Harry: 23 missed calls, 37 new text messages and 10 voicemails. Harry was desperate to get in contact with you. After being told to fix your face you locked him out of the house and ran upstairs to your bedroom, curling up in bed and sobbing into the pillow. How could he be so cruel? He didn't understand how hard it was for you to be seen without makeup, let alone go out to a fancy restaurant without it. For once in your life you had no insecurities, and he had to ruin it with some stupid comment. Your phone rang again, the shrill ringtone cutting through the silence. Sighing, you pressed decline again and wiped away the tears in your eyes. 24 missed calls. Did he not understand what he said could not be forgiven instantly? A knock on the door told you that Harry had found his way into the house, you knew you should've grabbed the spare key.
"Y/N.." His voice sounded broken, upset, just like yours sounded when he said that awful thing. "I'm so sorry. I should of never said that, I love you, every inch of you. You're perfect, with and without makeup. I can't lose you." His voice broke at the end and you knew he was upset. Even if he had been rude you couldn't stand to see him upset, it was a terrible feeling knowing the person you love is upset. You sighed and stood up from your bed, unlocking the door and seeing Harry sitting across from the door, looking absolutely crushed. You sat down next to him and leant your head on his shoulder, feeling butterflies in your stomach even with all the emotions. "Y/N before I met you I never knew what it was like to fall in love with someone and be able to look at someone and smile for no reason, please don't leave me." He kissed your forehead lovingly caressed your cheek. "I wouldn't be able to, I love you too much."
Liam: You had checked into a different hotel after hearing Liam say those mean things, only Niall knew where you were. He had contacted you saying that Liam was so distraught, but you couldn't care less. He had said something that broke your heart, all you had done was support and encourage him, and look how well that ended. He had not even tried to contact you, everybody else had, but not Liam. That hurt even more then the mean comment. A notification sound erupted from your phone and you realised it was a text from Liam and it only said one word, balcony. You furrowed your eyebrows and opened the balcony doors from your hotel room. The view was breathtaking, you could see the ocean from there, but there was a lack of one thing, Liam. You looked around and noticed a bouquet of red roses on the balcony table, a little note was attached to them. You hesitantly walked over to the roses and picked up the card. My love for you will never stop. I'm sorry. Tears pricked at your eyes and you furiously wiped them away.
"Y/N." You glanced up and saw Liam standing in the doorway, giving you a sad smile. His hair was messy and dishevelled, like he had been running his hand through it constantly. You ran over to him and hugged him tightly, as he sighed and kissed you softly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. It hurts too much when you're not around, I need you in my life." You looked up at him and smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the bedroom. "Might as well not let this hotel room go to waste."
Zayn:You ran into the bathroom and felt the tears fall freely. Were you really that bad looking? You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed, of course you did. If your boyfriend said it, then it had to be true. Eleanor came up behind you and sighed. "Don't listen to him Y/N, you look amazing, everybody thinks so." She smiled softly at you and hugged you. You held back the tears and plastered a fake smile on your face. "Yeah you're right, I'll be fine." She gave you a look and raised her eyebrows "I'm fine." You brushed her off and she furrowed her eyebrows but left you to yourself. As soon as she had gone you broke down, sliding down the wall.
10 minutes later you had dried away your tears and you were walking out of the club. You could see Zayn following you from the corner of your eye but you kept walking, ignoring everybody who tried to talk to you. You grabbed your coat and wrapped it around your body, before walking down the street and beginning to walk home.
"Y/N! Wait up, I'm sorry." You heard the familiar voice of Zayn shout and you stiffened, but sped up. There's no way you could face him, especially after learning he cringed when you wear tight clothes. A warm hand grabbed your wrist and you were met with the eyes of Zayn, full of remorse and sadness. You ripped your hand away. "Don't touch me." You kept walking, trying to ignore him walking behind you."Please forgive me Y/N. I didn't mean it, I was just angry and I said some things, things I didn't mean and things I regret. I love you like I've never loved anyone before. I love everything about you. I love your body, I love your smile, I love your personality, I love everything about you." He turned you around and smashed his lips against yours, kissing you with every thing he had, making sure you knew he was sorry and that he loved you.
Louis:You were determined to be fun, just for Louis. All day you had taken him around time, not for one second stopping to relax. If fun was what he wanted, then fun is what he got. You were currently at a club, dancing in the middle of a bunch of strangers. Louis was sitting at the bar, watching you worriedly. You downed another shot and walked over to Louis, stumbling slightly. "Are you having fun yet? Am I fun yet?" You asked him, slurring your words slightly. Louis frowned and looked down guiltily. "Is that what this is all about? Y/N I didn't mean it." You gulped and ordered another drink. "People don't just say stuff like that and not mean it, I get it, it's fine. I'm not fun, I've accepted it." You fake-laugh and sip your drink. Louis sighs and pushes the drink away from you. "You are fun, and I love you because of that. You don't need to try do this for me, you're not being yourself. And I love you, I don't need you being fake." He helped you up and walked you to the car, driving you home.
An hour later you were cuddled in bed, sober and watching Grease with Louis. He was kissing you softly on your cheeks, your forehead and your nose. Every few minutes he would mutter something romantic in your ear. "I love you Y/N, I always will."
Niall: "Y/N, please let me in." Niall knocked on the door again. You ignored him, sobbing quietly into the arms of your sweater.
"Princess."
"I love you, please open the door."
"Answer me Y/N, I can't stand seeing you this upset." Niall had been sitting down outside the door for hours, he wasn't giving up and he wasn't going away. No matter what you said or did he wasn't going to leave. There was silence for a few moments and you stood up, walking over to the sink and washing your face. You stared in the mirror and looked at yourself up and down, were you really that embarrassing to be seen out in public with? You glanced back at the door just in time to see a piece of paper slide underneath it. I'm sorry princess, please open the door. I'm a jerk I know, but I'm your jerk and I love you. Your eyes filled with tears again and you wiped them away, before slowly walking over to the door and unlocking it. Niall ran up to you and hugged you tightly, squeezing you until you couldn't breathe. He lifted you up onto the counter so you were the same height and wiped away your tears. "I'm so sorry princess. I had no idea, I'm so sorry." His voice broke and you realised he had been crying, his eyes were all red and puffy and he looked like a mess. "I love you too much to lose you. I'm sorry I said all those things and I will do anything and everything if it means you'll forgive me." You hesitated as you smiled slightly. "I've already forgiven you. I love you too Niall."
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