Harry- he came home drunk - again. You pulled the covers down so you could peek out at the currently stumbling Harry. He
tried being quiet, but after knocking a picture frame of you and your recently passed cousin. You sat up, the covers
crumbling by you. "Oh (y/n)," Harry slurred, pulling his shirt off. For the first time it didn't get to you. "I didn't
see you there, I thought you were asleep!" He burped, and pulled joggers up his legs. He climbed into the bed, and kissed
your cheek. "Harry." You groaned, and turned fully to him. He already had his eyes closed. "Harry," you repeated. He sighed
and turned knowing you were upset and angry. "You can't be doing this to me, Harry. Do you know what I did all night?" He
starred at you, not bothering to answer. "I waited, and waited, and waited for you. Thats all I did. I waited." He blinked.
"I had no idea where you went," you explained angrily. "I had to fucking text Niall to find out my boyfriend went to the
bar - again." He opened his mouth, and closed it. "I can't Harry. I can't do this anymore." You shrugged your shoulders
defiantly. "You know fucking what," he said rising to his feet. You jumped at his sudden loud voice. His eyes were turned
a darker color, and his brows were furrowed together. "This is fucking ridiculous," he slammed his hands down. Suddenly,
you had a flicker; a memory flash. His/her hand came slamming down into you. No matter what you said stopped them. Back to
reality, you hid under the covers, fully covering your body, hushing your cries.
Liam- "God damnit!" Liam yelled at the screen. You were behind the television, but it seemed like her was yelling at you.
"Fucking shit!" You slowly walked out, in front of the television, which was the only way to get out of the kitchen.
"(y/n) move out of the way!" You froze accidently, stopping in the middle of the screen. You fell to your knees, and
curled into a fatal position on the floorboards. You gripped your shirt in your palm, and opened your eyes to see Liam
at the floor next to you, holding you. He was quietly singing to you, and eventually you uncurled your body, curling it
into Liam, himself laying on the floor next to you. The moment Zayn came out for a visit and noticed you two holding each
other on the floor, he thought to himself - twitta.
Louis- "Fucking christ, (y/n)," Louis said holding his pink shirt. "You fucking mixed red with the whites?" His face was
red and angry. You pulled your elbows into your body and frowned. "I'm sorry," you said inaudibly. "What the fuck?! I have
to wear this, ya know!" He groaned, and walked into the bedroom, while you ran to the small spot in the cabinet that was
open. Soon enough you heard an innocent, "(y/n)? (Y/n)? Where did you go? I didn't mean it, love. I'm sorry, babe." He walked
by the cabinet, and as a premonition, he opened it, peeking into it. "(y/n)? Come out, love, I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry."
He hugged you, and carried you bridal to the bedroom where the laid you down, and laid next to you, holding your body,
not letting you up.
Niall- "Well I hope they don't win," you said with your tongue out to Niall who was so excited for the derby. You laughed and
continued cooking. Niall went back to watch the game. You immediatley wanted to take back what you said since Niall was the
type of boy who believed in jinx. You prayed they would win, but it didn't help. As you were marinating the chicken Niall
burst into the kitchen with an angry, but faux look on his face, huffing, "You did some fucking witch voodoo didn't you?
They fucking lost! I had a fucking bet on it too!" He turned around, but noticed you forgetting the chicken and sprinting
into the closet at the end of the hall. After looking in each doorway in the hallway, he got to the closet, and knew you
were there. (y/n), I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I love you babe, and it's ok. Winning and losing is the same thing," he said
trying to comfort you. Slowly you made your way out of the closet, but later that night he showed you how much he loved you (;
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Zayn- "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!" you heard Zayn scream. You looked down from the ceiling to a sweaty Zayn. He had a
weird look on his face. He pulled you under him, and you thought maybe he was topping now. He pulled out of you, and began
pumping himself. "I'll do it myself," he muttered angrily. You had been getting quite rough, but you thought he enjoyed it like that.
When he said that, he gave you a flashback to when you were young, and you spilled extra sugar. Your mother went to punish you, but
your dad/step dad said, "I'll do it myself," pulling his belt off. You cried out, and ran, despite being stark naked, to under the
couch. You wrapped a blanket around your cold, shivering, scared body. Zayn had his boxers on as he walked around looking for you
but when he found you, all he did was lay next to your on the floor. You were crying, and Zayn forgot all about you being sensitive.
"I'm sorry babe," he said with a frown. "I was just really sensitive today. It felt good, but it kind of hurt." You nodded, still crying.
"C'mere." You slid out into Zayn, wrapping the towel around his body as well. When Niall came over the next day, he sat on the couch and
didn't notice you til Zayn snored, waking you up. Niall screamed like a girl, but began laughing.
