Louis: It was Louis responsibility to bring Niall’s birthday cake for the small surprise birthday the band was throwing for him on tour. He took you with him to pick up the cake, and then you went back to the hotel where they reserved a private room. Louis took the cake out and asked you to carry it in, because his hands were full. That was fine with you, but as you were heading toward the back entrance, you ran into Louis foot and fell face forward into the cake. You lifted your face from the frosting, and once you realized you were okay a new panic sunk in as you sprung up to your knees. Louis got down next to you. “Are you ok,” he looked at you and then down to the cake, nervously. “I’m fine, but look at the cake,” you pointed aggressively. “That’s my face,” you panicked looking at the huge imprint. He laughed, unable to contain himself, “We can fix it. He started wiping it off of your face and rubbing it onto the blemish in the cake. “Stop it,” you swatted him away the next time he reached for your face. “This is your fault,” you accused. “Mine,” he put his hand on his chest appalled. That’s when things got worse, because the boys started filing out. “The cake,” Harry screamed, upset getting down on his knees too. Then he looked at you, “Whoa,” his eyes opened wider. You rolled your eyes at how unhelpful he was. “What did you do,” Liam questioned shocked. “Ruined the cake because she was trying to rush,” Louis explained acting like he had nothing to do with it. “More like ruined the surprise party. Look who’s coming over here now,” Zayn pointed to Niall who was walking toward your group. “What’s going on, here,” Niall questioned with a smirk, “Oh shoot, who was the cake for?” “You,” Harry answered, disappointed, “Way to got y/n.” “Yeah well done,” Liam added. “Darn I really like cake too,” Niall looked down, making you feel even worse. “It’s all your fault,” Louis shook his head, “And I thought I could trust you.” You wanted to cry, because everyone was ganging up on you and couldn’t hold a tear back. You wiped it away along with some frosting. “I’m sorry,” you pouted. “Oh no don’t cry,” Louis moved forward to hug you. “It’s just a joke. “This is a prank. We got you,” he rubbed your back. You pulled back, “What?” “There is already a cake inside,” Zayn explained, “Yours is a decoy.” You felt a little better, but also really confirmed. “Why me?” “Well you’re pretty gullible, and Niall wanted to pull off a successful prank for his birthday, so I volunteered you. I hope that’s okay,” he questioned. You thought about it looking around, “I guess, as long as its not so aggressive,” you giggled at the thought of what just happened. “Deal,” he started wiping more of the frosting off of your face, sweetly. “In all fairness. I never expected you to land that way” he smiled. “No, it’s good. I think the cake broke my fall,” you joked smiling back at him.
Harry: You were waiting for the band to get done with an interview, so you could spend time with Harry when an assistant invited you in to watch. You normally didn’t get this kind access, but figured it might be fun to see an interview happening live. Harry was watching you, and smiled as you came in. The assistant showed you to a seat, and reminded you to stay quiet and not become a distraction. It took a while for them to actually start the interview, because there was some kind of confusion over the approved question list. As they were trying to figure it out you noticed Harry was acting funny. He seemed to be having trouble breathing and even Zayn was starting to ask if he was okay. He hit his chest a few times, and started letting out a few coughs. The interviewers left the room with their managers, so no one was really paying attention to the guys. Harry looked at you a little worried, and you knew something was wrong. Zayn pointed it out to the other guys. “Where’s your inhaler,” Louis asked, getting up. “I think I asked y/n to bring it,” Harry could barely speak between breaths as he pointed to. You could feel blood rushing to your face, because you didn’t remember him ever telling you to bring it. “Do you have it,” Louis came over. “Um… actually no,” you admitted, nervously. “What? Well then where is it,” he got a little angry. “I don’t know, does anybody carry an extra,” you asked. “I’ll go see,” he went over to talk to the assistants. You went up to Harry, to try to help the best you could without medicine. “Are you okay,” you sat next to him on the couch and started rubbing his back. He looked at you still focusing on his breathing, “Inhaler,” he put his hand out. “I don’t have it, I’m so sorry, but Louis is looking for a backup,” you explained. His eyes got bigger and he shook his head, “Empty,” was all he said, wheezing again. “She said you were supposed to bring the backup today,” Louis added, joining the group again, “How did you forget,” he questioned, putting all the blame on you. “I’m sorry, I know it’s my bad but that’s not the problem right now. We need to help him.” “Is he going to die,” Niall questioned making Harry panic and wheeze louder. Zayn hit him, and shook his head. “Niall, go get someone who can help,” you commanded, knowing his comments weren’t helping. “Harry just relax, okay? Lean forward, and focus on your breathing,” you directed. Liam was listening to your advice, probably thinking it would help. “Should we call an ambulance,” Zayn asked. You looked at Harry and thought about it. “Let’s see if Niall gets back to us soon, otherwise yes.” The second you finished explaining Harry’s head fell on your shoulder. “Shit,” you pushed him up, hoping it would help him breathe. “Call now,” you panicked thinking you put him in danger. Liam and Louis got closer to help you “He’s not breathing,” Louis observed seeming genuinely scared. You tipped his head back, “Come on breathe…please,” you begged starting to cry. He opened his eyes, “I’m sorry that was mean,” he instantly apologized, “I’m not good at this, it was a prank.” Liam let him go, relieved. Louis got up to walk it off, and calm down. “Why would you do that,” Zayn asked. “They wanted me to get you back for the Nickelodeon prank,” he shrugged. “What about me,” you questioned, confused. “You laughed,” he admitted. “You scared the shit out of me because I laughed at the video?” You hit him. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” you continued to angrily slap his arms and chest. He put his arms up to block himself, “Jeez one second you want me alive, the next second you want to kill me. Make up your mind,” he joked. “Not funny,” you growled. “I’m still going to laugh when they release the video,” he revealed that they were filming by pointing behind you. “I am going to kill you,” you whispered sarcastically back at him.
