Harry: "Babe, I'm home," Harry calls out, shouldering his way through the door with his arms full of two large grocery bags. He uses his boot clad foot to kick the door to the garage shut behind him before he ventures further into the home he'd recently purchased. He passes through the mud room into the white kitchen where he sets the bags down on the quartz counter top you'd picked out while he glances around the open floor plan to see if he can locate you. "Babe... hello," he calls out louder, grabbing things out of the bags to start putting them in their proper place while waiting for a response. After he's done, Harry leans against the island in front of him while he looks through the open floor plan of his farmhouse but he can't spot you on the first floor. He notices that the barnyard doors he'd installed at the front corner of the house to make a make-shift office are slightly opened so he makes his way there. Pushing the door open, he finds you at the desk. There are several open books on the large desk, passages highlighted in pink and yellow. There's a notebook and note cards at your side but you're sound asleep, slumped against the desk top. Harry ventures closer, careful not to step on the one floor board that squeaks, to investigate what you've surrounded yourself with. He reads the book titles to himself and then suddenly feels like an ass for not realizing that it's exam week at your university. He's been so bogged down with band stuff he'd forgotten about your final week of exams. The last exam week you'd ever have. Your graduation was next weekend, something Harry could never forget even if he tried. He's been preparing for your graduation for years now, too proud at your accomplishments that he feels far outweigh his own. Being a college graduate meant more than being a pop star in his eyes. He'd been on this collegiate journey with you from the beginning. He'd been there for every exam, every failed test (which were rare), every meltdown, and every research paper. He'd been there for internships and inappropriate lab partners. Harry had never been more proud of someone in his life than when you'd gotten a job offer at the London Museum as the display coordinator. For once, you'd be the one traveling the world for work and Harry would gladly follow you anywhere and look at any ancient artifact as long as you continued to have him. This had been your most challenging year with your senior thesis class but Harry had offered all the help he could provide. He'd even taken you to Moscow over Christmas break in preparation for your class on Russian history during World War II. From the looks of it, you're in the midst of writing your senior research paper on the lack of gender equality in the armed forces of a war-torn Russia during World War II. Reaching over your slumped form, Harry signs in to your laptop to ensure that your work is saved before he slides the desk chair out far enough for him to lift you from the seat. You mumble incoherently about aviation regiments while Harry cradles you to his chest and shushes you. He makes his way up the stairs to the master bedroom, intent to put you bed for a few hours rest before he allows you to continue the final draft of your final paper. "I have to finish my paper," you mumble tiredly even as you snuggle deeper into the soft white sheets. "Later, take a nap and rest for now. I'll wake you in a few hours love, promise," Harry assures you quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you surrender to his suggestion. Several hours later, Harry sits across from you on the sectional as he edits your paper. He's always known you were smart but as he reads over your research paper analyzing the lack of equality among the sexes in the Russian army, Harry finds himself once again astounded by your knowledge on the subject. He edits out the few grammatical errors you'd made and he's rewarded with a home cooked meal later that night.

Liam: "Could you take me to my exam today? I need the extra time to study," you question, looking up from the laptop in front of you towards your boyfriend. Liam pauses the show he's been watching to turn towards you, sitting sideways on the couch to look across the room to where you sit at the dining room table. "Yeah... what time do we need to leave?" Liam asks and you bite your lip, glancing to his favorite show and then back to him. "Two hours... 1:30, the exam starts at 2:30," you explain, watching as Liam glances back to the TV and then down to his watch. The DVR is full of the latest episodes of 24 and Liam has been most looking forward to catching up on his favorite show during his limited down time between tour dates. "You know what, it's fine Liam. Honest, I could use the time to relax for a moment," you rush with a bright, reassuring smile. "If you're sure then," Liam responds, turning back towards the TV and presses play. You were somewhat shocked at his response, half expecting him to fight you on the issue until you caved. But, Liam has done some growing since you'd first started dating. He wasn't so quick to need or want to please you and was more than content with allowing you to do things for yourself. He had backed off considerably since two years ago, happy to let you go through life on your own terms without him crowding you. Allowing a moment to reflect on the man across the room, you return to your studies. Your ancient Roman history exam is fast approaching and while you're more than confident that you know the material, keeping all the gods and goddess straight had proved to be somewhat difficult. "I've got to step out for a bit love, band business has apparently come up. Good luck on your exam, yeah?" Liam says, leaning across the table to press a kiss to your lips before he leaves through the garage door. You liked the new Liam, honest, but you missed his old ways. Exam week was always difficult and you always ended up more than incredibly stressed. You continue on and drive yourself to campus all the while going over a few last minute difficult gods out loud before parking. As you make your way through the crowded pathway and awnings, you hear a soft murmur going through the students. You're mostly tuning them out but you catch pieces of their gossiping and apparently there's something "unbelievable," up ahead. "Li?" You say aloud, pulling an ear bud out when you spot Liam leaning against the stone wall outside your exam location. "I should've driven you," he states quietly, hands sliding around to the back of your neck while pressing his forehead down against yours. "I'm sorry love, I'm trying to back off and let you do you but... I like hovering, I like doing things for you," Liam admits, eyes closed and you are unsuccessful in biting back a smile. "Liam... I like you doing things for me as well, I just didn't realize how much until you didn't fight me on the matter of taking me to my exam," you offer, manicured fingernails scratching at the growing beard covering his jaw and he smiles sweetly at your words. "You'll do great love... no one knows this stuff more than you, don't second guess yourself," Liam reminds you, proving that he is indeed perfect and always knows what you need to hear in desperate times. "I love you Li... will you..," you start but Liam silences you with a kiss. "I'll be right here, waiting... always," Liam assures you, turning you towards the open doorway and gives you a gentle push. "Cheeky," you tease over your shoulder, giving him a playful smirk after he's given you a hard tap to the ass and he shrugs. "Good luck," he calls out once you've entered the classroom, chuckling at the blush burning your face as he takes a seat against the wall outside.

Niall: "So... how are you feeling?" Niall questions, leaning back on the white couch in his hotel room and you shrug through the wireless connection connecting you to him. "Not great... I feel like, I have no idea what's going to be on this exam and, I have to pass," you breathe out, brushing your side swept bangs behind your ear only for them to sweep back into your eyes a few seconds later. "I'm sure it'll be fine... you've aced the course up until now right?" Niall questions, cracking his aching neck as you lean back in his desk chair and shrug. "I failed that first exam... really, who cares about Benedict Arnold, he was a traitor?" You demand angrily, arms crossing across your chest and Niall chuckles. "No one babe," he assures you with a big smile, "but you'll do fine on this exam, colonial history is your thing," he adds a second later. "Yeah but... I can never keep the battles and their dates straight. Sure I know all about the Continental Army and all the Joseph Plum Martin's and the Royal Army... but, I can't remember when Lexington and Concord was and how close to Saratoga it was. Fuck, I can barely remember which battles America won, we lost basically all of them," you complain, dropping your head into your hands dramatically and Niall chuckles. "That's more than I know love... just remember, the war turned in America's favor in 1777 with Saratoga. Cornwallis surrendered his army at Yorktown on October 19, 1781, the war ended in the colonies that year and the Paris Peace Treaty was signed in 1784... see, that's all you need to know," Niall rattled off, continuing his play at FIFA unaware of the astonished look on your face thousands of miles away. "What?" He questioned, pausing his game when you'd burst into tears. "You actually listened... all those times I rattled off facts from classes and I thought you weren't even hearing me but, you listened. You heard," you cried, wiping tears from your cheeks and Niall gives an embarrassed smile. "It was interesting, I never knew all that stuff before you," he shrugged nonchalantly but you shook your head. "Niall... you're incredibly bright, even if you don't think so," you said with a proud smile, leaning forward in his seat wishing you could reach through the screen and wrap in your arms. "I wish I could be there to drive you," Niall finally spoke after several silent minutes just looking at one another. Giving him a shy smile, you shrugged while biting your lips. "I wouldn't be able to concentrate with you here. It's better this way," you assure him and Niall chucks an old pair of socks at the screen in mock anger. "I lie," you chuckle, holding your hands up in surrender but Niall continues to pout. "I miss you. I wish you were here too. To help, to distract me... I wouldn't care," you say with an air of finality and Niall gives you a happy smile. "I'll be thinking of you, good luck," Niall says, signing off with an 'I love you,' and you return to the books in front of you. "You should check this out xxx," your best friend texts, an attachment at the end of the message that you click open on your way into your exam. "Girls... my lady is taking a Colonial History exam right now and she's really nervous even though she knows that stuff backwards and forwards. So, if you guys could let her know she's got this... I'd appreciate it," Niall speaks into the microphone in the video. The crowd of girls goes crazy and he smiles. "Y/N I love you babes, you're too smart for me but I wouldn't have it any other way! This is for you," Niall finishes, looking down to the guitar in his arms as he starts strumming a stripped down, acoustic version of What Makes You Beautiful. You may or may not have shed a few tears on your exam booklet.

Louis: "Not right now," you answer as another knock comes from the other side of the locked study door. "Babe you've been in there for hours, literally," Louis's muffled voice whines. "I'm not finished," you call out, hoping he will get the hint soon so that you could get back to concentrating on your twenty-page Paradise Lost inspired research paper. "How much longer?" He inquires, his tone almost annoyed. "Louis, this paper is my final! Get it? My final! It has to be perfect." Silence falls after that and you are left to continue writing. The emptiness of the house killed Louis. He hated exam week probably more than you did. Simply because it kept you away from him and his mind wouldn't let him stay concentrated long enough to let you go off to the study to finish up your semester work. He slowly walks away from the door even though all he wanted to do was sit beside you as you worked. That wasn't possible though. His hyperactive mind would never allow you enough time to actually write a paper worth turning in so he was kept out of the study and the door was locked to make sure he didn't find his way back in. It always felt drastic to you, but you knew that was the only way you would ever be able to concentrate. As he collapses on the couch for probably the fifteenth time since you had locked yourself away he sighs deeply, unsure of what to do to pass the time. "I don't know mate but I'm bored sick over here," he says over the phone once calling Niall became the only option he thought he had. "She's been in there since last night. I don't know why we have to be on break during exam week anyways, does none of us any good." "Why don't you surprise her with something?" Niall suggests. "Isn't this her last final before graduation?" "How do you know that?" Louis asks. "Everyone knows that, mate. All she could talk about when she came around was how the Milton paper was the very last thing she had to do before graduation." "Well what should I do?" Louis asks, knowing he wasn't always the best at on-the-spot surprises. "That new bakery just opened up down from you didn't it? I think I saw it the other day when I came over. Go there and get her some cupcakes or something." Niall's suggestion was doable. "Definitely taking all of the credit for that idea mate, thanks." Louis pauses at the door after grabbing his keys, unsure of whether or not to tell you that he was stepping out. He decides to leave you be and heads out to the newly opened bakery. It's not long after Louis leaves that you finish the paper and email it to your professor with infinite relief. "Finished!" You shout excitedly as you step out of the study for the first time in almost twenty-four hours. "Louis?" You call out, once silence was the only thing returning your celebration. You make your way downstairs and look out the window to find that Louis had left while you were working. Sadness comes over you. You walk over to the couch he had been sitting on only a half hour ago. Laying down on the plush cushions, you turn the television on, hoping something was on to occupy your mind since your boyfriend couldn't. Not long after finding something to watch Louis opens the door, startled to find you on the couch. "Oh. You're finished?" You nod annoyed, keeping your eyes on the television screen. "Well that kind of ruins my plan," he says to himself, but loud enough for you to catch on. You turn your head to notice his arms full of flowers, balloons, and a large white box. A smile spreads across your face and you get up from the couch to help. "Are these for me?" You ask, taking the extravagant bouquet from his grasp. "Well who else would they be for?" He questions before pressing a kiss to your lips. "Congratulations, babe."

Zayn: "Shape of the deltoid?" He asks, looking down at the questions you had emailed to him, his face pixelating on the screen. "Triangular," you answer. "Trapezius?" "Trapezoid." "Serratus?" "Saw-toothed." "Very good, now which direction do the rectus muscle fibers go?" "Parallel?" You question, unsure of your answer. "Yes, see, you've got this babe. I don't know why you're so worried." "There's just so much information." You say, looking at the clock. "We've been at this for four hours Zayn, are you sure you don't need to go to sleep?" You question, not sure of exactly what time it was where he was at. "I'm fine babe. I've never missed a final study session and being in Melbourne isn't going to stop me. Now, which direction are the transverse muscle fibers?" He continues, getting you back on topic. "Perpendicular." The two of you go back and forth for the next few hours until it's time for you to leave for your exam and he's left with just enough time to sleep to make it through another show. "Listen, you've got this. You've just spent the last six hours proving it." You nod and he smiles. "I wish I could kiss you," you tell him, your tone longing for his presence beyond the computer screen. "I know babe. I'll be home soon and then we can go out and celebrate you passing this Anatomy final." "Deal," you agree, a smile stretching across your face. "Now go and kill that thing. I love you." "I love you too," you say before shutting down the computer and heading off to class for the final time. "How'd it go?" He asks over the phone. He had called you almost exactly after the two hour test limit was up. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" You question with a laugh. "I should, yes, but I had to wake up again to call you to find out how it went." You can't help but admire his caring personality. "Well I won't know for sure until tomorrow, but I felt really good about it. I knew about everything on the test, so hopefully I chose the right answers." "I'm so proud of you," he remarks, not commenting on you questioning yourself. "I can't wait to get home to celebrate summer break with you," he continues, excitedly, more energetic than he should be with the time difference between the two of you. "Why don't you go back to sleep and I will call you when I get the results in?" You suggest, wanting him to get as much rest as possible after sitting up with you for six hours after finishing a three hour show. "As soon as you know, okay?" He makes you promise. "Yes, of course, as soon as I know." "I love you," you say, meaning every word. "I love you too." Silence falls over the line, with neither one of you wanting to hang up. "I'm so proud of you babe," he ends with, hanging up the phone to go back to sleep. "Yes!!" He says sleepily after you call him as soon as your results were in as promised. You hated waking him up, knowing this was the second time this particular sleep of his had been interrupted. However, you knew that if you didn't call him as soon as you knew you had passed your Anatomy exam he would have been very upset. "I knew you could do it babe," he says, yawning directly after his statement. You can't help but chuckle at his persistence. "Go back to sleep babe, this time for real." "Will do," he says, letting silence fill his end of this line.