Harry: "This one has the countertops you want," Niall says from the kitchen as you stand in front of the polished fireplace in the living room. You turn to look at him and smile, "And those cabinets, I love all of that white." You had decided to make the move to London and instead of the biased view of your boyfriend, you had brought Niall along. It also helped that Harry was stuck at the studio all day. "I love this place so far," you comment, looking around the updated kitchen, the first one you had seen in your hunt for a flat. The concept was open, but the square footage a little smaller than you were used to, however it was London and anything bigger would require your first born child as payment. "How many bedrooms?" Niall asks, opening the empty refrigerator, probably picturing how much food it could fit for when he came to visit. "The site said two, wanna go find them?" "Yeah!" He says excitedly, shutting the fridge door and following you out of the kitchen. "Is that an en-suite, or a closet?" He asks once the two of you reach the master. The first bedroom, the guest bedroom, wasn't anything special, just a typical room. You had quickly moved onto where you would be sleeping. "I'm not sure, the website didn't say anything about it having either." You walk over to the door that was in the corner of the room, slowly opening it to reveal what it was hiding. "Oh my god it's an en-suite," you say stunned that this was included in the price. "So it has two bathrooms?" He asks from the bedroom. "One and a half, the one in the hallway doesn't have a shower." He shrugged as you joined him back in the master. He had never been educated in real estate talk. "I wonder how many offers this place has?" You question, looking around at the detailed crown molding. "In this area? I'm sure plenty." He was right, this flat was in a great place in the city, and just five minutes down the road from Harry's house. He would be pleased about that. You take your phone out of your pocket and walk out of the bedroom, Niall following behind. "I want this place," you say to him as you call your real estate agent. You're on the phone for nearly a half hour getting everything worked out while Niall drives you to the real estate offices to sign the paperwork. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening. Yes, you would have to borrow a couple thousand from your dad in order to afford it but it was your dream place, and you knew he would happily oblige. Niall sits beside you, a bright smile on his face as you make your offer official and your agent goes off to call the seller's agent. "Oh my gosh, I don't think I've ever been so nervous in my life," you say, watching through the glass wall of the office at the phone conversation being had about the property you had just visited. "You're going to get it," he assures you, "you have to, you basically offered them full price and whatever that last bit was didn't seem like much either." "Closing costs," you inform him and he nods with a smile. "Yeah those." The property you had looked at was a buy or rent and you chose the buying option, knowing it would save you more money in the long run. You chuckle lightly but the smile exits your face when your agent returns to the room. "Well," he pauses for effect, sitting back down in front of the two of you. "You got the place!" Your eyes open wide and your mouth falls open. You quickly bring your hand to your face in shock. "Really?!" He smiles and nods. You shriek in excitement and turn to Niall, bringing him in for a hug. "Oh my gosh I can't believe it," you say still in shock. After signing a few more papers the two of you exit the office and get back in Niall's Range Rover. "I can't wait to tell Harry," you say excitedly once Niall pulls out onto the road to head to the studio.

Liam: With coffee orders in hand you walk out the door of the studio, Harry following closely behind. "There's a Starbucks down that way; we can walk if you like," he says stopping in the middle of the sidewalk for you to make a decision. "Yeah, walking is fine." Liam was in the booth when you left and would probably still be in there when you returned. "I usually do these by myself," Harry comments, looking down at you with a smile. "I can go back inside if you want," you tease, stopping to make your intentions believable. He laughs, and you begin walking again, taking larger steps to catch up to him. As you walk, making small conversation with your boyfriend's bandmate and friend, you notice people around you staring, taking pictures, and even some members of the media walking on the opposite side of the street, their large cameras on display. You weren't used to this kind of attention. Yes, being out with Liam brought the occasional fans and maybe one or two paparazzi. This was a completely different situation though. The two of you were being followed, every step you took being documented. You knew Harry was the most sought after one in the band, you just had never been exposed to exactly what all that meant. You stop along with him, smiling, when he is approached by fans for pictures. You knew they were secretly wondering why on earth you were out with him, but they never actually voiced their concern. Once inside the Starbucks you go straight to the line while he steps back to take more pictures. You hand the girl behind the counter your list, that being a better option than reading off everyone's individual orders. You turn back to look at Harry; he was really good at this. He was good at being a pop star. Not that Liam wasn't, you just never heard Harry complain about it. As you wait off to the side for the large order to be completed he rejoins you. "Sorry about that." "No need to apologize, did you see how happy that girl was?" You say with a bright smile, nodding over at the girl in the corner who was wiping tears from her eyes while scrolling through her phone at the pictures they had just taken together. He looks over at her and smiles. "Yeah, she was extra happy wasn't she," he says with a chuckle. You laugh as well, looking back behind the counter to estimate how long the two of you would be standing here. Everyone in the shop had slowly gotten over the fact that he was standing amongst them, yet the phones were still out taking secretive pictures. They weren't really that secretive though. Being with Liam had taught you to spot people taking pictures of you no matter how hard they tried to conceal it. The two of you stood there making conversation for another five minutes or so before everything was placed in drink holders. With a holder in each hand you both walk out of the shop, him shooting smiles to everyone as he exits. Again, he was damn good at this.

Niall: You walk down for breakfast, leaving Niall asleep back in the room. He would get food later. The elevator opens and you walk through the lobby of the New York hotel over to the breakfast area. Your eyes scan over the people, not a familiar face in sight. To be fair though, it was early. However, as you continue to scan, your eyes squint as you focus on the dark hair in the back corner. What in the world was he doing up so early? You slide into the booth across from him and his sleepy eyes look up at you. It was definitely too early for him. "Didn't expect to see you down here," you comment with a smile. "I just had to get out of the room. I'd been in there since yesterday." The fans outside had kept the boys in for the night, something Zayn was not used to doing. "I think they got them cleared out," you say, having checked on that situation as you walked across the lobby a few minutes prior. "Hopefully, I really wanted to go out today." "And do what?" You inquire, dipping your french toast stick in syrup before taking a bite. "I don't know really, shopping probably. Just anything to get out of this place." He really hated being cooped up. "Is Louis going to go with you?" You ask. He shakes his head. His usual partner in crime was still asleep. "You could just wake him up," you suggest "Which would give him the right to wake me up at any point in the future, no thanks." That was true, you hadn't thought about that. "I'll go with you," you offer, not wanting to stay in this place for much longer either. "You don't have to, I can go by myself." "Don't be ridiculous. Just let me go back up and get my wallet." You and Zayn had never been very close, but that was because nothing ever came up to allow you to get close. He was your boyfriend's bandmate and friend, and you wanted to be as close to him as you were with the rest of the boys. You knew he liked to do things by himself, hence why he was down here, alone, for only God knows how long. It was time for you both to get out of your comfort zones and reach out. "I'll be right back," you say as you dunk the last bit of toast into the syrup, getting up from the booth to head back up to the room to gather your things for the day. You half expected him to not be waiting for you in the lobby when you came back down. That would have been a Zayn move. However, when you emerge from the elevator your eyes immediately lock on him and you smile. He returns your smile as you approach him. "Ready?" He asks before opening the door. "Definitely." The fresh air was amazing, well as fresh as New York could provide. It was definitely better than hotel air. "Where to first?" You ask and Zayn shrugs. He was one of those people; wherever you end up is wherever you end up. You nod slowly, unorganization irked you. However, this was meant to be a sort of bonding adventure, so you let it go. You had already had to get used to Niall's happy-go-lucky attitude, and while Zayn's was a little less happy, you were sure you could manage. As you walk down the sidewalk you notice people recognizing him, but they aren't approaching him like they would with Niall. You were constantly stopping when you and Niall would go out; this was different. It was almost like he intimidated them. Well to be fair that smolder could intimidate George Clooney. "How often do people stop you for pictures?" You ask as you follow him into a store you were sure he hadn't planned on going into. "Not that often. The fans kind of know I like to stay to myself." Oh. What do you say to that? Is there even a response? He was basically the polar opposite of Niall, yet the peacefulness that you felt around him was so intriguing. You were sure that if you continued to spend more time with him the conversation and laughs would come more easily. For now though you were here with him, following the aura that surrounded him, astonished by the mystery.

Louis: You hadn't wanted to go to the Rovers game. "Well, what are you going to do today?" Louis had asked as he gathered his things, ready to leave the house. "I think Liam and I are going to go out," you answer and Louis nods. "Well, you kids have fun. I'll be back tonight." He bends down over the couch to press a kiss to your lips before walking out the door. You could remember a time not too long ago when telling him you were spending time with Liam went not as smoothly. Yes, you had known Liam a lot longer than him, but no, he didn't care about that. It had taken a lot of convincing on your behalf over the course of your relationship to prove to him that nothing was ever going to happen between you and Liam; you were just friends. You had always just been friends. You remain on the couch for a little while longer, texting Liam to make sure nothing had come up and that you were still going out. After his confirmation, you head up to the bedroom to get ready. You were going out for lunch and you were sure a movie would follow, that's how it usually went at least. After your hair and makeup were complete you walk into the closet to find your outfit for the day. Deciding on black skinnies, tank top, and flannel you take a look in the mirror before slipping your boots on and heading back downstairs. You text to let him know you were on your way over to his flat and pull out of the driveway. You are greeted at his door by his arms wrapping around your neck. "Get off!" You choke as he squeezes you tighter. "What? I can't hug my best friend?" You roll your eyes as he finally lets go. "Where are we going today?" You ask as he grabs his keys and you follow him back through the corridor you had just walked down. "Petrus," he answers. Wow, okay big spender. "Really?" You question. Sure you didn't mind the French cuisine, or his expense taste, but it was little ritzy for just an afternoon lunch. "Nah, I was thinking the Watermill." Much better. "Okay, good." You climb into his car once you reach the parking garage. You catch up on the drive to lunch. He spoke of the tour, and you of your final semester of classes. "After you," he offers, holding the door open for you to walk in before him. "How many?" The hostess asks. You hated this question. There were only two of you standing in the foyer, couldn't she count? "Two," you tell her and she looks at you and then over to Liam, casual suspicion in her eyes. You got this a lot when you came out with him. The fans had gotten used to seeing the two of you out together, but everyone else, who only knew you were definitely not with Liam, still gave you the look. You ignored her facial expressions and turned back to Liam as she begins to escort you to your table. "Thank you," he says as you take your seat across from him. "No problem," she replies with a shy smile. Unbelievable. "How come I get the bitch face and you get innocent one?" You were used to it though. "My face looks better than yours," he teases. Your eyes widen, reaching over to smack him with the menu you had been given. "Hateful bastard." He shrugs with a smile. "What are you going to get?" He asks once the two of you had fallen silent overlooking your options. "I'm thinking about the pork with the onions and potatoes," you answer, not fully having made your mind. "What about you?" "The beef, definitely, but that's as far as I've gotten." "Indecisive as always," you remark playfully. "Hey, don't even act like you're actually going to get what you just said, you're more indecisive than me." He knows you so well; he always has.

Zayn: It was a surprise, and well, a secret too. You had entrusted Louis not to spoil the plan, and so far he had kept to his word. He had picked you up at Zayn's house an hour ago, and now you were sitting in the chair, the needle skimming your arm bringing the familiar and continuous pain back. "That's going to be sick," Louis comments, getting up from his seat to get a better look at the progress. It was one of Zayn's. One of his drawings that is. He had been out with the band one day and you had gone into his drawing room looking for something you had misplaced. You saw the canvas immediately. The intertwining vines surrounding the skull impressed you. He was truly an artist. You had taken the canvas to the office to quickly scan the artwork onto the computer, printing it out and taking it to his tattoo artist. "He did this?" He asked the day you brought it in. You nod, a proud smile on your face. You give him a few days to turn Zayn's artwork into a sketch and return with Louis by your side. "You want it just like the original, right?" The man to your side asks once he had completed the outline. You nod, "Exactly like he drew it, yes." He goes back to work, looking up at the copy of the original he had brought in to reference. You grab for Louis's hand a few times once the shading begins, your eyes wincing shut as you take a deep breath. "What do you think his reaction is going to be?" He asks, trying to get you to think of something other than the pain. "I hope it's going to be a good one. I would hate to do this and then him not like it." "How do you think I feel?" The man at your arm questions with a smile. It was true, he had to worry the most, he was the one recreating Zayn's work. "I think he's going to love it," Louis comments, nodding to assure you of his thoughts. You sit in the chair for a total of five hours. Zayn was surely up by now and probably wondering where you were. You had gotten Louis to send him a text from your phone saying you were out getting the groceries, but lord knows when he would actually pick his phone up to read it. You look at the finished product in the mirror; it was perfect, exactly like Zayn's drawing, exactly. "It looks incredible," you say, turning to the man that had spent the last five hours recreating it, reaching up on your toes to get your arm around his neck for a hug. "Thank you so much," you say in his ear. "You're certainly welcome. You have to let me know his reaction." "Louis, get a picture, please," you tell him, handing him your phone. You turn to the side, showing the camera your tattoo as the strong man wraps his arm around your waist, bright smiles on both your faces. "Thank you again, so much." You and Louis exit the shop after telling everyone else goodbye, they were all friends to you and Zayn. You can't help but stare at it as Louis drives you back home. "Thanks for coming with me," you tell him, turning to look at him. "It's okay. I can't wait to see his reaction." He pulls into the driveway and the two of you step out of the car. He opens the front door for you and you call out for Zayn. "In here," he shouts from the living room. "Where are the groceries?" He asks once he notices you walking in empty handed. His eyes get wider when Louis walks in behind you. You quickly walk over to him, Louis staying off to the side. "What's going on?" Zayn asks as you sit on the coffee table in front of him. You take your jacket off, revealing the large bandage on your upper arm. "What happened?" You smile and peal it off to reveal your surprise. His eyes travel over the ink. "Is that mine?" He questions, turning to see it in full. "Yeah," you answer with a smile. "I saw it the other day when I went in your art room looking for something. I loved it so much I wanted to keep it forever, keep you forever." He looks back up at you, a smile forming on his face as he leans in to kiss you. "You two are so gross," Louis comments before heading to the kitchen to fix his payment for spending the morning with you.