Liam:wildest dreams (you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down) Liam sat up, clutching his chest and breathing heavily. He glanced at the girl next to him, thankful she was dead asleep and wouldn’t question him about the dream he just had. He quickly grabbed his phone and hopped out of bed, making his way down to the living room, falling onto the couch to try and catch his breath. He rubbed his forehead, as if that would erase the dream he just had of you laughing as you two laid in his bed, avoiding the world for a sunday. He can still feel your legs on his, and his hyper awareness of the warm feeling that spread through his chest. He opens his phone, scrolling through his pictures till he finds what he is looking for. He can’t even remember what city you two were in, but you were in that dress you loved (but he loved more) you had a small smile on your face as you looked over your shoulder at him, begging him to come watch the sunset rather than stand behind you and snapping pictures, your hand is reaching towards him and if Liam closes his eyes, he can still feel his fingers threading through yours, locking together. He exited out of the photo quickly, shaking his head, before his fingers did what his heart wanted to, without even consulting his mind. The phone was ringing and his leg was bouncing wildly, praying you picked up. You did, because it was the dead of night and it was Liam, answering and prompting him if something was wrong. “I dreamt about you for the fifth time this week. I know you said that you hoped I would still see you, but this is driving me crazy. I need the real you back. Dream you does you no justice.” He forced out, calming at the sound of your happy laugh on the other end.
Louis:this love. (when you’re young, you just run, but you come back to what you need) Louis looked small. He was standing on your porch in jeans, his usual vans and a sweatshirt, and he looked small. He smelled like summer and faintly of smoke, and your mind is reeling with things that happened ten years ago. “Hi.” He said eventually. You cleared your throat, “Hello.” You nod. “I was scared, ___. So fucking scared.” He said capturing your eyes with his bright blue ones, which still stood out to you in the dead of night. You nodded in understanding. You two didn’t need to explicitly say anything about your relationship. You two were young, he was wild and you let him go. But here he was again and you wanted to fall to your knees, and pray that you don’t have to watch him leave again, feeling his kiss lingering on your cheek. “I don’t know what you’re doing here.” You said, hiding your mouth in your sleeve and turning your face away from him, because you could feel yourself start to well up with tears. “I’m here for you. I’m here to do this right this time. I ran because I was young and stupid and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life, but I also will spend my life trying to make it up to you. I know it’s me for you too, you know. I can see it in your face.” You sniffled, looking at Louis. He came back to you, igniting something that you thought had died a long time ago. He came back at the perfect time. “You came back to me.” You said through tears as Louis sighed out, pulling you into him as you buried yourself in his shoulder. “I think we both knew I always would.”
Zayn:clean. (ten months sober, i must admit just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it) Timing, that was what it boiled down to. He was never home, and thats the only place you really wanted him to be. Maybe you should have tried harder, but in a twisted way it was easier to not have him at all, than only to get little bits of him when his schedule allowed it. Which is what you were trying to tell your legs, so they would move away from his front door, but no such luck. You knew you shouldn’t be there, it’s been nearly a year and you’ve managed to stay away for this long, you should be able to, but you missed him so fucking much and it was just starting to claw at your chest. You were about to finally turn away, and go back to being free and clear of a life with Zayn Malik, when he opened the door. “You’ve been standing here for ten minutes.” Was all he said for you to burst into tears. “I can’t do this, I can’t be here because I know if I see for another second all my work to get over you will go to shit. And I miss you like hell and it sucks and I have to go.” You said shaking your head and turning to leave. He softly grabbed your elbow to pull you back towards him. “You miss me?” He murmured. All you could do was nod, overwhelmed by his proximity and how he smelled exactly the same. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Just come inside for a minute, we can talk.” He said quietly, next to your ear. You nodded weakly, following him inside.
Niall:blank space. (nice to meet you, where you been? i could show you incredible things) Niall had seen a lot. He had been all over the world, a new city every night. He had experienced fame and all it’s benefits and drawbacks. But he had never seen anything like you. You hit him like a whirlwind, him falling in love faster than he could keep up. It was torture for him, being away from you, wanting you, missing you. But none of that mattered. He knew this could end at any second, but also had the potential to go on forever. You two were currently sat in Italy somewhere, out on a balcony with an incredible view, and all he could really focus on was the incredible thing in front of him that was you. You were doodling in your notebook, not paying much attention to your boyfriends stare. “You seem something you like, Mr. Horan?” You asked, continuing to draw. He chuckled, tapping at your calf with his sock clad foot “Mayyyybe.” He said playfully, laughing at nothing in particular. “You’re such a freak.” You said, shaking your head, getting up to plop yourself onto his lap, turning to look out over the scenery. You sighed happily as he intertwined your hands with his, resting them on your thighs as he kissed the back of your neck. “This view is nice.” He said quietly, not knowing the effect his lips were having currently. You squirmed as he chuckled against you, “I Could show you something nicer.” You sang quietly, pulling yourself off him as you made your way back into the hotel room, laughing.
Harry:style. (he can’t keep his wild eyes on the road, takes me home, lights are off he’s taking off his coat) He is in the black range rover like he said he would be, and his headlights are off, also like he said they would be. You glance out of your window, grinning before jogging out to the car, pulling the passenger door open, hopping in, breathless. You turn to grin at the boy who has been gone for damn near three months now, and he has that usual smirk on his face as he looks at you with a glint of love and mischief in his eye. He doesn’t say much, but grabs your hand over the console, squeezing it every so often as he begins the drive back to his place. You keep catching him looking at you as the car swerves to one side, him steering it back as his eyes hit the pavement again. “Harry, look at the road, not at me.” You said laughing. He grins at you, a wild look in his eyes, before pulling off to the side of the road, throwing the car in park. “This will make things easier.” He murmurs to himself before he is leaning his long body across the car to kiss you, hands awkwardly on your waist, trying to pull you closer. You pull away. “We are almost to your house, Mr. impatient. Take me home.” You say quietly. He shakes his head, clearing his brain before focusing back on driving. He is clearly making a point to avoid glancing at you, but as soon as he gets into his driveway, you two are out of the car in record time, fumbling his door open as he doesn’t bother to turn on any lights, tossing off his long black coat, gathering you up into his arms quickly. “There was another girl.” You murmured as he kissed your neck. He hums, “Can’t get you out my head. You had a boyfriend.” He counters. Three months of your almost relationship on hold, and you hadn’t missed a beat. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you either.” You trailed off, working on getting his white shirt over his head.
