Harry: You sat on the floor of your living room staring at your cut up hands. Cleaning up broken glass wasn’t your best idea. Suddenly, you heard the door open. “(Y/N)?” Harry called, sounding much calmer than he was before. “In the living area,” you sad back. From your peripheral you could see his boots walk into the room, and stop once he saw you. “What the hell happened?” he asked you, leaning down next to you and taking your bloodied hands in his much larger ones. “I…I tried to clean up the vase…” you whimpered, sniffing as you trailed off. “Oh, Baby…” he whispered, as he felt his own heart breaking. “Oh, (Y/N), come here.” He lifted you onto his lap, then used his thumb to lift your chin so your eyes met his. “I didn’t cheat on you,” you said. He took a deep breath, then said, “I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot. It’s just…The thought of losing you…Makes me insane. And I get mad and lash out. But I know you’d never do that. I do. And I’m so incredibly sorry, my love.” With that, he kissed your tears away and took you into the bathroom to get cleaned up. “I love you,” he said. “I love you too, Harry.”
Liam: You were freezing. Realizing you left your coat in his car, you sobbed once more. It had already been nearly an hour and you weren’t anywhere near your house. Feeling weak, tired, and heartbroken, you collapsed on the curb and gave way to tears. Eventually (and unwillingly) you fell asleep, crying there on the sidewalk. After what felt like only minutes later, you awoke to faint mumbling, a mix of jumped cuss words and self hatred. “Liam?” you whimpered. “Oh my God,” he choked, “you’re awake.” Once your eyes were fully adjusted, you saw Liam cradling you in your bedroom. He was crying, stroking your face so gently it was as if he thought you were made of glass, so fragile in his arms that you might break then and there. “W-What hap-pened?” you spoke, your voice horse as you shivered. “I went back for you…You were on the ground…So cold and alone. You wouldn’t respond when I called for you, I thought I lost you.” All you could do was snuggle more into his chest, trying to take in his warmth and regain your own. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…” he sobbed again. “It’s alright, Liam. It’s n-not your f-fault.” “It is though,” he cried. “Shh..” you soothed, “let’s just go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.” He silently nodded, tucking you into the bed, kissing your forehead, and holding you close as you both drifted into sleep.
Louis: You woke up the next morning to the smell of something sweet, which (despite your red, puffy eyes and sore throat from the previous night’s screaming and sobbing) made your mouth water. You rose from the bed and hesitantly made your way downstairs. In the kitchen stood Louis, wearing an apron and standing proudly next to the buffet of food he had set out for you. Breakfast foods of all kinds were laid on the table before you, and in the middle was a large cake with pink dripping frosting. Louis was quick to speak before you were able to. “I’m sorry about yesterday. But I swear, she meant absolutely nothing. It was a mistake! She kissed me, I swear it. I would never do that to you because I love you so much and the mere thought of you hurt crushes me. So, um…I-I made a cake,” he finished, pointing to the mess on the table. On it read, in large letters, “I’M SORRY, I LOVE YOU.” You smiled, walking toward him and giving him a gentle hug. “It’s alright, Louis. We’ll talk it out, yeah? I believe you’d never hurt me, and I’m willing to listen to whatever you have to say.” He grinned, then chuckled as he eyed the cake. “I’m rubbish at baking,” he laughed. You hugged him again, before sticking your finger in the frosting and wiping it across his nose and cheek. “Ha!” you laughed. “Oh, it’s on now, little lady,” he smiled, and before you knew it you were being chased around the kitchen in a beautiful food fight.
Niall: You had spent the past few nights at Liam’s, and you were just about to head to bed when you heard voices from downstairs. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Niall.” “Please, Liam, I have to see her!” you heard Niall beg. You heart melted as his voice cracked, and new tears stung your eyes as the other night’s memories came flooding back. “Fine,” Liam huffed, and before you knew it there was a knock at your door. “(Y/N)? Niall’s here…” You sighed, “send him in.” Then the door creaked open, and a red-eyed, messy haired Niall came sulking into the room, closing the door behind him. He looked awful; like he hadn’t slept in months. “(Y/N)…” he could barely get out, before collapsing in front of you in a heap of sobs. “I’m sorry,” he cried, “please, please forgive me.” “Niall…I-I don’t know…” He sobbed harder, standing up and rushing to you. “I-I know I don’t deserve it, but…I can’t live without you. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I’m having trouble breathing without you. Seeing you afraid of me…Calling for help…It killed me. I’m so sorry,” he sobbed again. “Oh, Niall,” you quietly cried, “I forgive you. But you have to promise you’ll never hurt me in any way again, okay?” “I won’t—I mean, I do—I-I promise!” he gasped, engulfing you in a hug and kissing you passionately.
Zayn: “Wait,” you whispered. Zayn stopped, swallowed, then turned around slowly. “Stay,” you said. “Why? I don’t deserve you,” he said, because he truly believed it. He had hurt you, his one and only, his true love, and he didn’t know if he could forgive himself for that. “I know you don’t,” you sighed, “but I need you. As much as I hate to admit it…I do. And if you leave I know this will be over. And I don’t want it to be. So stay,” you finished, walking toward him and placing a small hand on his shoulder. He choked out a small sob, before turning around and wrapping his arms tightly around you. He buried his face in your neck and cried into your hair. You kissed his shoulder before pulling away and saying, “you need to make it up to me, though. And you can’t talk to me like that, got it?” you warned. “Got it,” he sadly smiled, pulling you back into his loving embrace.
