Harry: His phone hadn't stopped ringing all day. You weren't sure who was calling him, but whomever it was, they were persistent. He had only been back home for a few days and had spent every hour of it with you. You didn't feel bad. Why would you? He would be off again this weekend, so you wanted to get in all the time you could with him. You hear him coming down the stairs; his voice was low, but he was obviously talking to someone. Surely it was the person who had been trying to get in contact with him all day. He steps into the office, shutting the door behind him, and your curiosity begins to grow. Who was he talking to that he felt the need to keep the conversation so private? You get up from the couch and walk over to the stairs. You could hear him more clearly by sitting here. "Not tonight, Grimm, I can't," you hear him say. "I'm staying home tonight." "Because I want to spend time with her." "I know I have, but that doesn't mean I don't want to continue." "You and Alexa will have a great time without me, I'm sure." "She didn't say that; she wouldn't." You weren't exactly sure how the other half of this conversation was going but from what you could hear, he was trying his best not to argue with one of his closest friends. "She isn't getting in the way, and you can tell Alexa that as well," he says, his voice slightly raised. Oh. This conversation was fully on you. You had brought this on. You knew Harry had been spending a lot more time with you on these days off, more than he usually would, but you didn't question it. You loved having him around. Sure he had friends out there that wanted him to visit; you assumed that's why Grimmy had called him. You didn't want to bring it up though, why he wasn't going out, that is. He was home though, and that's all that mattered to you. You get up from your spot on the bottom step to return to the couch. He didn't need to know you had heard his conversation. You turn the television up a little louder to help out your cause and bring the bowl of popcorn back onto your lap. When he does come out of the office he seems frustrated. "Everything, okay?" You question as he walks over. You didn't bother asking any more about the conversation. He nods, running his fingers through his hair to push it away from his face. You left it at that. Yes, his friends had upset him with what they had said about you. And even though you hadn't been able to hear exactly what was said, it didn't matter. He was here with you, coming to sit beside you on the couch, propping his feet up, with no hint that he would rather be anywhere else but with you.

Liam: You knew exactly what she was doing. The two of you had been down this road before. "Are you seeing this?" She sent, along with a photoshopped picture of Liam and another girl. "Who even is she?" She continued with her message. What you didn't understand though, was why. She is supposed to be your friend. She is supposed to support you and your relationship. Liam had never done anything to her or you to give her reason to go against him like she had been doing for the last month. She had been buying into the rumors for a while now, and it confused you greatly. You had moved in with him a month ago, but you hadn't been giving her any less attention. She was excited even when you told her the news about the move, or at least you thought she was. "Those aren't real," you reply back, just as you had with every other edited picture she had found from Tumblr to send you this week. "I'm not sure about that, there are a few different ones, and they're everywhere." You roll your eyes. What was she even on about? The media had made a pretty big deal of you moving in with Liam and yes, they tended to follow you around more now which meant your pictures were in the magazines more. But is that it? Is that why she's acting like this? Is she jealous of the attention you were getting? The questions mulled around your mind as you thought about what to say back. You didn't really want to call her out on her constantly bashing your boyfriend even though that wasn't fair to him. You really wanted this to stop though. "They aren't real. None of them. You know he would never do that." You could have been stricter with your words but the last thing you wanted to do was fight. "No, I don't." You sigh, this was hopeless. You put your phone down, not wanting to deal with her and the nonsense she was trying to feed you.

Niall: You hadn't responded. It was just a ridiculous rumor, why would you? However, everyone seemed to be buying into it. It was your ex-boyfriend. He had been online running his mouth. Saying you were only with Niall for the fame, which of course was not the case. When you first got word of what he had said you couldn't help but laugh; what a horrible way of trying to get back at your ex. Starting silly rumors never got anyone anywhere. But as the days went on the fans began to believe the story. They would find supposed "proof" of you using Niall to become more significant in the public eye, which in your mind seemed to be very insignificant. "They just need something to back up the story," Niall had told you. But why? Why did they need that? You had been around long enough, or at least you thought you had, for them to trust you. You had worked so hard to strengthen your relationship with the fans, and in the span of a few days it was all gone. You didn't want to respond though, you had nothing to say. Yes, you could defend yourself, but you had never been one to let rumors get you worked up. As long as Niall didn't believe all of the "evidence" the fans were putting together, no one else really mattered. Their hateful words hurt, however. You weren't getting very many positive tweets and messages these days, so much so that you had deleted Twitter and Instagram from your phone. The negativity had to go. They were brutal. You had never been on the receiving end of this much hate before. You had endured it at the beginning of your relationship. You knew it would be a hard road starting a relationship with him; he had always been the single one. It was what the fans were used to. Once the fans had finally accepted that you were around for the long haul, nearly a year later, you thought the chaos had stopped. You could enjoy social media, you could talk to the fans and interact like you had wanted to do in the first place. But again, that was all gone. Simply because your past had to return with a really good lie. One you thought for sure now the fans had been waiting on; any excuse to get you to leave.

Louis: You didn't know, but she was listening in on the conversation you were having with her mom. You were visiting for the weekend while Louis was out of the country, and for some reason you and Jay had become a whole lot closer during your time here. "I'm thinking a bold eye," you suggest, looking into the mirror to decide on what makeup you were going to do for tonight. You and Jay were going out for dinner and to the theatre tonight, and you had yet to figure out your look. "I think that would be great," she comments as she joins you by the vanity. You had taken over Lottie's room during your visit; Jay always making her share a room with one of her other sisters when you were around. You look at the array of makeup in front of you, some was yours and some was Lottie's. "This works really well," Jay suggests, handing you a tube of her daughter's mascara. "I mean I don't know what kind you use, but Lottie loves it. Just don't use too much, you'll get the spider eyes," she jokes and you can't help but laugh. "That would be the Lottie look, and I think she's got that one reserved for herself." You laugh along with Jay as she harmlessly teases her daughter, not even realizing Lottie had come into the room. "Oh, hey love, when did you get home?" Jay asks, sitting down on the stool beside the vanity. "A few minutes ago," she replies, attitude in her tone. "What's the matter?" Jay continues. "Oh, I don't know, possibly the fact that my mum and brother's girlfriend are in my room making fun of me." Your eyes grow wide, surely she wasn't taking your jokes to heart. "We meant no harm by that Lot, come on, you know us better than that." "I know you, but not her." Her glare was serious. "Isn't it about time for you to go home anyways? And I'm not talking about back to my brother's house." "Lottie!" Jay scolds. "What? I'm really sick of her always being around here when Louis is gone. Why can't she find somewhere else to stalk?" "Lottie that is enough! She is just trying to help us out." "We don't need any help, mum!" You have no idea what to do. You were the subject of this conversation, yet you were sure that speaking your mind right now would only make things worse. You hadn't realized you were annoying Lottie with your visits, everyone else in the house seemed excited when you would show up. You keep your mouth closed, and Jay gets up to pull Lottie out in to the hallway for a private chat. You exhale once they leave; the tension in the room getting to you.

Zayn: He hadn't been home in a while, and you knew she wasn't happy about that, his mom that is. He had been in the UK for three weeks now, the longest break he had had in a long time, yet he still hadn't managed to get back home to see his family. It wasn't that he didn't want to; he just liked the feeling of being home and being with you. She would call him every day to ask when he was going to come and visit, telling him his sisters missed him quite a lot, hoping that would give him more motivation. "I can't today, mum. I've got a meeting today." Something along those lines was his usual excuse. There were no meetings though. Well sometimes there were, but most of the time he was just giving her a reason for his absence that didn't involve you. She knew he was most likely lying. She was well aware of the fact that ever since you came around he'd been making less and less trips up to see her. It wasn't something you did on purpose, you would never tell him to stay away from his family. He liked being in his own home on his time off, and that's it. It really had nothing to do with you. You wouldn't be able to convince his mother of that though, no one would. The conversation today was a bit more intense than usual. You could hear their conversation as you sit on the couch while Zayn took the call in the kitchen. "I will get up there mum, please stop asking me." He was trying his best not to argue with her. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He just wanted her to lay off the questioning; after all she did call him every day. "She has nothing to do with this. If I wanted to come up there I would; this isn't about her." "It's only about her because you're making it about her, and that isn't fair. She hasn't done anything to you." "She's not keeping me from you!" His voice was raised now. The arguing had commenced. "What?! Did you really just say that?" You had no idea what she had just said, but whatever it was Zayn was furious now. "If you can't respect my relationship, then what makes you think I'm going to come up to see you?" Oh. She was going for the low blow now. He was silent for a few moments, you assumed she was going on some sort of rant. He sighs loudly before finally speaking. "Mum, please, I will come visit this weekend, just leave her out of this." He had given into her only because she had broken him down and he didn't want her bringing you into the argument any further. "Yeah, whatever," he says defeated as he hangs up the phone.