Harry: You bite your lip, keeping your eyes straight ahead of you as you fight the urge to answer your ringing phone in the empty passenger’s seat. You grip the steering wheel a little harder as you feel tears pricking at your eyes again. You don’t want to answer that phone, but you can only ignore it so much. You know exactly what will happen if you do answer that phone; you’ve been down this road before. You’ll crumble at the sound of Harry’s hoarse and desperate voice. The minute your name slips from his lips, you’ll forget it all and run right back to him again. You shake your head and blink away the tears, refusing to give in that easily. You stay stubborn like this until you reach a red stoplight, and as if on cue, your phone starts loudly ringing and jumping around in the seat again. The thing is just begging to be answered. You pick it up with the intention of turning it off, but you know you won’t get that far. “Wha-” You aren’t even able to manage one whole word before Harry is sobbing your ear. He says all the words you secretly want to hear. You can hear pain in his voice as he tries everything he knows to convince you to come home. His voice trembles with his words, and he’s struggling to keep his tears under control. Neither of you really know what you want from each other, but you both know that you want one more night together, whether it be right or wrong.
Liam: You angrily slam the door shut after you. You kick your shoes off and throw your things on the floor. You find a chair to collapse into and you fidget with your fingers in your lap as you blankly stare into the space around you. You’re lost; you don’t know what to do. You and Liam argue so little with each other, that when it actually does happen, you feel uncomfortable and out of place. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You find yourself rethinking the whole incident, trying to remember where it all fell apart. Just minutes later, you hear a heavy knock on your door. You throw your head back, letting a groan of frustration slip past your lips. But, you can’t say you weren’t expecting it. You know very well that if Liam wasn’t at your door, you’d be at his. You bring yourself to your feet and saunter over to the door, tugging it open to reveal Liam standing behind it with a sheepish grin on his face and a bouquet of roses is his hand. Your shoulders fall and you can’t help the tiny smile that tugs at your lips. “Liam,” You say, dropping your eyes to the floor. Liam sighs and says, “I know, I know. I just can’t stand it. I hate fighting with you, (Y/N).” You step aside, allowing space for him to enter. You softly close the door after him, and you stand in silence until he offers the flowers to you. “I, uh, I brought these for you,” He says. You take the bouquet and find a tag on them, and in Liam’s handwriting, it says, ‘Our love is like these roses. A little thorny but always sweet. Love, Liam’
Niall: The air is cold, and you fight the wind as you walk against it. If the wind wasn’t there to dry your tears, you’d be a crying mess. You keep your head down, watching your feet as you walk with determined steps. You don’t have any specific destination; you’re not headed for your own house, or a friend’s house, and you certainly aren’t going to one of the other boys. Niall would never let you hear the end of it if you did that. You’re just walking to walk; walking to get away, in a sense. You want the cold air to refresh you and wash all of your emotions away. You let out a shaky breath before making an attempt to clear your mind and turn your attention to something else. This proves to be unsuccessful, however, when you feel your phone frantically vibrating in your pocket. You stop in your spot as a wave of panic comes over you. You know it’s Niall and now you’re stuck in a position that you wanted to avoid. You bring your phone out of your pocket to see Niall’s smiling picture on the screen. You hesitantly answer the call, bringing your phone to your ear. “Where are you?” Niall’s cracked voice says through the phone and you glance around you. “I don’t know,” You admit, and then add, “What does it matter to you, anyway?” There is a short pause of silence before Niall steadily says, “It matters a hell of a lot to me. You’re still my girlfriend, and I still care about you. I want you to be safe and I know that the safest place for you is with me. Find out where you are so I can come get you.”
Louis: “Do you think I’m kidding, Louis? I am not kidding with you right now,” You spit as you grab the doorknob and pull it open, greeted by a gust of fresh air. Louis chuckles and shakes his head, standing with his arms crossed over his chest. “You don’t even care, do you? Why am I trying anymore? Honestly, do I even mean anything to you? I really thought we had something special, Louis, I really did,” You say, your voice sort of falling apart toward the end. You wipe at your eyes as you turn your back to him and walk through the open door, shutting it as loudly as you can. You march down the sidewalk, and it doesn’t even cross your mind that you have no clue where you’re going. All you know is that you want to get away from Louis. Just thinking about it feels strange. You’re so used to running toward Louis, and now you’re running awayfrom him. You walk angrily with your hands balled up into fists at your sides, and you don’t even make it to the end of the block before you hear Louis hurrying after you. “(Y/N),” He says, as he comes to a stop behind you. You pause in your spot, but you refuse to turn around and face him just yet. “(Y/N), you know none of that is true. I’m—I’m sorry that you’ve been feeling this way. I don’t want you to be mad at me, I never want that. Come on, let’s go back inside,” He tells you, and you turn to see him holding out his hand for you to take.
Zayn: “Get away from me!” You shriek as you wiggle yourself out of Zayn’s grip. You’re so angry with him; you don’t even want to be in his presence anymore. You grab your phone and your keys and you head for the door, with Zayn right behind you. “Where are you going?” He asks as you reach for the doorknob. You wrap your hand around the doorknob, but before you can turn it, Zayn’s hand is on top of yours, refusing to let you out. “Let go of me,” You hiss up at him, but he doesn’t budge. “Why would I do that?” He shoots back at you. You groan and tug your hand until it’s free from his grip, and before he can grab you, you manage to hurry out the door. Zayn doesn’t chase you to your car, but you aren’t expecting him to. In fact, you’re relieved that he used his common sense and just let you go. You slam the car to your door, and you quickly shove the key in the ignition. You’re able to drive all the way to your house, and then make it into your bedroom until you lose yourself. You collapse onto your bed, with your face stuffed in your pillow. You feel as if all you can do is cry, and it’s a horrible feeling. Hours pass and somewhere along the line, you fall asleep on your bed. When you wake up, you find countless texts from Zayn and a number of missed calls from him. You pick up your phone and let out a sigh before typing up a reply to him.
