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he's worried about you (another version)

Harry: He watched you softly and sighed out, resting his chin in his hand. You worked on dinner, insisting that you didn't need help. "I worry about you, you know?" he mentioned randomly and you turned to look over your shoulder at him. "Why?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "I dunno," he shrugged. "I just do. You work really hard, I just wish you would take a break." "I like to keep busy," you shrugged in return, turning to face him with two plates in your hands. He smiled softly at you and took a deep breath. "Thank you babe." You nodded your head softly and came around to sit next to him at the island. Eating in silence, he put his fork down for a minute and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your temple gently. You stopped for a moment and leaned into him, putting your hands over his arms. "Just tell me if you need anything okay?" You nodded your head and kissed his forearm. "Eat your dinner."

Liam: (His P.O.V.) He had his concerns, but knowing you, he put them to rest, knowing for the most part that if anything was bothering you that you would let him know. Things had been different lately though. She seemed a lot more closed off, and the only answers I would ever get when I asked if she was okay was "I'm fine," or "yeah, I'm good, just tired." I had accepted them up until now. "(Y/N), you doing okay?" I asked like usual and she nodded her head. "Yeah, I'm good." Usual answer. "Really?" I continued and she looked at me nodding her head. "Yes?" I raised my eyebrow and shook my head. "I dunno what's going on, but I do know there's something you're not telling me. I'm worried about you, I feel shut out..." I explained. "I just want to be able to help babe." She looked at me for a moment and shook her head slightly. "Let me finish up and we'll talk okay?" "Okay babe. Thank you..."

Niall: "I'm allowed to be worried about you (Y/N)..." he murmured out and you frowned. "I don't want you to worry about me Niall, that doesn't make me feel good," you explained. "Well it's not like I worry about you all the time babe, I know you know what you're doing, but there are times where I am allowed to be worried about you and take care of you, you know? You do the same for me. I just wanna take care of you, even if it's just for a couple hours of down time." Niall gave you a small smile and you bit your lip softly. "Everyone needs a break..." he finished and unfolded his arms. You sighed out and nodded your head softly. "I'm tired..." you murmured and shrugged your shoulders. "I know, I can see it in your eyes." You let him walk over to you and put his arms around your shoulders. "We'll go have nap, let you rest for a bit..." You nodded your head softly and rested your hands on his waist. "Yes please..."

Louis: (His P.O.V.) She hadn't been eating much, sleeping a lot more than usual and barely giving me the time of day. Yes, I was worried, but it was on the line of being more than just worry. I heard her trudging downstairs and immediately my attention was on her. "(Y/N), come here," I stated, not really giving her an option. She walked into the kitchen with a blanket around her shoulders. "I need you to talk to me. It's been a week, you haven't eaten much, you sleep all day, and I'm beyond worried. What's going on?" For a moment she looked at me with a blank stare. Something in her cracked and she just burst into tears. I rushed over to her and sighed out softly, wrapping my arms around her tightly. "Something's going on sweetie, what's going on?" She cried softly into my shoulder and shook her head. "Take your time babe, it's okay..." I assured and rubbed her back gently, tugging the blanket around you. "Just take a breath for me."

Zayn: "Zayn I said I was okay, okay?" you breathed out, pinching the bridge of your nose. "And I said I was worried about you. I know something is up (Y/N), you snap at me for pretty much anything, so..." I raised my eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes. "See what I mean?" "Jesus Zayn..." she huffed and moved out of the kitchen. I wasn't letting up that easy. "Seriously! Stop walking away from me," I demanded, getting frustrated. "What is going on with you?!" She stopped and turned around to face me. "Why can't you respect that I don't want to talk to you about it?" she asked, widening her eyes. "Why can't you just leave me alone? I'll talk to you when I talk to you." I let out a defeated sigh and threw my hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay," I murmured, talking a step back. "I'm sorry..." she murmured out and I shook my head, taking a breath. "When you're ready to talk, I'm here. Just remember that."