Harry: "I can do it," he assures you for the third time. You look down at your taped fingers, cursing the car door that had broken them. This was a pain. You look up at Harry through the vanity mirror, sighing deeply before turning around on your stool to face him. "Please don't poke my eyes out." "I won't, I promise." You hand him your eyeliner and close your eyes. "Wait," you stop him before he can even get the lid off. "Do you know what I want?" "Yes, you want that wing on the end." You had been over your Halloween makeup look with him countless times as you planned your costume for the party the two of you had been invited to in SoHo. "Do you need to see the picture? Harry, they have to be perfect." He shakes his head. "You've showed me that picture five hundred times." Well that was an exaggeration. No, it wasn't. You were so stoked to go as Columbia, Rocky Horror being your absolute favorite part of this holiday. You had outdone yourself with all of the glitter and sequence her look required. You let out one last sigh before shutting your eyes for him. You had no idea of his knowledge of makeup, or even if he had any. But he had been so sure of himself so you sent up a prayer that he had watched Lou do her makeup at least once, because Lord knows he was never around to watch you. "Out more," you instruct, feeling the fine tip not exactly where you had wanted it. "I've got this, shush." You pout at his order but stay silent, knowing he needed to concentrate if you wanted to keep your eye. You steal a peek out of your other eye, watching as he gives the black line he is drawing a death stare, his tongue barely sticking out as he bites down in concentration. You can't help but chuckle. You weren't sure any other guy but him would be doing this for you right now. "Shush," he instructs and you shut your eye. You sit completely still as he continues to perfect his first line. "Okay, look," he tells you, straightening back up and taking a step back. You open your eyes and turn to see what he had managed to do. Fingers crossed. You stare at your reflection, turning your head to the side. "Harry....." "Yeah?" His voice was full of concern. "This is fucking amazing. How did you do that?" "I wore a lot of eyeliner in a previous life," he jokes and you turn back to him. "Well hopefully you were good at getting them to match in that previous life. Go for the other one." They wouldn't match. Not even you could get them to match when you had all ten of your fingers working. However, round one had gone surprisingly well so you were sure you could handle what he could come up with. You watch him yet again from your other eye; the death stare was back. "You've got this," you whisper playfully. "Hush," he groans as he gets closer to your face. This eye takes longer as he looks back and forth from one eye to the other concluding whether or not they looked the same. You turn back around once he is finished only to smile at his work. "You did a great job," you praise, turning back to face him. "I told you I could do it," he says confidently, putting the lid back on the liner and dropping it down into the drawer. "Yes, you did." You press a grateful kiss to his lips before turning back to your reflection to finish the rest of your look that you didn't need help with.

Liam: He had stopped asking if you wanted to go out two years ago, knowing what all this holiday meant for you. Instead, the two of you stayed in, leaving a bowl of candy on a table in the corridor so you wouldn't be bothered. You knew he hadn't ever been one to not go out on Halloween but since meeting you he had become that person. You watch from the breakfast bar as he stands in front of the stove, continuing the new tradition he had created for the two of you. He would make your sister's favorite dish to celebrate her life, not her passing on this wretched holiday. He would comfort you as you tried so hard not to cry. You would always break though, your strength giving out by the end of the day. But he would be there for you, and that's all that would matter. That's how this day would go; it's how it always went. You stare on, watching him work. He knew this recipe by heart now. "Taste," he instructs, turning around with a smile and a spoon of sauce. "Amazing," you compliment as he leans in for a kiss. He was always extra loving on this day, but you certainly don't mind, you needed him to be. He never let you help, only watch. You had always just sat here and watched, in awe of how wonderful he was and just how much you didn't deserve to have him doing this for you. No one did. You weren't sure anyone had done anything worthy of this level of care he was showing you. You don't take your eyes from him for the next hour as he continues to cook, not wanting to miss a single thing. You smile as he sets the freshly plated dish in front of you. It looks just like it did last year. He comes around the bar to join you, pressing another kiss to your cheek before climbing up on the stool. You definitely didn't deserve him. "We love you Corrine," he says as he lifts up the glass of wine he had poured before sitting down. He had never met your sister, yet he still said this every year. You had told him endless stories, and he was sure he would have loved her just as much as you had and still do. He squeezes your hand tightly, sending you a comforting smile as you take a sip from your own glass of wine. He had already cut up the chicken so the two of you only needed one hand to eat. He would hold your other in his own, knowing by the time you were finished you would be in tears but he would still have a grip on you as you broke down, your mind filling with painful memories.

Niall: You were worried, worried about what he would come back with. You had sent him off to get things for the kids that would be stopping by your door tonight. A simple task for most people, however you knew he would turn it into a chore. You would usually go yourself, knowing what the kids around the neighborhood enjoyed, but he had insisted this time. He had missed out on the holiday last year, business keeping him away. He was going to be in charge this year. You reluctantly sent him off and spent the time alone finishing up the final touches on all of your decorations. You loved Halloween. You hear the garage door open almost three hours after sending him off. You knew better than to send him in the afternoon, knowing he would spend all night in the candy aisle and never make it back in time. You hear him fumbling with bags outside the door that lead from the kitchen to the garage. Opening the door you come face to face with what had taken him so long. "What on earth?" You say as he stands before you, at least twenty grocery bags sit at his feet. "How many kids do you think we have around here?" He only laughs as he lugs bags into the kitchen. This was overachieving at its best, you were certain. "Candy apples?" You ask, peeking into the bag on the counter nearest you. "Who gives out candy apples?" He was going for some sort of award with this batch. "Listen," he began, ready to tell you his thought process while he was shopping. "I stood in the candy aisle and thought..." "You did a lot more than think," you interrupt. "Hush, I'm not finished. I thought to myself, 'When I was a kid, what did I really want to get?'" "You mean now? What you would want to get now?" He mocked your joke as he continued. "All of this stuff is what I wanted to get, but didn't. We're going to be the most popular house in the neighborhood." His smile was full of pride. "Newsflash babe, we're already the most popular house in the neighborhood. You've solidified that already." It was the truth, everyone around knew he lived here. "Well, then this will help us keep that title." You do some more looking in the bags as he searches the kitchen for your largest party bowls. He had clearly bought every bag of candy the store had to offer. You supposed he was just going to hand the kids their own bag, you certainly wouldn't be running out. "You went to the toy store, too?" You ask, seeing the bags with 'Hamley's' on the side. "Yeah, I had always thought how great it would be get toys on Halloween too." "Niall, this isn't Christmas," you remind him, but your revelation doesn't break his smile. "Doesn't mean we can't give them toys." You laugh and nod. He had done what you had asked, and then some, and that's all you could ever ask of him.

Louis: "Where did we meet?" You ask him as he skims his costume options for tonight's show. "Huh?" Your question had caught him off guard. "Where did we meet?" You repeat, keeping your spot on the dressing room couch. "The Porsche dealership? You're the receptionist remember?" Correct. "What was our first date?" You ask, preparing to keep the questions rolling. "What is this twenty questions?" You nod with a smile and he sighs, turning from the racks, indecisive on what he should be. "Unfortunately it was a concert," he answers. You remember back to that day; it was years ago now. He really wanted to take you out but his schedule kept him too busy. So instead of a fancy restaurant you got backstage at a One Direction concert at the O2. There were lots of people who would kill for an opportunity like that so you had never complained. "Where was our first kiss?" He rolls his eyes as he chuckles, slowly catching on to what you were doing. "It was that same concert, after I got off stage. You had the concert vibes, you couldn't resist me, remember?" Somehow you don't think that 'concert vibes' made you want to kiss him, however he did look amazing up on stage. "When did you meet my family?" You continue, ignoring his ridiculous answer. "Can we pause first? Dracula or zombie?" "Zombie and definitely get Lou to do your makeup," you answer, knowing she would make him look amazing for tonight's show. He nods, agreeing with your suggestion. "Okay, your family. I met them when we went up there for our first Christmas." Correct, he was on a role. "Who said 'I love you' first and where were we?" He joins you on the couch now that his costume has been sorted. "Me, and we were in the airport. I was flying to Spain, I think it was." "It was France but I will give you that one only because you're so damn cute." "Why are we doing this?" He inquires, bringing his legs up to rest beside yours as you sit on opposite ends of the couch. "What do we argue about the most?" You continue, yet again ignoring his question. "My messiness." Definitely correct. "If I'm sitting in front of the TV, what am I watching?" "Depends on the day." True. "Okay, Thursdays." "Celebrity Juice. Which is still a shit show." "It is not, shut up. What's the one food I don't like?" "Where are these even coming from?" You stare at him waiting for an answer. "Peas." "When we go out to eat, what do I get to drink?" "Water with way too many lemons." "What's my shoe size?" "Seven and a half." "Bonus question, what's that in the US?" You had ordered plenty of shoes from the States for him to know the answer to this. "It's like a nine or something." "Half a point, nine and a half." "What's my favorite cereal?" "A mix of cocoa and frosted Shreddies." He was impressing you now. You had no idea he had been this observant. "What's my eye color?" You ask, shutting your eyes even though it would be impossible for him to tell from as far away as he was. "No need to close your eyes love, I already know they are green." You were sure he wouldn't get that one. "What would I eat every day if I could?" "Easy, peanut butter and apples." "If I was collecting anything what would it be?" "Shoes." "So quick to answer," you respond with a smug smile. "Well it was the only thing you technically collect." "Final one," you begin. "Thank God," he cheers, getting up from the couch to retrieve his costume, preparing to head to hair and makeup. "What is the one thing that I do that you don't like?" "You mean there's only one?" He playfully questions. You shoot him a glare before he continues. "Let's see, one thing you do that I don't like, hmm." He was putting deep thought into this one. "Oh. I don't like how you always have all of your makeup out of the box and all over the counter. I thought that was the whole purpose of buying the box." You laugh at his answer, knowing he would never actually give you a hurtful one. Walking up to him, you place your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips before tilting your head back to smile at him. "And what was this for?" "That, Mr. Zombie, was a 'congratulations you passed' kiss." "Oh good, I love it when I pass a test I didn't even study for." "That has never happened and you know it," you counter jokingly as the two of you walk to hair and makeup to prepare for the boy's Halloween themed show.

Zayn: "And why didn't you do this first?" Zayn asks, standing behind you, separating your hair into sections. "Because I'm stupid and wasn't thinking." You had painted your nails before doing your hair, rookie mistake. "Okay, and what am I supposed to be doing?" He questions, staring at the comb you had handed him and the hair he had just separated. "I need it to look like this," you answer, holding up a picture of the female pirate you had found online. "And how do I do that?" You roll your eyes unfairly, it wasn't his fault he didn't know what he was doing. "You have to tease it, all of it. So just grab some hair, a medium sized amount, and run the comb up it." He looked so confused. "You're basically just putting a bunch of knots in it." When the confused look still doesn't go away you pull up a Zoella video on YouTube to show him how. "Watch this, and do it just like her." After watching the short tutorial he cautiously begins. "Doesn't that hurt?" He questions as he vigorously runs the comb over the first bit of hair. "You don't have to worry about hurting me. I'm not tender headed." He still wasn't sure why you would want to do this to your hair. To him it looked like he was ruining it. "Is that alright?" He asks, holding the teased hair out for you to see. "Looks perfect, keep going." It was a bit sloppier than you would do to be honest, but pirates weren't meant to look put together. The rattier the better. He continues to work on your hair as you fan your hands, knowing that if they didn't dry soon Zayn would be dressing you as well. "Should it be looking like an afro?" He inquires from behind you, stepping back, fluffing your hair, as he inspects his work. "It can look however you want it to look, as long as it's all teased it's fine." He was shocked at how lenient you were being. Your hair usually had to be perfect before you stepped out the door, not a strand out of place. You watch his concentration in the mirror, he didn't want to mess it up even though there was really no way he could. "What?" He asks, his eyes catching yours in the reflection. "You're just so cute when you're concentrating. It's like you're doing a painting or something." "I just want to make sure you're the sexiest pirate in the office," he responds cheekily, continuing to work. "That's only because I work with all women." "Ehh." He shrugs his shoulders and continues to tease your hair, knowing it was the truth. He wouldn't dare be putting this much effort into your look if he knew any other guy would be looking at you.