Harry: ”Stop staring and just tell him,” Louis whispers the moment Harry leaves the room. You were backstage at Wembley since the show had ended almost half an hour ago; so now you had to wait for all of the fans to leave so you all could leave as well. “Tell him what?” you ask, averting your eyes from the door to Louis. “Don’t play dumb with me, (Y/N),” he rolls his eyes, gesturing towards the door. “Everyone knows that you like him. Well, everyone except for Harry himself.” “I can’t, Lou,” you shrug, fiddling with your phone in order to avoid his gaze. “We’re best friends. What if he doesn’t like me back? Scratch that, he doesn’t like me back. I’m not going to ruin what we already have.”
Liam: ”The first time I saw you was when you were moving into your dorm,” Liam remarks, looking down at his coffee sheepishly. “You had on that Iron Man shirt and you were struggling to carry two boxes while your family unpacked everything else.” “You remember all of that?” you ask, shocked that he was able to remember all the way to August. “I can barely remember what I had for dinner last night.” He simply shrugged, looking up at you with a small smile. “You caught my eye since day one. And I always tried to get you to notice me; tapping my pen on my desk, kicking your chair… So I guess you’re not the only one that’s invisible.”
Louis: Louis’s friends burst out into laughter as his head tilted to the side, staring at you in confusion. “You know what? Never mind, I’ll just ask someone else,” you mumble, quickly turning around and walking away from the group of boys quickly. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you scold yourself, holding your hands to your cheeks to hide your blush. “Wait!” Louis calls out, running up in front of you. “I need to get to class,” you remark monotonously, going around him to get to your class. “I’m sorry!” he calls out, standing there helplessly. “Good to know,” you mumble.
Niall: During the entire gym period, you did your best to stay out of Niall’s way and avoid talking to him; which didn’t exactly work since you were partners. And after that class was done, you immediately rushed out, not even turning around when you heard your name called because you knew that it would be Niall. But then the next day, you opened your locker and there was a bouquet of roses. And then the next day, there was chocolate. And then a teddy bear. But then nothing. You were a bit disappointed but when you closed your locker, Niall was standing there. “Forgive me yet?”
Zayn: ”I’m the same way sometimes,” Zayn says after a couple minutes of silence. “I like to be by myself, do my own thing, not talk; it’s not a bad thing.” “I don’t need a superpower to be invisible,” you mumble, not exactly sure why you had said that. “You should become a spy then,” he remarks, trying to lighten up the mood. “Work for MI6 or something like that. That would be so cool.” “I’m not sure if I’m cut out for that,” you laugh. “I can barely do a push-up.” “Then that means we need to start training you.”
