Harry: The apartment is completely dark and silent when Harry gathers the strength to push the front door open. He ventures inside, bypassing the living room and down the hall before stopping in front of your bedroom. He pushes the door open, stepping inside the pitch-black room to see you curled beneath the covers. "Poppet, you can't stay in here forever," he says softly, moving towards the curtains with the intent of letting light into the room that probably hasn't light for weeks. "Don't," you croak, turning over with a groan when he yanks them open despite your protests. "You can't do this to yourself," he says, turning back to see the covers pulled over your head and he finds himself beyond irritated. "Get up," he demands while yanking the covers back, catching the gasp that threatens to escape at the sight of you curled amongst the sheets. Your face is pale and washed out, hair a matted mass of dirty curls piled atop your head. "Leave me alone," you cry, kicking him away when he tries to lift you from the bed and he realizes you haven't showered in lord knows how long. "Get it together," he demands, throwing you over his shoulder before moving towards the bathroom. "You try losing your twin then Harry and see if you tell me to get it together again!" You demand, tears rolling down your cheeks. "That worked a month ago when she died but you're being ridiculous! She's dead and I get that a part of you is missing but this is ridiculous! You smell like a sewer, look like a vampire and I'm tired of it! Life sucks, I know, but you can't stop living just because she did" He shouts, tossing you into the shower before yanking the handle around to turn on the water. "It's cold," you gasp, shivering as the cold-water pelts you while he pulls the hair band from your hair and he shrugs. "Too bad," he says, pulling you in front of him before yanking your clothes off. "Shower," he demands, leaving the bathroom to clean up your room and change the sheets. You consider defying him but he's right, you can't continue to be a mess just because your twin died so you obey his command. "I don't ever want to see you like that again," he mentions, making your bed when you appear in the doorway and you can do nothing but nod in agreement.

Liam: Liam wakes to you shifting against the mattress, opening tired eyes to spot you on your back. You huff, shifting again while stretching your legs out to try and find some relief to the pain in your back. His large hand reaches out, fingers pressing into the knots of your back and you sigh. "You alright love?" he questions, listening to you groan in response before you turn your head. "Yeah... just a lot of pain" you tell him, watching as he leans forward, elbows on his knees and glances down to the large, round stomach protruding beneath the hospital sheets. "He'll get here soon enough" he tries to assure you, shuffling the seat forward to grip your hand as tears fill your eyes. "It just hurts, so much!" you complain, hissing as another contraction rips through your tired body and he grimaces. "You should've taken the epidural" he comments, stepping back as the doctor comes in to check your progress. "I can do this without it" you grit through your teeth, gripping the handle beside you as pain sears through your stomach and into your pelvis. "You're ready to push now" the doctor comments, leaning back as the nurse directs Liam where to stand as you settle back against the raised bed. "Push" the doctor commands and you sit up, teeth gritting as you push with all your might. Liam watches as your face reddens, sweat wetting your hairline and neck as you push through a contraction. "You're doing great" Liam assures you, wincing when you cry out in pain as tears mix with sweat while pouring down your cheeks. 'Keep pushing" the doctor comments again and you sit higher, a cry ripping from your chest and you've never been in so much pain. Liam glances down to between your legs, eyes widening at the sight and you glare at him. "I shouldn't have looked, I shouldn't have looked" he stammers, snapping his gaze back to your face, flushed and sweaty and gross. Just when he thinks you can't take anymore pain, a cry rips through the room mixing with the cry of relief that leaves your mouth and his bloody son is being placed in your arms. "That was torture" he tells you, pressing a kiss against your sweaty temple but he doesn't care; he doesn't care that you haven't brushed your teeth in over two days or showered in as long when he presses his lips to yours in what he can only describe as complete joy and bliss.

Niall: "I came back as soon as I could" Niall tells you, dropping his stuff by the bedroom door to see you propped up against the pillows of his bed. "What happened?" he questions, sitting at the edge of the bed while tracing his fingers over the cast on your leg. "High heals, alcohol, and your stairs" you say simply, shrugging as you peer around him to continue watching your TV show. "How long will you have this then?" he chuckles, tapping the hot pink cast as you try to fight the smile pulling at your pale lips. "A few weeks" you tell him and he nods, climbing up the bed to lay beside you. "Then, I guess I'll be playing nurse" he tells you and you smile. "Do you need anything else?" he questions, wrapping your leg in plastic wrap before helping you into the bathtub. "Yeah, you to go away so I can bathe" you tease, watching as he shrugs his top off and kneels beside the tub. "Where's the fun in that?" he smiles and continues with washing the past couple of days away from your skin and hair. "So, we're all good?" Niall asks the doctor, watching as you put pressure on your bare leg for the first time in a few weeks and the older man nods. You hobble out of the doctors office, Niall ready with a helpful hand to catch you should you stumble while leading you to the car. "So, still need help?" Niall asks, watching as you start to undress later that night for your bath. "No, I haven't shaved this leg in almost a month... I do not want you to see my man leg hair" you scoff, waiting for him to leave before struggling to pull your pants off. "I can't do it" you cry in frustration, crossing your arms as you lean back against the counter so Niall can undo your jeans and pull them down your legs. "Don't be embarrassed baby, my legs are way hairier" Niall assures you, sparing a glance to the leg with a months worth of hair growing before looking up to your watery eyes. "You're only supposed to see me at my best, not my worst" you complain, shifting out of your underwear before he's lifting you into the bathtub. "That's no fun...oo, furry" he teases, running a hand along your one hairy leg and you cry out in annoyance. "Hand me the razor" he says, lifting your leg out of the tub water and you do as he says. "See, if you'd been able to shave we wouldn't be bonding right now over me shaving your leg for you" he explains, smothering your leg in shaving gel before he starts the task of carefully shaving your leg until its as smooth as the other. "I love you, smooth or hairy, it doesn't matter much to me" Niall assures you as he drains the dirty water before drawing a clean bath for you to bathe in, pressing a kiss to your pouting lips until you smile against him and pull him into the filling tub with a giggle.

Louis: "Everything alright?" Louis asks as you storm through the door and head up the stairs. "Leave me alone," you remark in a low tone. "Babe," Louis says getting up off of the couch to follow you. "Don't!" You shout, turning around on the stairs to stop him. "Why are you shouting?" He asks calmly from the bottom of the stairs. "Leave me alone!" You continue to shout as you stomp up the stairs. Moments later he is standing outside of the bedroom door you had slammed in order to warn him to keep away. "(Y/N)?" He says softly against the door. "GO AWAY!" You shout from the bed, turning up the volume of the television. He slowly turns the nob on the door and peeks his head inside. "You know if you tell me what's going on, there's a better chance of me leaving you alone," he explains. "People at work are fucking idiots," you reveal, keeping your concentration on the television. He inches the door wide enough to fully stand in the doorway. "Okay so what did they do?" Your head turns to him immediately and you glare. You look him up and down and scoff. "What am I doing?" He asks helplessly. You weren't letting him in as he had expected so he was trying his best to find some answers to help you. As you turn your attention back to the television a tear falls from your eye. "(Y/N) please." He slowly begins to walk farther into the room, expecting you to stop him at any moment with your harsh words. You don't however and he makes his way onto the bed, crawling over to sit shoulder to shoulder with you. "They have no respect for me," you say, your eyes glossing over. Louis stays silent as you continue. "They yell at me all day long asking for me to help them, but no one helps me." He knew that you would sometimes have issues with the people you worked with, but you had never been this low because of it. He wraps his arm around you slowly, not wanting to set you off, and you fall into his shoulder. Your emotions get to you and the tears begin to fall uncontrollably from your eyes, staining his grey shirt. He knows it's best he stay quiet, and that his only job right now is to make you feel loved.

Zayn: You sit in the darkness of your bedroom, on the floor next to the doorway. You hadn't had the energy or desire to make it any further. Zayn wasn't home yet and that's how you hoped it would be. You had just come home from catching your boyfriend in bed with his ex-girlfriend and you weren't exactly in the mood to deal with having to tell Zayn why you were so upset. As you pull your knees in tightly to your chest you hear the front door open. You lean over and shut your door, hoping Zayn would think you were already asleep. "(y/n)," you hear outside of your door moments later. You lift your head up from your arms but say nothing, just hoping he would walk away. "(y/n) I know you aren't asleep." At that you wipe your face free of tears and lean over to open the door. He walks into the dark room slowly, immediately noticing you by the door. He says nothing as he folds his legs and sits across from you, holding his hands out for you to take them. "Whatever happened, just know I'm here," he said simply, with no inquiry as to why you were acting like this. He slides over to your side as your tears begin to fall once more. You rest your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around you for comfort. You open your mouth to speak, feeling as if you owed him some sort of explanation, but nothing came out. Even thinking about the words to describe your situation only made things worse and you begin to sob, leaning into Zayn's chest now. He wraps his arm around you, still silent but comforting none the less. "I...I don't know....I don't know what I did," you mumble through your emotions. "You didn't do anything," Zayn responds, catching onto the issue. "He was with Lauren," you explain. "You don't need him (Y/N). He was never worth your time," Zayn tells you. He had spent the past two years trying his best to make you realize how much of a sleaze your boyfriend was, but you wouldn't have it. Now was his 'I told you so' moment, but instead of taking advantage of your emotions to prove his point he did just the opposite and sat with you, doing his best to help you through. After about an hour of sulking in silence, you look up in shock as if you hadn't expected him to still be there. "Can we go for some coffee?" You ask, sitting up off of him and wiping your eyes. A smile spreads over his face as he gets to his feet, stretching out his arms to help you do the same. "Whatever you want," he responds still with a bright smile. You fold in under his arm as the two of you make your way out of the dark bedroom and out to the car.