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He Cries (Y/N)

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Liam: You knew something was wrong when you heard the door slam. "Liam, that you?" you hollered from the couch. You heard him stomp up the stairs, and slam the bathroom door. You figured he just had a rough day at the studio, but it still worried you. It wasn't often that you saw Liam so upset. You decided to give him a few minutes to cool off, and see if he came to you himself before you went up and started asking questions. After about 10 minutes, the stomping upstairs had ended, so you decided to go check on him. "Li?" you said opening the door enough to peak in. You saw your boyfriend laying facedown on the bed, face buried in his arms. "Hey, what's wrong?" you said walking in. You could hear him sniffing softly. "Baby?" you questioned again as you rubbed big circles on his back. "Y/n, I am just so tired of all these rumors! I can't go anywhere without being smothered. I just wish I had a normal life!" Liam released through sobs. "Oh Liam. It's okay. I know it hurts, and that you wish you had a completely normal life, but if you did you would've never gotten to where you are today," you comforted. "What do you mean?" he said looking at you for the first time since he came home. "Well, if you had never went on x-factor, you wouldn't have ever met the boys, or had the opportunities you have had," you explained rolling him over, and wiping the stray tears rolling down his red cheeks. "You are right. I am so grateful for it all, I just wish I had some normalcy," he said blowing his nose on his shirt he wore today. "I know it hurts, baby. You just have to make the best of the bad situations," you said grabbing him a tissue. "I don't know what I would do without you, y/n," Liam smiled. "Same to you," you said kissing him gently. "I love you," he said pulling you close. "How about we change into some pajamas, and we can order in and watch movies?" you said looking at him. "I would love that," he said hopping up leaving you giggling. 

Harry: Harry was a somewhat emotional guy, but especially when it came to movies. It had gotten to a particularly sad part in the film you had been watching, and you looked up to see your boyfriend with tears streaming down his face. "Harry?" you asked with a giggle. "He didn't even give her a chance to explain herself!" he exclaimed at the actor who had run off after walking in on his girlfriend talking to another guy- her visiting cousin. "Oh my goodness," you giggled as he continued to scream at the TV. "Harry, babe, he can't hear you," you said through a smile. That caught his attention, and he gave you a look of sadness. "Do you want to turn it off?" you asked him giggling once again at his puppy dog face. "Yes please," he whined. "Okay. We will watch something happy," you said hopping up to change the movie. "Y/n?" he said through tears. "Yes babe?" you replied. "I would never do you that way. I would always give you a chance to explain yourself," Harry said facial expression the same sad puppy face. "I know, H. I love you," you said kissing him and hitting the play button on the remote. "I love you too," he said pulling you into him, and cuddling to Finding Nemo for the rest of the night, falling asleep in his tight warm embrace.

Niall: "I'm here," you told Harry over the phone. "Okay! I'll send someone right down," Harry said back excitedly. You had flown in to surprise Niall who had been down lately, because he missed you. You anxiously followed the body guard up to the room. You opened Niall's hotel room door, and noticed the mess of clothes thrown around the floor. Louis caught you before you entered. "I know it's a mess. Liam was sharing a room with him, but he moved in with Harry and I so you could have your own room. He hasn't cared about anything lately other than missing you. There's no telling the last time he had a shower, he is so careless right now. He really needed you," Louis whispered. "Well, I am glad you guys got ahold of me!" you say and Louis hugs you before leaving you alone. You enter and see Niall sat on the small couch in the room eating a bowl of potato chips, hair tossed in random directions, and his appearance rougher than the last time you had seen him. "Boo," you said when he heard you enter the room and sit your bags down. "Y/n!" he said scrambling to get to you. "Oh my gosh! I have missed you so much!" he yelled nearly knocking you over from the force of his hug. "I missed you too, Ni," you giggled as he picked you up. "We have so much to do, and talk about!" he said excitedly. "Yes! But first, you need a shower," you laughed and he laughed back heading to take a shower while you cleaned up the room, talking about the plans y 'all had for the next few weeks.

Louis: It wasn't a secret that Louis was a bit clumsy. You watched as Louis stood in the backyard kicking soccer balls into the goal. You could tell he was getting a little discouraged when he didn't get it in every time. Louis was good at soccer, but he hadn't been able to practice due to being on tour for several months, and he had a charity game he was playing this weekend. He had spent the whole day outside trying to get back into the rhythm of playing, but he was having an off day. You watched as he kicked a goal, and it barely missed. That's when Louis got fed up and kicked the goal post. You cringed to yourself knowing that had to hurt. You decided to go get some more coffee when he came limping back to the porch. You had geared up to give him a smart remark for kicking the goal when you realized the look of pain on his face. "Let me help you, Louis," you said running to help him sit on the couch. "Me stupid foot! I got angry and kicked the goal, and now I can't move it," he said through gritted teeth. "Let me see it," you said sliding his shoe off. You were a nurse, so you were at least qualified enough to decide whether it was bad enough to go to the hospital or not. "It doesn't look broken from the outside," you said upon first glance. You started feeling and moving around his foot when you got to a particularly painful area, and you looked up when you heard him gasp. He had silent tears running down his face. "Oh Loubear, let's get you to the hospital," you said being his crutch to the car. Sure enough it was broken, but he got a lovely blue cast, and you were the first to sign it. By the end of the day, the soccer game was the last thing on his mind, because he had you to cuddle with to make him feel better.