Louis: The room was dark, the air was cold and you were staring at the shadows that painted the ceiling. “Can I tell you a secret?” You whispered at the ceiling, fingers dancing across the sheets, searching for your phone. “Lou, can I tell you a secret?” He was on what seemed like the other side of the planet and you just wanted to talk to him. “Yeah, babe, tell me a secret.” His voice was soft like he knew you were moments away from falling asleep. “My secret is that I can’t sleep when you aren’t here, without hearing your voice or something. I miss you, Louis.” Softly, from thousands of miles away his voice reached you, “I miss you too.”
Niall: His laugh was obnoxiously loud, his forehead tipped against your shoulder, and the beer in his hands was sloshing dangerously close to overflowing onto your lap. “Wanna hear a secret?” His words were hot against your skin, smelling strongly of the alcohols he’d been drinking all night. “I’m so nervous about tonight, this date with you. Sorry if I’m a bit drunk, I just was so nervous.” He laughed again and you reached out to take the drink from him and replace it on the table. “Ni, we’re not on a date, we’re just out with a group of our friends.” He laughed again, coming up to be face-to-face with you. “I have another secret, then. I like you as a lot more than a friend.”
Harry: Sand squished under your feet, damp and soft and shifty. Harry was right beside you, a warm presence in the autumn night. LA was somewhere to your right, the wide, deep blue stretch of the Pacific to your left. You’d met him a few weeks ago at a party and since then you’d spent a lot of time together, creating a good friendship, so the fact that you were walking along the beach together sharing secrets wasn’t too big of a deal. They were everything from tiny secrets you’d each kept since childhood to recent secrets ranging from large to small.
Zayn: "My biggest dream as a child was to be a princess." You confessed as he played with your fingers. "That’s not a secret. Almost every little girl wants to be a princess." Zayn tapped on the back of your hand, drawing shapes with his fingertips. You sighed, delving into the secret parts of your mind to find a secret that Zayn would deem a deep enough, dark enough secret. "When I was drunk one time I got your face tattooed on my butt." He stopped tracing lines and looked up, smirking as he gazed into your eyes, "I think would’ve noticed that." You shook your head, "No, seriously, I did." That led to you naked on his bed, both of you laughing because you had a mini-tattoo of his face on your right bum cheek.
Liam: He glared at you, watching as you danced around with Harry, laughing and kissing him and pretending like Liam wasn’t sitting on the other side of the club. It’s not like he had any reason to be protective of you; you weren’t dating, he’d never told you that he wanted to be in any real form of a relationship with you, and all you were was two people who spent too much time together and occasionally ended up in the same bed. After a little while, he finally grew the courage to cross the crowd and squeeze between you and Harry by wrapping an arm around your waist and drawing you away. “I’ve a secret for you, babe. I’m incredibly jealous and I want you to be mine.” And then your lips were on his and that was the best secret you’d ever been told.
