Liam: “I hate roller coasters.” You groaned as he pulled you off of one and straight into another line. It’s not like it’s every day that he gets the opportunity to go do something normal with you like visit a theme park, so you were both taking advantage of this day. So far, you’d been on three roller coasters, two rides that sprayed you with water, and one the just spun in crazy circles until you were almost certain that you could feel breakfast coming back up. You would’ve backed out after that one, but it was Liam and he was adorable and happy, so you kept your grip on his hand (it was the only thing keeping you from falling over) and you followed him onto yet another twisty ride. Your brain couldn’t make sense of it about halfway through that ride, the longest one yet. Everything was up and down and sideways, the loop-de-loops were driving you crazy and you were screaming, clinging to Liam like he was your life-preserver and you were caught in the ocean. After that ride, he promised that you could take a break, so you sat down together on a bench, and waited for the dizziness to subside.
Harry: What a strange, strange boy that you’d found yourself in a relationship with. He was so positive about almost everything that even when their career began to drop, fans backing out when all but Harry and Zayn were married. He clung to you and told you that it would be okay, the fans would come back, they’d put out another album, go on another world record-breaking tour, and everything would be okay. But then, that didn’t happen, the numbers were too low, and One Direction was cut. That’s when Harry’s mood plummeted. All the fans had always said that Niall would be the most disappointed when the band inevitably broke up, but truly it was Harry who had been made for fame, and the carpet had just been stolen out from under his feet, leaving his shaky and off-balance as you tried to help him stand. That all turned around in a few short weeks. He was offered another record deal, this time as a solo recording artist and he took it because it was a really great one, and he moved you both into a lovely, lavish place in LA. The whole time that he was recording his solo album, he had doubts about it all, but you constantly reassured him that it would be great, the fans loved when they’d find his demos, and they’d love him. When the album came out, it was number one within moments, so Harry Styles rose to fame again.
Zayn: It was the strangest opportunity that they’d been given to date, and jokingly in an interview a few years before, he’d said that he wanted this. “What do you want to achieve in the next few years?” “A concert in outer space,” He’d said and they’d all laughed and nudged each other, not thinking that that would ever be a possibility for them. But now. Now they’re getting prepared to go into fucking space, going through all the proper training, and they’re going to sing and perform in zero gravity. The thought alone is blowing his mind, who knows what the actual experience will do. The fans were thrilled and had been buzzing since the announcement a week before; the concert was going to be broadcast all over earth, live online. He brought you with him on one of their rehearsal days where they were put in an anti-gravity chamber (a recent invention) and they got to choreograph and practice. They even let you in and it was bizarre, not being able to tell up from down, just moving through the air like breathable water. Zayn laughed, reaching out to pull you through the air towards him. “This is going to be sick.” His grin was as wide as his face would allow and you mirrored that, too thrilled for him to be anything but overjoyed.
Louis: The wreck had screwed you up. Now you were scared to go in car’s and Louis sometimes grew frustrated by that, but at the same time he understood. You’d told him once the story of the accident. The way that the pavement had been glowing with lightning in rain puddles, the way the moon had just been peering out from behind a stringy gray cloud. He’d listened in horrified fascination as you explained the loss of control, the way the steering wheel had slid through your mother’s fingers, uncontrollably, and the car had begun spinning around in dizzy circles and then, tipped and then you were flipping. The reports measured that amount of time for all of 7 seconds, but for you it’d felt like 7 minutes of hell. Glass had been shattering, stinging the side of your face, you could hear the sounds of crashing glass and crushing metal, your mother’s screams, and something that was probably your own screams. In those seven seconds, you couldn’t tell if the car was up or down, because one second it was up, one second it was down, and your brain was confused and scared, so you just shut down. After that, you couldn’t remember anything until three days later when you woke up in a hospital bed with stitches on your forehead and a cast on your right arm and leg. Louis understood that the scarring horror of losing your mother in that wreck made you not ever want to sit in another car again, but slowly he helped you build up to it, until you were comfortable and unafraid.
Niall: The first tattoo he got, he got while he was drunk and you were both watching Pirates of the Caribbean. He thought the line “up is down” was the greatest line ever written by anyone, so he grabbed your hand and before either of you could realize that the line really wasn’t all that great, he was sitting in the chair, the needle buzzing against his skin. He had the words permanently inked into the skin over his left collarbone, and as soon as he was done, he begged you to get a matching one. You gave in after a few moments, slipping into the chair and getting the words “down is up” tattooed onto your right collarbone. He thought it was really romantic and cute so he took a picture of the two of you grinning with your tattoos and posted it to Instagram. It was the next morning when the two of you woke up with hangovers and an itching collarbone each, that you both realized what you’d done. “It’s not so bad, right? Like we could’ve got something really stupid like “but you have heard of me” which would sound really pretentious coming from me.” He laughed and you smiled because he had a point, and it was true that when you’d fallen in love with him down had been up and up had been down.
