that about me?" Harry walks into the kitchen with a rolled up magazine and interrupts you, Niall and Liam's early breakfast before their interview. "What?" Liam sets down his half-eaten toast and frowns. "Did you really call me a heart-eating womanizer? You of all people, Liam? Normally I don't believe these quotes but I remember going with you to this interview studio and..." Harry runs his fingers through his hair and slams the article on the table, causing your cup of tea to rattle. "Really? You really think I'd say that about you? We've been best mates for nearly three years! Three years! Is that what you think of me? Are you really that much of a jerk?" Liam gets out of his jar and you can see the vein in his neck. "Well, I know you did this interview, I don't know what to believe," Harry takes a step towards Liam and furrows his brow. "Guys," you jump out of your seat and they both turn to face you. "First of all, this is an interview of Liam but it's a quote from someone else and it's Liam defending you," you point out, reading through the article. Harry frowns and looks up at Liam apologetically. "Second of all, Liam, you didn't have to get so...defensively rude..." Liam reaches over and pats Harry's shoulder with a slight smile. "Sorry mate," Harry says, taking the magazine and tossing it in the trash. "Sorry as well," Liam replies, sitting back down. 

Louis: "I can't believe you got us kicked out of the theatre," Liam grumbles, crossing his arms and following you, Louis and Niall outside. "Sorry," Louis shrugs, wrapping his arm around your waist and letting out a yawn. "Sorry? Really, Lou? Yea, I'm all up for a good time but lately we can't do anything without having it cut short by you being an obnoxious twat," Liam continues, looking more annoyed with each passing second. "I'm sorry, Liam. I was just trying ot have a good time, I didn't mean to make you whine like a baby," Louis takes a step towards Liam and folds his arms. "Sorry you have a stick up your ass and you don't know how to have FUN." Liam raises an eyebrow and clenches his fists. "I'd rather have a stick up my ass then be an annoying and obnoxious little--" Liam begins, but you quickly cut him off. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," you start, looking from Liam to Louis. "This is getting out of hand. Louis, you were being a little obnoxious. Liam, you are acting a little whiney. Both of you are acting immature. We'll just go to a different theatre, no big deal." Both of their faces soften and Liam looks down at his shoes. "Sorry," Louis mumbles. "Sorry," Liam says back, the two of them not meeting each others gaze. Silence fills the air until moments later they're back to laughing and joking again as if nothing had even happened. 

Zayn: "I don't want to leave," Niall growls, slowly trailing the other boys out of the club and back into the cold winter air. "Niall, you're so pissed. I'm getting you home before you get into trouble," Zayn wraps his arm around Niall's shaky shoulders and watches as Harry and Liam go to get the car to pull it up front. "Sorry about this," Zayn whispers to you, having to cut the night short. You don't quite mind, though, so you just sit down on the bench and wait for the Lirry pair to return with the ride home. "You're always bossing me around, I'm sick of it," Niall pushes Zayn off of him and his cheeks turn red. "Niall, you're going to hurt yourself, stop," Zayn warns, reaching out to stop Niall from stumbling over the sidwalk. "Shut up! You're such a bossy ass hole," Niall growls, throwing a fist towards Zayn. Zayn's jaw tenses as he stops the punch and pins Niall against the brick exterior of the club as if he'd done it to others before. "Whoa," You jump up and place a hand on Zayn's shoulder. Zayn's face softens and he lets go of Niall as Niall let's out a sigh of relief. "Let's just get you home," Zayn mutters, watching with relief as Harry pulls up in the car. On the nearly two hour drive home Niall sobers up a little and the memories of the night come flashing back. "Zayn?" he says softly, rubbing his eyes with his sleeves. "I'm so sorry, mate." Zayn nods and offers a small smile, leaning over and ruffling the blonde's hair. You smile to yourself as halfway through the drive, Niall falls asleep using Zayn as a pillow.