Zayn- You threw your computer on your bed, as you let out a loud huff. "You okay, babe?" Zayn meekly asks, when you turned around to face him in the doorway. "No! I can't finish this stupid essay." You grumbled. "Do you want me to help?" he innocently asked. "No... It's not that I don't know how to write or anything..." You said trailing off, as you looked at your computer on your bed. "Then what is it?" He asked. "I have never really told anyone this, but i'm dyslexic." You say, staring at your feet. "Babe, why haven't you told me? That's not a big deal." He said, trying to catch your stare. "I know... It's just... I feel so stupid. I can't even write a dumb essay, because of the fact it takes me an hour to read one page of one book." You said, with a tear falling down your check. Zayn walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. He used the pad of his thumb to wipe the tear off your cheek. "It's okay, baby. We will figure this out and get an A on this essay. Don't ever say you're stupid, because you are absolutly perfect. I love you." You smiled and hugged him back.
Liam- "Dammit!" You yelled, as you threw your pencil arcross the table. You broke your right arm meaning you couldn't draw, which is what you loved to do. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked, as he walked up behind the chair you were sitting in. "I can't do this! God, I am such a failure!" You yelled as you rested your head in your hands. "Hey, no you're not! Don't say that! That thing will be off in, like, 4 weeks, then you could co back to drawing." He said, his hand rubbing your back. His words didn't really comfort you. You spun around to look at him. "I may need surgery! I don't know! This may screw up my whole career. I hate myself!" Your words spilled out of your mouth before you could even think about what you were saying. His expression turned from sympathy to completley dead-pan look. "Y/N, don't ever say that again. You are absolutley perfect, so you don't need to every say you hate yourelf. You're too talented of an artist for your career to be done and over with now. You'll be okay, I promise." He said, looking at you with serious eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he held you tight. "Like I said, You're perfect."
Louis- You played with a ton of different hair styles in the mirror, but finally gave up, and released your grasp on your hair. A couple weeks ago, you thought you would help out your older sister by babysitting her daughter. Her daughter was a total brat, but your sister was super stressed. The little girl was running around the house as you sat on the coach. She ran in front of you with a pair of scissors. "Where did you get those?! Go put them back now!" You tried to reason with her, but she was being stubborn. You finally used the 'I'm gonna tell your mom' excuse, so she reasoned to put the back. She walked behing the coach to put them back, or so you thought. She snuck up behing you and cut off a huge chunck of your hair. You took forever to grow your hair out because you knew Louis loved long hair. Now you had a boy short haircut."Uggghhhh." You let out a long groan, as Louis walked in the room. "Hey babe, what's up." He asked, throwing his stuff onto the bed. He said he liked your hair, but you knew he hated it, but of course he wasn't going to telly ou that. "I'm just trying to figure out a cute style for this short hair, but none of these look good! I'm so irritated!" You groaned. "Any way you wear your hair will look cute." He said, smiling as he fell onto your bed behind you, as you looked in the mirror at your hair. He rubbed the back of your legs trying to comfort you, but it didn't make you feel comforted. "I look so ugly. You should just break up with me now." You said, blankly. "Are you kidding me? No I shouldn't! You're hair style doens't matter! You are still perfect, and I still love you." He said, grabbing at your hand. You turned around. "I love you too, Louis!"
Niall- You slowly poked your fork at your food, as your head rested in your other hand. Niall walked to the table from the kitchen with his plate with food piled on. "You're not touching your food?" He asked, as he sat in the chair across from you. "I don't know. I'm just not really hungry." You told him, but he knew you better then you knew yourself, so he knew that there was something deeper than 'not being hungry'. "Y/N... You always love when I make this... what's wrong?" He asked, reaching for your hand. You stood up, and picked up your plate. "I promise, Niall. I'm fine." You walked to your kitchen, and dumped your food down the sink. Niall walked in behind you. "Y/N... I swear if you are not eating..." He said, as you turned around with tears brimming in your eyes. "You are absolutley perfect... why?" He asked. "I- no... I'm not. everyone knows I'm fat. I'm just trying to loose weight. It's not a big deal." You tried to sound normal, but your voice cracked, making it clear to Niall everything wasn't okay. "No, Y/N. It's not okay. You have to eat. This is so bad for you. Please. I am so worried for you." He said, slowly walking towards you. You hugged him as tight as you could, with tears running down your cheeks. "Please help me." You stated. "Hey, hey. I'm always here for you. I promise." He assured, as he rubbed your back. "I love you." You stated. "I love you more than anything, Y/N"
Harry- You leaned closer to the mirror to get a better view of your forhead and nose. They had freckles covering them. A tear slipped from your eye, as your phone buzzed, informing you that you had a new twitter notification. "(Y/T/N) is embarrassing. No offense, but we all know he doesn't like you. It's obviously managment. #alittlefat #shesactuallyreallyfat". You read it, and started crying. Earlier they were on your ass for your ugly nose and forehead, and now they are calling you fat. You loved Harry with all your heart, but he only liked to pay attention to the positive comments... which is great! But that means he has never noticed all the nagitive comments aimed at you. They hurt so badly. These people who don't even know you are behind a screen, calling you fat. You heard the door close, and knew immediatley it was Harry. "Hey babe." He yelled. You wiped the tears from your eyes, but your cheeks were still tear stained. The door knob twisted, as Harry walked in and saw you in front of the mirror, with tears running down your checks. "Babe... what's- are you okay?" He ran over to you, as you wiped your face more. "No, I'm fine." You tried to assure him. "No you're not-" and right then, another twitter mention went off. "(Y/T/N) I'm sorry, but Harry isn't into fat ugly girls." He read the mention, and then looked up in your eyes, as more tears started spilling out of them. "Y/N... you can't believe anything that any of them are saying, okay? You are perfect. I'm not going anywhere, don't worry." You smiled at his words and hugged him for what felt like hours.
