Harry:
'I hope you are the one I share my life with'
Blind dates are things that occur when you have tried every other form of dating possible and not had any success. You trusted your friend Jenny wholeheartedly and hoped that your date wasn’t going to be a total disaster. A few minutes later and man was bought to your table by the head waiter and you glanced up to see these amazing green eyes looking at you and there was something so familiar about him yet you couldn’t put your finger on it. “I’m Harry. Nice to meet you.” He reached his hand out for you to shake. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m (Y/N).” You shook his hand and sat in your chair. Once settled the waiter took your drink orders and left. “What do you do for a living (Y/N)?” You clasped your hands together. “Something a little unconventional, I have my own blog. What about you?” Harry ducked his head down. “I’m in a band.” This peaked your interest. “Anything I would have heard of?” Harry’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Possibly. I’m in One Direction.” Realisation hit you. “Really? Well I am a huge fan and love your music.” You could see Harry become really comfortable. “Thanks.” he mumbled out and there was an awkward pause and you being you had to break it. “So what about family? Brothers and sisters?” Harry seemed a little unsure. “Don’t you know the answer to your own question?” You just shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah I do. But I haven’t heard it straight from you. I know I made you uncomfortable with saying I was a fan and I totally understand if you don’t want this date to continue.” Harry stayed silent and wouldn’t meet your eyes. “I guess I’ll go then. It was really nice meeting you.” You stood up, placed money down for your drink that had yet to arrive and slipped your jacket on. “(Y/N) wait.” You looked down at Harry. “There’s just my older sister Gemma and I have to say she is my best friend, and I wouldn’t have been able to cope without her love and support. There’s my mum Anne and dad Des and they got divorced when I was younger. Now my mum has just remarried to an awesome man named Robin.” You smiled at him. “Thank you for sharing that with me.” You continued to stand there. “Will you stay? I just yeah…” You smiled at Harry and removed your jacket hanging it on the back of your chair and sat. For the rest of the evening you chatted and got to know each other and you hoped that he would be the one you would end up sharing your life with.
Liam:
'If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?'
You were lying on your bed sobbing your heart out into your pillow devastated over the voicemail message that Liam had just left you. ‘I’m sorry (Y/N) but it’s over. Be out before I get back.’ You didn’t understand where this had come from, everything seemed fine when you spoke to him this morning. You cried for a while longer before that sorrow turned into anger and you grabbed all the pictures that were in your shared apartment and threw them against the walls, watching as they shattered into pieces all over the ground. You destroyed everything in your path until you got back to your bedroom where you crumpled down in tears again just after you reached for your phone. You dialled Liam’s number multiple times but he obviously turned his phone off. The next best thing was Niall. You dialled his number and it rung a few times before you heard that Irish accent. “(Y/N)? Why are you calling me?” You started to cry all of a sudden which alarmed Niall greatly. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong? Do you need me to get Liam?” You shook your head forgetting he couldn’t see you. “No-oo-o” You stuttered out. “He broke up with me.” There was silence for a moment. “WHAT?! He did what?” You continued to cry but you could hear a commotion through the phone. “LIAM JAMES PAYNE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?” Niall was fuming. “Hey what’s -” There was a thud. “You broke up with her? What the hell is your problem? Having her call me crying is not okay.” There was a slight whimper. “I couldn’t deal with missing her any more Niall and the only way I could think of trying to fix that was having her hate me and not need me at all. She doesn’t need me, she needs someone who will be there for her not someone who is there 4 months out of the year.” You had had enough of listening to this. “NIALL!” You yelled. “She’s on the phone?” Liam yelled. Niall obviously walked away from him. “Sorry I was just so angry.” You wiped your nose on the back of your hand. “Will he listen to me? I mean he doesn’t have to talk I just want him to listen.” You don’t hear anything on the line until Niall’s soft voice comes through. “He’ll listen to what you have to say. I’m going to put you on loud speaker and I’ll be here the whole time.” You smiled at how caring Niall was. “I know you aren’t going to speak to me and that’s alright I guess but I miss you and the hurt I feel for you when you’re gone tells me just how much you mean to me. And I wish you had the guts to say it was over to my face instead of being a coward and leaving a 10 second voicemail on my phone.” Your voice began to waver. “If I didn’t need you in my life then why am I here crying on our bed? I love you. And I’ll be gone before you get back.” You hung the phone up wanting to fight for him but knowing it wouldn’t do any good.
