Niall: It's weird how it feels. It feels like nothing and it makes him laugh to think that the entire emptiness feels like everything bad in the world has collided. Because he reaches out his free hand, imagining her face and that lovely smile of hers and he wraps his arm around her - you - but there's nothing he catches hold on. There's no more sweet words and no good mornings nor sweet goodbyes, just silence bringing him to madness.
Zayn: The length of his fingers tangled to the mess he once called hair, sunk in eyes observing his action. The same hand falls back to his body, giving up on any attempt to make his appearance somehow better. He tries washing his face, that bit of ice cold water never making the smell of smoke disappear from his skin. God, what has he done, the only question bringing him to madness. He was too young, too dumb to realize what he had. He's alone now. just him and silence.
Louis: When we're happy, there are enough words to describe it, just like when we're sad; we cry. Even when we're scared, we attempt to scream. But what happens when we are truly frightened? When it feels like there are no more words that could be said, that nothing is good enough to turn the entire thing. There's no more shine in his eyes and he tries reaching out his free hand, but stops himself instantly. Like you would disappear if he made a movement. Bitter words were spoken, left like that and there's no more to hold on. Just silence.
Liam: There's a frown set in between his eyebrows, nail digging a bit further in his palm; evidences of his nervous nature. He makes a step closer while watching a small bundle pressed firmly to your chest, huge smile adorning the corners of your lips. Breath stopped in his lungs, a single tear already threatening to fall. His daughter.
Harry: "Like what you see?" you joked, his eyes instantly disappearing from your face, but returning yet again along with a smirk on his lips. "I always like what I see when I'm with you", he tries joking, but it hurts him to think of it as the real truth. His eyes tay locked on you, small glimmer adorning them as you feel a shaky hand insecurely pushing it way to your back, moving you slightly as you finally give in, placing the smallest kiss to his lips. He closes his eyes enjoying; he's hot everything he's ever wanted and there are no words that need to be said, just lovely silence lingering through the space.
