Harry:
"Watching you get dressed, Messes with my head. Take that bag off your shoulder. Come get back in bed, We still have time left. This dont have to be over."
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“Where do you think your going?” a voice calls from the behind you, causing you to jump slightly. Quickly you whip around, your eyes landing on the green orbs of the one and only Harry Styles. Just a few moments before you turned around, his figure layed motionless upon the matress, sound asleep, but now he’s in a completly different position. His back is now pressed agaist the headboard, while his arms are crossed. Eyes wide open. “N-no where” you stutter out lamely, causing Harry to raise his eyes brow slightly and cock his head to the side in confusion. “No where?” he repeats, but his eyes then train directly on the bag that you have slung over your shoulder, “Then why are you packed?” When the questiopn leaves his lips, instantly it makes you question your own reasoning, and frown. “Take that bag off your shoulder, love. Come back to bed… your spots getting cold,” as the words leave his lips, he swings the covers back for you to climb in and you quickly oblige, letting the bag fall to the floor. You quickly oblige, wobbling back to the bed, stripping from your clothing until you are just in your undergarents. As soon as you reach your side of the king sized matress, you plop down, instantly being pulled into the chest of your beloved boyfriend. “You really didn’t think that i was going to allow to leave, did you?” he mumbles into your hairs softly.
Niall
"And you say, it’s hard to keep a secret. Girl dont leave me all alone in this hotel…"
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“Niall, we cant keep doing this. The secret is going to get out about us creeping around and who know the mess that were going to be in.” The words spill from your mouth like word vomit, as you clasp your bra back together, adjusting your boobs within the material. You stand up from the bed, in search of your shirt that had been carelessly flung around the room. After about thirty seconds of looking for the article of clothing, Niall’s voice rings through the room. “Looking for this,” he say, causing you to turn around and see him smirking, holding your shirt within his grasp. From the look on his face you know that he is not going to give it back willingly. “Give It,” you growl out, causing his eyes to twinkle in amusment. “Nope. You’re staying here with me,” he states, falling onto the couch, and deciding to place the fabric under his butt. Groaning in frustration you walk toward him, causing him to have to stare up at you from his position on the couch. “Niall, i dont have time for this. Give me the damn shirt,” You warn, and instantly his face contorts into amusment. “(Y/N), i said no. dont leave me here alone… i’ll get bored without you here,” he whines, and instantly you sigh in defeat plopping down beside him. “And besides… the view from here is amazing,” he states cheekily, causing you to snap your head to his direction and shoot him an icy glare, but you cant help but let a smile slip onto your face. “Fuck You.”
Liam:
"You should probably stay, probably stay, a couple more days. Come on let me change your ticket home…"
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“Baby please dont cry,” Liam says softly, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist securly. Slowly he runs his hands up and down your back while swaying from side to side comfortingly. Today way the day that you would be leaving the glourious tour life to head back to your shared home back in London, and today was also the day that both you and liam had been dreading. “But i dont want to go,” You sob, causing Liams heart to clench. In his opinion, seeing you cry was one of the most awful things that could occure. Every tear that falls from your eyes is a small fracture into your heart, and hearing you sob like that, put a tear in it. He takes in a sharp intake of air, getting a brilliant idea. “How about this,” he starts, causing you to pull away slightly and stare up at him, urging his to continue on. “How about we change you ticket, letting you stay for a few more weeks, no only will i be able to sleep better at night, but we could be together,” he proposes with a smile, causing you to mimic his expression. Your eyes lighting up in excitment, “Can You?” you ask hopefully. “I can.”
Louis:
"… And these shades, can hide of from the streets yea. When we can, i promise that i"ll, never tell."
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“Here put these on,” you say quietly, not wanting the hoard of girl to discover your location, even though the headline, ‘Trapped in Hot Topic’ would make a good story to tell when you get older. Louis looks down at the item in your hands in confusion, “(Y/N), right now is not the time to set a fashion statement,” he frowns causing you to roll your eyes at his stupidity. “No dummy, put them on, and we can try and hide from the fans,” you explain, causing him to smile, and take them from you, sliding them onto his face slowly, before taking a deep breath and opening the door to the fitting room. “Ready?” he whispers, you nodding in reply as you walk out of the store as casually as possible and make your way out of the mall, and to your car. “Oh my god… that work..” He says once you reach the safety of his car. You only lean back into your chair, with just as much shock written on your features. “I can’t believe it either.”
Zayn:
"Why we dont we take some time, why dont we take just a little more time…"
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“Zayn, hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” you exclaim, re-appling your red lipstick, before doing one more check over. Today you where going to be having dinner with his parents, and the last thing you wanted, was to be late for your first meeting. “I’m coming, babe, give me a moment,” he yells back, while adjusting his tie, before coming downstairs. When he is almost at the bottom step, he stops, eyeing you carefully. You see him staring at you through the mirror and instantly you frown, “What? Is something wrong?” You ask worried that something was on your dress. “I can’t let you leave in that…” Zayn say lowly, before walking toward you, his lip caught inbetween his teeth, “It’lll be to distracted tonight”. You turn around and your eyes widen as you watch his eyes darken with lust, “Z-zayn, we dont have time for this, ” You warn, backing up into the wall while he proceeds to get closer and closer. ” Baby, all we have is time… maybe a little more than i actually need,” he smirks, undoing his belt..
