Louis: “Come with me,” Louis said outside of the tour bus. “Haha, funny have fun with the boys,” you shooed him into the bus but he didn’t go. “No, I’m serious, just for a few days,” he begged. “Louis I don’t even have a change of clothes,” you said amused by his behavior. “You can borrow from us,” he offered. “I don’t think any of you are the same bra size as me,” you joked grabbing your boobs and studying them. “We can go shopping for all of the essentials. Victoria’s Secret being the first stop,” his eyes lit up as he said it. “You’re not going to have time to do all of that with me,” you tried to get him into a more rational mindset. “I’ll make time please, don’t you want to spend a few extra days with me,” he asked hopefully. “I mean yeah, but this is crazy.” You were seriously considering it and that scared you. “We have to go Louis, “the bus driver shouted becoming impatient. “So are we, this will be an adventure. It will be a test and crazy, but also really fun,” he grabbed your hands to try and sway you. Your whole world flashed before your eyes with that contact. You thought about all of the things that you were going to struggle with not having and how horrible you would look everyday with just the contents in your purse to spruce up with. But then you thought about how fun it would be to overcome all of those things with Louis. “Coming or not,” the bus driver continued to grow impatient. “Yeah, coming or not,” Louis redirected the question at you. “What the hell,” you said and were instantly yanked on the bus by Louis. “Why,” you asked in the doorway as the bus pulled away. “I don’t know, I’m just not ready to say goodbye,” he supposed leading you in.
Harry: You were in the living room working on a paper. You had the entire next day to finish it up but you wanted to get it done so that you could spend more quality time with Harry. Just as your lids were getting heavy Harry was stomping down the stairs. “Come up stairs with me,” he stood behind where you were sitting and brushed your hair to the side so he could kiss your neck. “Don’t, I need to write this,” you argued with your words but your head fell back on his shoulder by instinct. “No you don’t you have 24 more hours,” he cooed persuasively with a raspy tiered voice. “I’m not wasting an entire day I could spend with you,” you tried to argue. “I’ll watch you write, I like to watch you write, but right now I need you to come sleep with me,” he hugged you from behind. “We already did that Harry and I’m too tired anyway,” you really wanted to get a few more pages done. “Not like that, I just want you to come to bed to give me a piece of mind. Come cuddle me?” With that he had officially managed to melt your heart. “You are a bad influence,” you gave in. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he saved your document and closed your computer for you. Harry doing it took away the sting of not getting as far as you wanted to. “Who cuddles you on tour,” you teased on your way to the bedroom. “Is it Niall,” you continued to kid him. “Why do you think I’m so tired when I get back? I don’t sleep,” he sounded surprisingly genuine. “Sorry I’ve been keeping you up,” you offered as you got into bed. “You don’t keep me up, you just put me to sleep,” he pulled you closer and in seconds you were both finally getting some real rest.
Zayn: You were talking to the boys when one of the body guards came out to get you. “Zayn, is not coming out. Can you please wake him up,” he begged desperate. “I’d rather not,” you responded honestly. “Please, (y/n),” it was interesting to see such a tough guy putting on begging eyes. You tried to hold your ground knowing that Zayn was not a morning guy, but realized it wasn’t fair to make him do it either. “Fine,” you grumbled heading back to the hotel room. “Zayn you lazy piece of poop, what are you doing,” you asked pouncing on the bed and straddling him. You shook his upper body violently so he had no choice but to wake up. “I was waiting on you crazy girl,” he lifted his body so he could wrap his arms around you and restrain you. He flipped you on your back and you started laughing, “how come?” You smiled up and admired his messy hair and sleepy eyes. “You wake me up,” he shrugged not completely sure of the answer himself. “What do you do when I’m not here,” you asked through heavy breathing as he started trailing kisses down your neck. “Text you and pretend you are,” he said pausing with a mischievous smile looking up at you. “So you don’t just send those so I have something to wake up to, you do that for your own self gain?” You gasped like you were shocked. “Sorry that I need you,” he said pulling a goofy face and hopping off of the bed so that he could start getting ready for the day. “You should be, I never signed up for this,” you joked acting like you were feeling overwhelmed. “It’s not my fault you’re so addicting,” he argued with his toothbrush in his mouth.
Liam: “Come to the studio,” Liam begged into the phone. “I’m just on a lunch break, I have to get back to work eventually,” you reminded him. “No you don’t, maybe you are not feeling so well,” he suggested. “You know who else is supposed to be working,” you asked. “Who,” he humored you. “You, Liam. You and Louis are supposed to be writing a song,” you reminded him. “Well that is not going to happen if you do not get your pretty butt down here,” he demanded. “What’s that supposed to mean,” you asked shocked by his sudden demanding behavior. “I have writers block, I need some inspiration,” he complained. “Well how am I going to help, I don’t write songs, I don’t have any ideas?” you shook your head confused as you took another bite from your sandwich. “I just want to hang out with you. I don’t want you to write it for me or anything. I always get in the mood while your around,” he said sure of himself, but you heard Louis grumbling in the background. “Is this how you get some? This would never work on Eleanor,” he laughed a little. “What does Louis take me for? Hit him for me… but he is right this weird phone conversation is not going to get you any.” You laughed telling your boss you would only be a few more minutes. “Not like that. You get me in the mood to write, you’re my muse and I need you to unblock me,” he said flustered. “As romantic and fun as unblocking sounds, sometimes sad emotions are just as inspiring as happy ones,” you offered. “No,” he sighed defeated. “I need this job and if I don’t get back now I’ll be fired,” you left him with that hoping Louis and him could figure it out.
Niall: You were confused when you saw Harry’s name on your phone. “Hello,” you said puzzled. “Niall I have (y/n) on the phone,” you heard Harry’s muffled voice. “I don’t want to talk to her,” you heard him say distressed. “What’s wrong with him,” you asked hoping Harry could hear you, but all of a sudden Niall’s voice became clearer. “(Y/n),” he said distraught, “you put her on speaker?” You heard Harry grunt as Niall probably hit him. “Why don’t you want to talk to me,” you asked more than confused. “I’m supposed to be strong, I’m not supposed to cry in front of you,” he said it like he actually believed what was coming out of his mouth. “What is the 50s,” you asked confused with a giggle. “You’re human, I like that. I like that you’re messy, just like me, it makes us a good couple.” There was a long silence. “Still there Sunshine,” you asked confused. “Yeah, I’m here,” he said and you could already here his voice cheering up. “So what’s up,” you questioned. “It was just getting to be too much, but I’m better now. I guess I just needed to hear your voice,” you could tell that he wasn’t lying. “Well, I’m pulling an all-niter for a project so you should call after your interview. Make sure I don’t fall asleep,” you gave him an excuse to call you even if your time zones were horrid. “Sounds good,” you could tell that eased him even more. “You two are adorable,” Harry cooed and took you off guard. “Talk to you tonight, or morning for you I guess,” he said embarrassed and you agreed starting up the coffee knowing you two would chat till your morning class started.
