Harry:
The room was dark, and it felt lonely, even though both you and Harry were in it. And after hours of yelling and fighting with each other, it was now dead silent. He sat on the balcony, the cool night air blowing into the bedroom. He’d said some awful things to you. So you, getting defensive, said some awful things back. You’d said some things you never should have said and some things you didn’t even mean. You had picked at his insecurities, which was out of line. You sat on the floor of the bedroom, your back against the wall, as you looked out on the balcony. You watched his every move, though his back was towards you so he had no idea you were watching him. “Harry” you said so softly. “Harry?” You repeated, he refused to turn around. “Please Harry” you said, tears falling quickly. You cleared your throat. “I love you” you said at a normal volume; you knew he heard you. You heard him sigh, and for the first time in the past hour he turned around and his teary eyes met yours. “Harry, I love you” you repeated, through tears. He shook his head slightly and turned back around. “No you don’t” he said. His words were so quiet, but you knew they would haunt you for the rest of your life.
Niall:
"I’m so fucking angry with you right now" Niall said, though he laughed slightly. "Niall babe, it’s a prank. I know you’re not actually mad." "I expected this from Louis or the rest of the band but I didn’t expect you to be in on it too" Niall huffed, crossing his arms. You felt bad, but he was overreacting. You and the Louis had teamed up to put some blue hair dye in his shampoo. Making his hair a nice shade of pastel blue. "I think it looks really nice and hey I think Michael Clifford will approve" you giggled. Niall couldn’t help but laugh. "Whatever" he said. "Niall! I love youuuuu" you whined, before kissing his pouty lips. "Whatever" Niall said, unable to keep the smile off his lips. He always smiled after a kiss from you, his princess. "You love me. I know you love me, Niall" you giggled. "I’m going to get you back (Y/N)"
Liam:
You’d been in love with the same guy for the past 4 years. He was your sunshine, your best friend. He was the only one who could make you happy no matter what. However, though he knew the happiness you brought to him, he didn’t know all the love you’d give him if you could. Sure, you and Liam loved each other, but you felt more for him than he felt for you. You were head over heels for Liam; not that he’d ever realize. “Do you want a cupcake? Sophia baked some cupcakes for me.” Liam offered as you were lying on his couch in sweats. You cringed at the sound of her name. It was she who stood between you and Liam. She may have been Liam’s dream, but she was definitely your nightmare. It wasn’t just that she had Liam, it was that she was so rude to everyone, you especially. “See, Sophia does have a heart” Liam said, referring to the cupcakes she made for him. “Oh Liam I know she has a heart, it’s just black and cold” you retorted. “(Y/N) I don’t know why you don’t like her, she’s nice.” he said. “Yeah, so nice that she can’t go a day without insulting me” you said sarcastically. “She’s just insecure” he told you. You rolled your eyes, of course she plays innocent with him. It was the words that Liam said next that made your heartbreak, “Why can’t you just be happy for me (Y/N).” “I can’t be happy until you’re with someone who actually deserves you… I-I love you Liam and I need you to get that she will never love you as much-” you started, but stopped mid sentence as you knew it was no use. “(Y/N)… You can’t. You can’t love me, I’m with Sophia” he said softly. “I know that dummy…I just…when she breaks your heart don’t tell me I never warned you. She doesn’t love you like you might think she does.” You said. “So do you want a cupcake or not” Liam said bitterly, trying to change the subject. “No that’s okay, she probably poisoned them.” You muttered, crossing your arms and turning your attention back to the TV.
Louis:
"I love you." They were three words that you threw around way to often. You told it to all your friends, sometimes for no reason. You even said it to people who you were just meeting. They would say something funny and through your laughter you’d say, "Oh my God I love you". You threw around the words "I hate you" too. You’d been told this was a bad habit, but it was one that was hard to break. Your best friend would accidentally knock over her glass of ice water, most of it spilling onto you. "(Y/F/N) that’s fucking freezing!" You’d say, as the ice cubes melted through your dark wash jeans. Your friend would try to apologize but shouldn’t get the words out while she was laughing. "Oh my God. I hate you (Y/F/N)" you’d say, you laughing too. But this time when you said the words "I love you" you didn’t really think about who you were saying it too. Because it wasn’t your best friend who you had known for over ten years, it was Louis…who you had only know for three months. His eyes widened as the words left your lips. "Oh shit I’m sorry, I do that sometimes…I say things with out thinking about it….this is so awkward. I take it back…wait not that I won’t ever love you just right now I don’t really…ugh I’m sorry" you rambled, very embarrassed. "It’s okay (Y/N), you’re adorable. Now when we decide we want to say it for real, it won’t be as scary" he laughed, before kissing your forehead.
Zayn:
You were a bad friend, that much you knew. You’d known Zayn for what felt like forever and there were time when he liked you but you didn’t like him back, times when you liked him but he didn’t like you back, times when neither of you liked each other, and times when you both liked each other, though you never told each other. No matter what, Zayn was always there and there was always some kind of unspoken conflict regarding who liked who. It was rather childish, honestly, yet it had always been this way. But today, in this instant, you had decided you loved Zayn and he needed to know. "I’m coming overrr" you texted him. "Okay :)" he replied. You arrived his house, which smelt of vanilla and cinnamon, and he hugged you hello. “Hey Z, can I just tell you something…I need to say just to get it out of my system.” You told him. He nodded, with a look on his face that made him look slightly puzzled. “I love you Zayn.” you started, the words coming easier than you expected. “And I know that we’ve had our ups and downs, but I really do love you…” you said. You watched as his eyes lit up slightly, but then within milliseconds the light in his eyes was gone. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted you to say that (Y/N)… but it’s always back and forth. I like you, then you like me, then you don’t like me. It’s really confusing (Y/N). I hate not being sure how you feel-” “I’m telling you right now that I do love you Zayn” you inturrupted. Zayn sighed. “Please don’t say those words to me, I took me this long to get over you and accept the fact that we would never actually be together…” he said. Silent tears were now falling from your eyes. “We can be together Zayn” “But how do I know you won’t feel differently towards me in a week!” he said. “I can promise you I won’t!” “I’m sorry (Y/N) I don’t want to take that risk.” He said, making your heart sink.
