Harry: "Come on tour with me, it'll be fun you said" you state with an angry glare while crossing your arms. "Not now," Harry pleads through a sigh, turning to look at you over his shoulder while standing at baggage claim. "That chances of them losing your luggage are pretty slim, you said" you state again, refusing to let Harry off the hook in the middle of the Argentinean international airport. "Y/N, not now! I'm sorry, alright" Harry groans, scrubbing his hands over his face while wishing the floor would open and swallow him. "No, it's not alright! Harry, all of my stuff was in that suitcase! All I have is a book, a phone, a computer, and some random ass shit in my carry on! We're not even going to be in this country long enough to get my stuff... what am I going to do?" you demand, tapping your foot against the granite floors and Harry takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. "I'll buy you what you need then," he counters, crossing his arms as the two of you stare at one another. "Sir... your suitcase should be here later tonight, we'll have it sent to your hotel" the Spanish woman offers, a suggestive smile on her red lips for your boyfriend and you throw your hands up in anger before storming off. "I didn't even want to come in the first place and then some Spanish whore flirts with you while we're in the middle of a fight?! You've got to be fucking kidding me," you mumble to yourself, intent on flagging down a cab to head to the hotel on your own. "Do you even know where you're going?" Harry questions, appearing at your side as you stand on the curb. "Fuck off," you snap, smiling to yourself as a cab pulls over. "Stop acting like a child. You make it really hard to love you when you do that," Harry snaps, pushing you into the cab before following behind you to give the cab driver the address to your hotel. "Did you say you loved me?" you question after ten minutes of tense silence. "Yeah," he answers, turning to look at you as lift your sunglasses on top of your messy bun. "On the curb of an airport after I told you to fuck off?" you question, crossing your arms as you turn to press your back against the window. "Yeah, after you were acting like a child in the middle of baggage claim," Harry counters, shifting to look at you. "You're an idiot," you say, glaring at him and he breaks out into a grin. "And you're a bitch," he counters, leaning across the way to press a kiss to your smiling lips. "I kind of love you too," you respond against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair so he can't pull away. "Only kind of?" he teases, nuzzling your nose with his and you shrug. "A lot of kind of" you respond with an easy smile, lost luggage forgotten because as long as you had Harry, you didn't need much more.

Liam: "She's a fucking bitch and you know it," you counter, titling your head as you challenge Liam's friend to deny. "Ok, she may be mean but... I wouldn't call her a bitch," Andy defends, raking his fingers threw his beloved mane of hair as you wait at the salon. "She demanded you cut your hair off, told you you'd always be a deadbeat with it, and then accused you of sleeping with me" you list, sparing him a glance and Andy shrunk in his chair. "What am I suppose to do? She's a dancer, she could really help me out and point me towards the right people to get into the business" Andy defended, walking as slow as possible towards the chair where he'd loose all his hair. "Andy, you're an amazing dancer and you have so much potential... you don't need some girl who can only do choreography to help you get into the scene. She's useless and mean... Liam even agrees with me but he'd never tell you that, he's too nice and you mean too much to him," you remind him, patting Andy's knee. "Andy... I thought I told you to cut your hair," Danielle questions, crossing her arms over her chest while staring him down in the middle of Liam's store. "I decided not to," Andy answers, shifting on his feet as her eyes widen in anger. "Andy, you look like such a deadbeat with all that hair! You'll never amount to anything if you don't cut it," Danielle shrieks and you've had just about enough of her ramen noodle hair attitude. "And you bitch, can get the fuck out. Andy is so much better than you, with or without his hair. He doesn't need you, for anything so don't let the door hit you where the good lord split ya," you state, daring her to challenge you. She gives Andy an expectant glare but he just nods to the door and she leaves with an overly dramatic cry of rage. You've never felt so good after telling someone off. "I totally love you," Liam admits against your jaw, wrapping you in his arms as Andy calls everyone he knows to tell them of the good news. "Yeah, yeah... you only love me because I'm boss," you counter with a grin, leaning out of his arms and he shrugs. "I just love you," Liam says, staring into your eyes and you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you too," you say later that night, pressed against his side at a nightclub in celebration of Andy's recent singledom. "BEST NIGHT EVER," Andy shouts in the background, surrounded by women that totally love his mane of hair.

Niall: "No," Niall says, not even looking up from the magazine in his lap as you plop down on the couch next to him. "Niall, come on! I've been practicing!" you remind him, sitting up on your knees in the hopes he'll finally agree to let you tattoo him. "No," he says after a dramatic pause and you scoff while smacking him on the shoulder. "Twat," you murmur, crossing your arms as you glare at the TV in front of you. "Vagina," Niall counters, ignoring the look of shock that crosses your face at his crass words. "Cock sucker," you say, voice rising but Niall is cool and calm as he flips to another page. "Pussy licker," he says, raising an eyebrow as you rip the magazine from his hands. "Apologize, right now! That's... so crude" you demand, stomping you foot but Niall refuses to give in to your demands. "Stop being a cunt and I will," Niall says, picking up the remote to change the channel. You cry out in anger, snatching the remote from his hands to throw it at the TV. "Crazy bitch," Niall shouts, glaring at the hole in the glass of his big screen. "How dare you call me cunt!" you screech, storming from the apartment with the intention of never speaking to him until he apologizes. "Here," Niall says later that night, passing a structured bag to you as he walks past you into your apartment. "Get out," you demand and Niall rolls his eyes, taking a seat on the couch while instructing you to open the bag. Inside the bag is Niall's traveling tattoo kit and you're a little confused. "I won't say the words but... this is as good as me saying them," Niall says, arms crossed because he's vulnerable and you smile softly. "I'm sorry I said cunt in reference to you," Niall admits, sprawling his legs out as he tries to sink further into the couch. He's not used to being so vulnerable in front of someone because of his brother. "I love you too," you respond, crawling into his lap to press kisses to his jaw. "I'm not saying it back," Niall reminds you, passing you the tattoo gun while pushing you off his lap so he can set everything up. "You totally love me," you pester, inking the lines he'd drawn on his leg and he glares at you. "I won't give up until you say it... I got you to let me tattoo you, remember?" you tease, wiping the excess ink off so Niall can look at the simple words you'd inked into the skin of his thigh. "Fine... I love you too," he murmurs, groaning when you jumped into his lap and nudged the sore skin around his new ink. "Sorry, sorry... I love you too, you don't have to be scared with me" you whispered against his ear, smiling when he let out a groan but you knew he was happy here with you. Even after being vulnerable with you.

Louis: You sit atop the pitch in the owner's suite while Louis is at the bar with his business peers discussing 'serious business'. Ever since the two of you had met down in the stands you hadn't had to fight the Manchester United crowd for seats. Private cars took you to and from the games and you were given free meals and drinks anytime you wanted them. Dating a club owner definitely had its perks. As the second half whistle blows Louis returns to his seat beside you in front of the large glass window. "Enjoying yourself?" He asks, taking a sip of the concoction the bartender had made for him. You nod and smile, nuzzling into him as he brings his arm around your shoulder. He stays by your side throughout the rest of the game which was more than what the girlfriends and wives of the other owners could say of their other halves. You were so very lucky to have him, despite the misjudgment on your behalf based on his physical appearance when you first met. "Ready to head out?" He questions one the final whistle hand blown, getting up from his seat and holding out his hand. On the way out of the suite he shakes everyone's hand with a smile, still hoping to be in good company with them despite the legal mess he was in with his ex. "I'm ready for home if you are," he says as the two of you slide into the back of the awaiting car. "Definitely." It's only a thirty minute drive from Old Trafford to Louis's Manchester mansion in the privacy of the Club provided transportation. The private cars and jets accompanied by lavish dinner dates were definitely something you had to get used to. Of course you didn't mind it though. You still kept you job at the football store though just to maintain a bit of reality. Once in the car you cozy into him, wrapping your arm around his chest, and closing your eyes. Late nights at the stadium always meant car ride napping. "Babe," he whispers softly once the car had stopped in front of his house. Your eyes flutter open and you sit up in the seat, stretching your legs so you wouldn't fall onto the ground once the driver opened the door. "Thanks mate," he tells the driver, handing him a hefty tip for his assistance. You only stayed over with Louis on the weekend, mainly because this is the time of night you returned home from matches and you were never up for driving so late. You knew his place like you had lived there all your life. Once inside you head straight up the staircase to the master suite to get ready for bed. He had just recently turned his master on-suite bathroom into a his and hers, of course allowing you most of the room. You sit in front of the vanity on the silk upholstered seat he had custom made for you to begin getting ready for bed. Pulling your hair back you start to remove the makeup from your face. "You're beautiful," he remarks, walking in a few moments later once you had removed any trace of foundation or eye shadow. "Shut up," you counter, a slight grin crossing your face. He leans down, leaving a kiss on your bare cheek and looking at you in the brightly lit mirror. "What?" You inquire of him as he continues to stare. He is silent for a few moments more but then opens his mouth to answer. "I love you." Your eyes turn from his mirror gaze to his actual one. All you can do is blink up at him as a smile stretches across your face. "I love you too."

Zayn: "What would you like to do today?" He asks of you once he's fully made himself at home on your couch, Sophie immediately by his side. "I was thinking about going to the National Gallery," you admit, walking over and sitting down on his lap. "Why would you want to go there? There's so many tourists in the Square." "I thought it would be really fun though." "You thought going to Trafalgar Square in the middle of the summer would be really fun?" He asks of you honestly. You nod at him and he sighs. "Fine." You squirm in excitement and leave a kiss on his lips. "Well go get dressed," he says acknowledging that you were still in your pajama pants and tank top. "Right!" You head up the steps to change and emerge presentable for a day of acting like a tourist. "See you later Soph," he tells the dog, still not having moved from her place on the couch. "I guess we're walking?" Zayn questions as you walk passed your car. "Correct." He smiles and holds his hand out for you to take. "So why the National Gallery? Haven't you been there at least fifteen times?" "I have yeah. But we haven't been there together and you being the big shot artist with your artwork in millionaire's mansions and all I felt like you could give me a different experience." He can't help but laugh at your explanation as you continue walking into the city. Once in the Square you have to swerve in and out of the congestion. "And this is where you want to go?" He questions again, looking up at the large columned building. "Uh huh." The two of you walk over to the stairs and make your way up to the entrance. "Welcome Mr. Malik," a man greets as he opens the door. "Uh, thank you." He looks over at you confused as to how a museum curator knew his name. You shrug off his look and the two of you walk in. "Right this way sir," the man directs. "Follow him," you insist. The man leads you through the strangely empty corridor to a large room up ahead. Zayn stops his pace as he comes upon the open room in the middle of the gallery. Covering the walls of the main room were all of his sketches and paintings. "What is this?" He remarks, slowly stepping into the room, looking around unsure of how his work had ended up in one of the most prestigious art galleries in the world. He looks over at the curator but all he does is smile and nod in your direction. "You did this?" He questions softly, still in awe. You nodded slightly and he smiles. "How?" "Well I called and told them about your work and how you show it all over the UK in small town galleries. I asked if it were possible to clear a room out for just a few hours or so to have a showcase for you." He stood in silence with a smile not believing what you were telling him. "I emailed them some of your work while on the phone and they loved it and said they would love to have you come and do a showcase. They said they would clear out the gallery and invite the board and other big-name artists to come by and see your work." He shakes his head slowly after you finish explaining what you had done for him. "Why did you do all of this?" You pause, thinking about how to word your answer without being too forward but in the end it just came out. "I love you." You stand completely vulnerable to his awaiting response. He bites his bottom lip as a bright smile forms on his face. "I love you too." He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you from the ground in excitement.