Harry: You hear Eleanor shouting, the sound alone alerting you that something is wrong. Harry watches as you stand and make your way through the house party, following her voice to the backyard. Eleanor is in a heated argument with a girl that vaguely looks familiar, trying to out shout one another to get their point across. Eleanor stumbles back into you when the girl punches her, pushing forward to strike back. You stay out of it for the most part, only launching your own attack when another girl tries to step in. When Harry and Louis step onto the back porch, they're shocked to see you and Eleanor engaged in battle with two other girls. "You bitch" you scream, curling your fingers in the girls hair and yank her down so you can rain right hooks on her face. Harry struggles to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting your upwards and away as you kick your feet. "Let me down" you demand, trying to surge forwards but his grip is tight. "Calm down" he demands, trying to push you back into the house with an equally feisty Eleanor and away from the fight.

Liam: Things turn sour quickly at Jay's wedding. What was supposed to be a happy occasion had turned into World War 3 when Danielle cornered you in the bathroom. You block out a majority of what she's saying, touching up your smeared lipstick from Liam's passionate kisses during the reception. "He's just using you" she sneers, watching as you push your hair over your shoulder and she hisses. "What's that?" she demands, wrenching your hand around to glare at the sparkling band on your wedding finger. "Let me go" you demand, trying to wrench your hand from her grip but she tugs you forward and slaps you. You've had enough at that point, pushing her backwards into the bathroom stall. She grips your hair and tugs you backwards, punching you in the jaw and you retaliate. "What the fuck?" Liam questions, pushing into the bathroom after hearing the shouts. He tries to separate the two of you while dodging punches. "Go, let's go" Liam demands, wrapping you in his arms when you try to launch back at Danielle. He struggles with pushing your body from the bathroom and eventually just picks you up and carries you away.

Niall: Niall watches as the situation between you and your ex-roommate escalates. You're both shouting at this point, trying to talk over the other until you're past the point of frustrated. He raised an eyebrow when you punch the girl, mid sentence. She launches her own counter strike, fist connecting with your cheek until you're both sharing punches. He contemplates interfering but you seem to be holding your own, fingers laced in her hair preventing her from trying to escape as you punch her. After a minute or two, he decides it's time to interfere and he stands, placing himself between you and the other girl. "Time to go" he shouts over the music, clasping your hands at your sides while pushing you backwards. "Fuck you" you shout back to the girl, struggling against Niall's iron grip. "Let me down" you shout, banging on Niall's back when he finally tosses you over his shoulder.

Louis: "Excuse me?" He hears you say, the amount of attitude in just those two words told him to keep an eye on you. "What did you just say?" You ask the curly haired blonde that had been around for more days than you could handle. "I just said you could possibly act classier since they're rehearsing and you're being really loud," she explains. You stand in front of her, eye brows raised halfway up your forehead not exactly sure how to respond. You chuckle a bit to try a let out the anger that was forming inside of you. "Classier? You're going to bring up class with me? YOU?" You say raising your voice. "What does that mean?" She asks annoyed. "What it means princess is that you just had a boyfriend what, two weeks ago? One that was not a part of this group. Now, for some strange reason, you think you can just come in here and still expect everyone to like you? News flash..whore..the fans are not the only ones that don't like you," you point out. It's then that she reaches out to what you assume was to pull your hair or slap you. You block her extended arm with your left hand, allowing your right hand to throw a very impressive fist across her porcelain face. "Don't you ever think you to come at me like that," you tell her as she holds her face, with her free hand, your tight grip still on the other. "Alright, that's enough. One punch is all you're allowed," Louis says with a smile as he wraps his arm around your waist. "Dumb bitch," you say as he walks you back to the sound booth.

Zayn: "Slut," you hear softly as you stand by the window during a private meet and greet. "Say that again?" You say walking over to a fan that looked much older than all of the rest in line. "Go ahead, say it to my face." Your loud tone had gotten the attention of the boys at the front of the line as well as the security. "Stay back for now," Zayn told Paul, knowing you were usually good at keeping calm in situations like this. "I called you a slut," the girl said with everyone around her stepping away, not exactly sure of how you were going to respond. "And why is that?" You ask calmly. "We all see the pictures of you all over the rest of the boys. I mean you're barely even with Zayn anymore," she says. "And that couldn't just be because we are all friends could it?" You ask trying to give the girl more chances to save herself. "No, it's because you're a slut." It's then that you realize you had been calm long enough. You take your open hand and grasp it around her throat, your other hand reaching around to grab a handful her of hair. "Call me a slut one more time bitch and I may just snap your neck," you threaten. "OKAY!!" Zayn shouts as he runs to your side. "Babe, let her go. She isn't worth it," he tells you. You give her your signature glare and throw her on the floor as you walk out of the room.