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<li style="list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 2px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #fcfcfc;">Niall:</span> “Niall…get up mate.” Liam said softly as he stood over the couch Niall had been sleeping on for a few days. Nodding slowly, Niall placed his feet on the ground, running his hands over his tired face. “You ever going to sleep in your room?” Liam asked quietly leaning over the couch arm staring down at his friend. “I can’t…” Niall’s voice broke as he thought about sleeping in the room you two shared once before. “I…I can’t sleep in there.” He whispered his eyes trailing over to where Liam leaned. “If I do…it’ll make me miss her more than I already do.” He mumbled Liam nodded a frown on his lips. “I don’t even think I want to stay here…not anymore.” He said his shoulders slumping. He hadn’t moved things around yet, so they were just the way you had left them…your things were still scattered around the flat. Reminding him every second that you wouldn’t be back, or how you’d promise to move your things. His eyes glazed over once he turned his phone back on and your face popping on the screen. “Why’d she do it Liam? Why’d my princess just leave me like this?” He asked his eyes focused on your picture. Liam let out a sigh, sliding into the seat beside him. “Mate…don’t think about it, just…think about the good things you two shared.” He said draping his arm over Niall’s shoulder as he silently cried blurring his vision as he stared at your picture.</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 2px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #fcfcfc;">Zayn:</span> “I'm fine.” He mumbled after being asked how he’d been for the fourth time tonight. He gnawed at his lower lip, his mind wandering to you once more. He shook his head, as if it would clear his thoughts. “I’ll be back.” He mumbled to no one in particular before standing up and heading outside. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes putting one in between his lips and lighting it. He looked up into the dark sky, letting out a cloud of smoke. “It’s not fair [Y/N].” He mumbled his lips falling into a frown. “You could have talked to me.” He said softly his eyes still focused on the sky. Holding the cigarette between his fingers he let it slip and hit the ground. His eyes welled up and he brought his hands to his face. An arm wrapped around his shoulders pulling him closer to their body. “It’s okay mate…” Harry said under his breath hugging him. “I know you’re not fine…we don’t expect you to be either.” He continued patting his friend on the back gently as he continued crying. “I…I miss her…so much, mate.” Zayn stammered choking on his tears.</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 2px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #fcfcfc;">Harry:</span> He ran his hands through his curly hair letting out a sigh. His eyes wandered over to your side of the bed, an uneasy breath slipping through his lips. He couldn’t get used to not waking up to you being by his side. Placing his head down on your pillow, he took in your scent, his eyes blurring a bit as they filled with tears. He shut his eyes, hoping that he was dreaming and that you were in the shower…anywhere that he could reach you. “I loved you so much.” He breathed into the pillow his tears soaking into the pillow. He sat up, wiping his eyes and sliding out of the bed and out the room. He picked up his phone, going through past text messages. For once he was happy he didn’t delete them. “Harrrrry. I bet you’re sleeping, babe. I called you. Just wanted to tell you how much I love you. See you after work sleepy head.” He read, his lower lip slightly trembling as he fought the sobs from slipping through his lips. “[Y/N]…” He whispered. “I…I can’t believe…I just can’t…you’re gone.” He said quietly, his phone slipping out of his hands and on the carpet as his tears fell as well. “You’re not coming back…”</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 2px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #fcfcfc;">Liam:</span> “Liam…you have to talk about it.” Louis said sadly he too had lost someone he cared about. Liam shook his head leaning back in his seat. “Talking won’t bring her back.” He mumbled his eyes traveling over to his friend. “I…I know that Liam…but it can help.” Louis said shrugging his shoulders and Liam shook his head once more. “I loved her Lou…and…and just like that she’s gone. Talking about [Y/N] only…only makes me feel worse lad. I’ll never hear her say she loves me again…or see her smile. Nothing…I got nothing.” He said sniffling a little as tears spilled over his eyes. Louis did what he felt was best and pulled Liam into a hug, letting him cry into his shoulder. “I just want her back…I want [Y/N] back.” He said between small sobs. “I just want her, Lou…why’d she just leave do this to me…to herself…I need her…I really do.” He mumbled not able to control his sobs any longer. “We all lost her mate…and we can all make it through this.” Louis said quietly.</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 2px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #fcfcfc;">Louis:</span> “She didn’t do it to get away from me.” Louis repeated for the third time to himself. It was as if he were reassuring himself. “She…she couldn’t handle it…life anymore.” He said choking on his words slightly. “But…but why didn’t you come to me, huh love?” He asked even though he knew there was no response coming. “I could have helped make things better.” He mumbled his hands tugging lightly at his hair. Being in the house the two of you shared was getting the best of him since you were gone. There were too many reminders of you…of what he once had. “Damnit [Y/N] I…I could have helped you.” He said in between sobs. “I would have done anything.” He whispered as he fell back into the chair. He curled up on the couch, only wishing you were in his arms at the moment. “Why didn’t you let me help you?” He asked into his hands as his tears continued to make its way down his face.</li>
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