Niall - You decided to surprise Niall for his birthday by taking a week off of work and coming to Ireland to see him and his family. After dropping off your bags at your hotel and freshening up, you decided to take a taxi to Niall’s apartment. Your emotions were getting the best of you, and you were practically shaking the taxi, unable to contain yourself. “Here ya are, love. That’ll be 8 Euros,” the driver said, smiling to you. You handed him a 10 and told him to keep it, returning his smile. Taking out your key, you quietly let yourself into his place, trying to keep the surprise for a bit longer. You heard giggling and figured he maybe had company. Setting his present on the kitchen island, you tiptoed through each room, trying to find him. When you reached his bedroom, it didn’t even dawn on you to knock. Upon opening the door, your heart stopped as you saw him in bed with another girl. All of the breath escaped from your lungs, and tears formed in your eyes. “Shit, Y/N.” he practically yelled, racing to find his boxers. “No. Don’t,” you started, backing away. “Finish, please.” Slamming his bedroom door behind you, you made your way out of his place and down to the lobby. He quickly met you before you could make it to the entrance doors. “Please, Y/N. Let me explain,” he tried, desperate to keep you there. “No, Niall. I’m done. I try to surprise you for your birthday, and I see you with another girl. That’s not okay,” you yelled, trying to get through the door. “I’m sorry. Please, I love you,” he begged. “I don’t care anymore. I just don’t care.” you cried, finally getting through him and out the door, back to your hotel.
Zayn - Things were rocky with you and Zayn lately, and neither of you would take the blame for what was said. It started with arguing over little things, but that escalated to bringing up things from the past that should have stayed there. When he brought up your dad leaving and your ex, that was the last straw for you. Your relationship with both of those men started and ended horribly, and you told that to Zayn in hopes that he could keep it to himself and be there for you. Now, he was using it against you to hurt you in a stupid fight. “I can’t believe you,” you said, feeling deflated. His face fell the second he said it, and he wished more than anything he could take it back. “Y/N,” he started, his head falling as you walked away from him towards your shared bedroom. He knew what was coming. After packing your essentials, you made your way to the door and saw him sitting on the couch in your living room. “I’ll get my stuff sometime this week,” you whispered, trying not to cry. “I’m sorry,” he croaked, looking up at you with tears in his eyes. You shook your head, “I don’t care, Zayn. You shouldn’t have crossed that line and you know it. So, I just don’t care anymore.” He nodded and helped you with your bag. Once in your car, you took a last look at him as you drove out of your driveway.
Liam - Being a friend of the boys, you got to come on tour with them for a week or two at a time, and it was always a blast. You got along well with all of them, though you’ve known Liam the longest. You were currently beating Harry at Mario Kart, when Liam came in with pizza, blocking your view of the tv. “Liam! Get the fuck out of the way!” you screamed, getting very into the game. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I in your way?” he teased as he continued to block your view, eventually causing you to lose. “UGH!” you sighed, throwing your controller at him. “Hey! It’s just a game,” he joked, handing you a piece of pizza. As you took it, you snarled, “I don’t care, Liam! I was just about to beat him,” earning a chuckle from Harry. “Anyone can beat Harry,” Niall piped in, causing everyone to chuckle. After finishing the pizza, you went back to finish what you started with Harry, keeping Liam in your peripherals so he didn’t try anything else.
Harry - "Babe?" you heard from the entrance of your apartment. You looked at the clock and realized Harry was home early from the studio. "Living room," you yelled back, too lazy to get up and see him. As he entered the room, he laughed at your state. Laying sprawled out on the couch with your big duvet and two pillows, junk food wrappers all around you. "Well, I can see you’ve had a nice day," he poked as he pushed the wrappers to the side and sat beside you, giving you a hug and kiss. You stuck your tongue out at him and cuddled in closer, loving the smell of him. "What would you like for dinner?" he asked, kissing the top of your head. You shrugged your shoulders as your eyes kept on the tv. "Well that doesn’t help now does it?" he humored. "I don’t care. Whatever you want." you stated. "Well what do you feel like having?" Again, you replied, "I don’t care," He giggled and shook his head. "Well you have to want something! If I made you cabbage soup I’m sure you would care." he joked, causing you to roll your eyes. "Just order a pizza, Styles." you said, giggling at his stupid joke.
Louis - "Y/N? I’m going out with the guys ok?" he quickly said as he popped his head in to your bedroom. You sighed and put your mascara wand down. He’d forgotten about you two going out for dinner again. You nodded as you began taking your jewelry off. Seeing your face fall, he came in and put his hands on your shoulders. “Why are you so dressed up, babe?” You shook your head as you took out your makeup wipes. He spun your vanity chair around so you faced him. “Y/N. What’s wrong?” With tears in your eyes, you stated, “This is the third Friday in a row that you forgot we had reservations for dinner, Louis. I get you want to hang out with your friends, but I’m here too.” His head sunk down. “I’m so sorry. I completely forgot. We’ll go. I’m sure we can get in to another place,” he tried, bringing his phone out to call around town. You shook your head. “I’m not hungry. Just go with your friends,” His eyes were apologetic, and you knew he was sorry. “No, I’m staying here tonight with you.” Becoming annoyed and angry at him, you raised your voice. “Louis, I want to be alone right now. Go out with your friends ok? Go to a bar, get dinner with them, I don’t care. Just go,” you yelled, tears finally streaming down your face. He nodded, gently kissing your cheek and muttering a ‘sorry’ before quietly shutting the door, leaving you to yourself for the night.
