Niall: You are getting ready for a little road-trip with your friends that will lead you to the location you are spending the weekend at. As you are rolling your sleeping bag, Niall comes in the room, “Hey, did you pack the spray against mosquitoes?” “Yep,” you say without turning around to face him. “Cream again mosquito bites?” “Yep.” “Lighters and torches?” “I was thinking we could light a fire by rubbing two rocks together, but …” Obviously not amused, he grabs your wrist and says “Be serious. Sleeping outside can be dangerous.” “It is a camping trip, babe, I’m not climbing the Mount Everest. I’ll be fine.” With a sigh, he lets you finish packing. Once you’re all set, you run down the stairs and hear him shout “Careful on the stairs!” With a light cackle, you reply, “Yes, mom!” He walks you to your car and helps you put your stuff in the trunk. As you are about to sit in the car, he says “If there’s any problem on the road, you call me, yeah? I’ll come pick you up, wherever.” “Don’t worry, Niall, I’ll be back before you know it.” “No, I’m serious. If there is any problem –“, he starts before you interrupt him. “Jesus, Niall, you weren’t holding my hand when I took my driver’s test, but I passed it anyway! Might come as a surprise, but I’m not three years old. I can take care of myself. I’ll text you when we get there, okay?” Before he can say anything, you kiss him goodbye, quickly hop in the car, fasten your seatbelt, start the car and say “Enjoy your weekend, bye, love you lots!”
Liam: When it comes to productivity, the main difference between you and Liam is that he is a morning person and you are a night owl. And, okay, maybe he is more organized than you are. That is probably why, when he wakes up at six in the morning to go for his daily jog and sees you still sat at the dining table, he mutters, “you’ve got to be kidding me.” Too focused on finishing your essay due tomorrow, you don’t hear him and startle when he rests his warm hand on your forearm. “Babe…”, he whispers to you. You look up at him and say, “Oh, hey there, why are you up so early?” “It’s six AM, babe, have you seriously not gone to bed at all?” Shrugging, you reply “Nope. On the bright side of things, though, I am almost done with this essay, and I rather like how it turned out!” Sighing, he sits in the chair next to yours and says, “It’s the third time this week you’ve pulled an all-nighter. This cannot be healthy for you, Y/N.” Seeing the concern on his face, you try to reassure him by stating, “If I were tired, I’d go to bed. It so happens that I’m pretty buzzing!” “May be because of this bad boy over there,” he replies quietly, pointing at the coffee machine that is still on. He lets you finish writing your sentence before holding your hand and pleading “Come on, let’s go to bed, please.” Giving in to his big brown puppy eyes, you get up and ask, “what about your morning jog, though?”, your question half stifled by a yawn. “Can totally wait until tomorrow,” he answers, squeezing your hand.
Harry: When Harry told you a close friend of his was teaching his first rock-climbing lesson on Saturday, you asked to join him, and he agreed reluctantly. As Saturday morning rolled around, you could see he was being more and more hesitant about bringing you there. He has personally never had a problem with heights, and has always loved a good challenge. However, when it comes to you, he always wants to make sure you aren’t going to hurt yourself, or do something explicitly reckless. Once Harry’s friend has tied the knots on your harness, he moves on to Harry’s. “Hey,” Harry says as you start putting your hands on the rock, “want me to go first?” You shake your head no and place your right feet on the spot that is the closest to the ground. You climb a little higher, happy to distance Harry. The second his harness is secured, he hurries to meet you but fails to rest his feet correctly and falls back to the ground. Looking down, you ask “You okay?” “Yeah, yeah, just wait for me, please!” You stop and wait for him to climb after you, but his friend shouts, “Harry, you’re supposed to climb next to her, not under. If she falls, you’ll both be hurt.” “I’m climbing this way to make sure she doesn’t fall!” Annoyed, you look down and reproach, “Come on my left, you idiot. The only danger here, is you.” Although he is pouting, he listens to you and climbs next to you. As he finally reaches your level, he says, “If you feel like you’re about to fall, tell me and I’ll catch you.” Now fully exasperated, you shake your head and start climbing faster, making him scream “Y/N!! Slow down!!” Reaching the top of the wall, you give the chord a light tug, signalling for Harry’s friend to help you down. On your way down, you tell Harry “You’re truly impossible” and wait for him to climb up and down.
Louis: On the rare occasions Louis and you have days off at the same time, you like to roam around London like just about any other couple. Today, you are also looking for birthday presents for Louis’ twin sisters. After a stop at a clothing shop that you got out of empty handed, you are walking towards a beauty shop in the hopes to be luckier. Just as you are about to enter the shop, a bunch of girls come running towards you, screaming “Oh my God, Louiiiis! Louis, can we please take pictures with you?” You step aside and wait for Louis to be finished. Thinking you are waiting in line to be pictured with Louis, other teenage girls stop behind you. When you don’t move, they start pushing you and saying loudly “Hurry up, move!” Alarmed by the screams, Louis turns to you and says “Y/N, you alright? Please stop pushing, guys, it’ll be your turn soon!” It does nothing to stop their motions, so Louis moves towards you and screams “Back the fuck off, guys!” Looking at you, he says, “Y/N, we’re going home.” “No, it’s fine, I’ll just get in the shop and wait for you.” “No, we are going home,” he says grabbing your hand. A young fan who still hasn’t got her picture taken starts crying then, so you point at her and whisper to Louis “It’d make their day to have the chance to make you smile, babe.” Sighing, he asks “If there’s any problem inside, you call me, yeah?” “Sure!”
Zayn: Zayn comes home from a long day at the recording studio to find you in the kitchen, getting dinner ready. As soon as he slips out of his shoes and jacket, he hears you shout “Ow, owwww, fuck, ow!” “’s everything okay, babe?” Closing the distance between the two of you, his eyes land on your hand that is now bleeding. “Your good looks distracted me,” you joke. Taking your hand, he walks you to the sink and lets cold water run over your wounded finger for several seconds. When it gets too cold, you try to escape his grip but he only squeezes it tighter. “I think I’m good, Zaynie.” “I think you might actually need stitches, Y/N,” he replies seriously. Holding your hand close to your face and away from the sink, you examine it before assuring “It’s nothing, just a little cut. Do you want to help me cook, by any chance?” Shaking his head, he says “We’re going to the hospital.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Zayn, they’ll send us right back home. I’m telling you, it’s nothing. It doesn’t even hurt that much.” “Are you feeling okay? Is your head spinning?” Hesitating, you pinch your lips “…do I look not okay?” “Are you?” “I’m just starving, Zayn. Are you gonna help me, or not?” “You are definitely not getting anywhere near a knife tonight. Plus, you need rest. Let’s order a pizza and call it a night?” Sighing, you sit on the couch and say, “Fine, Doc.”
