Harry: "You know what, fuck off Harry" you shout, hurling the glass vase on the table towards his head before turning on our heels. You don't wait to see if the vase has caused any physical damage to Harry, you just wrench the front door open and storm out onto the street. Glancing around, you wrap your arms around yourself in the cold night air and hurry off down the street before Harry can follow. You wonder about Time Square before taking off down 45th street to end up on Broadway. When you can walk no further you collapse onto the curb and burry your face in your hands against your knees and cry. "Are you alright miss?" you hear a voice question and you look up to find a dark haired man standing beside you on the curb you'd taken up residence on. "Yeah... no" you correct with a watery smile, using the sleeve of your sweater to wipe the tears from your cheeks. "Here, come inside with me... it's freezing out you, you must be freezing" he says, wrapping his thick coat around your shoulders before helping you stand. You're about to remark on him being a stranger when you get a better look at him and your heart stutters in your chest and it's not because you're cold. "I'm going to assume that you're not a serial killer Darren Criss" your teeth chatter and he gives you a warm smile before hurrying you into the building behind him. He gives the older man at the door a smile before he's leading you down narrow hallways before opening a door to a dark room and ushers you inside. The lights cut on and you see you're in his dressing room, pictures of him in character as J. Pierrepont Finch and he sits you down on the couch before setting about fixing coffee. "Now, why is such a pretty thing like you out on the streets alone?" he questions, leaning back against his vanity table and you shrug. "Maybe I'm a prostitute" you offer and he chuckles, looking to his feet before he looks back to your tear stained face. "Maybe you're just dating the most famous guy in the world" he counters and you sigh. "Maybe, the most famous guy in the world is a complete asshole who's trying to tell me he didn't cheat despite there being overwhelming amounts of evidence that he has" you admit, looking to the mug in your hands and he's silent. "Maybe, you're just dating the wrong guy?" he questions and you ponder his statement while he takes a seat on the other end of the couch. "Maybe" you sigh, looking to your phone, which is blowing up with texts and phone calls from Harry and the rest of the band. "You could stay with me for the night then go back in the morning and deal with everything" Darren offers and you nod before shutting your phone off and leave it behind in the dressing room. A few hours later you find yourself on your back, beneath a nearly naked Darren Criss and he pauses. "Are you sure about this?" he questions, pushing back strands of your wayward hair and you look up at him. You give him a slow, sure nod and then he presses another kiss to your lips and you forget that you don't belong in his bed. His kisses and touches are softer than Harry's, calloused fingers mapping out lines and paths on your body that his lips follow. When he finally enters you, it's with a condom and that's a strange sensation because Harry rarely protects either one of you from possible pregnancy or disease. Darren's thrust are gentle but with purpose, slow but passionate. Darren drags out the tightening feeling in your stomach, shifting his thrusts when you need to orgasm until you're begging for release, any kind of release. "Patience" he chuckles against your collarbone and you groan. It's afterwards, when he's disposed of the used condom and fast asleep beside you, when you start to feel guilt seeping into your bones. You start to panic, anxiety taking up space in your mind and heart and you quickly redress and leave. You can't seem to catch your breath and by the time you get back to the hotel, your phone is still in Broadway dressing room of the man you'd cheated with. Harry is waiting when you get back, sitting on the edge of the bed silently while staring through the glowing TV, and he barely chances a glance to your shaking body. "Are you ok?" he questions simply, eyes scanning you and you note how they stop on the mark Darren had left behind on your collar but he ignores it. You nod silently and he stares at you for a second. "Do you love me?" he questions and at your nod, he lets out a sigh of relief. "Let's go to bed" he demands softly, making his way to his side and your feet carry you to his bed but you stop before climbing in beside him. 'Don't... tonight never happened. Whatever happened... it doesn't matter, it doesn't count. Tomorrow, you're mine and only mine again" Harry whispers into the dark room and you wipe at the tears spilling down your cheeks and crawl in beside him.

Liam: You've decided to stop spending your time glaring at Liam from across the room at the awards party. He's ignored you the entirety of the night, barely casting you a glance when you'd emerged from the bathroom with Eleanor in your dresses. Harry had been the one to tell you how beautiful you looked, giving you a sympathetic smile before helping you into the limo. Touching you on the red carpet had seemed almost impossible for Liam to manage but here he was now, chatting some blonde up with an easy smile and your blood boils. You order another drink, leaning back against the bar with the glass in hand as you survey the rest of the party. "Some party huh?" you hear a gruff voice say from your side. When you turn, you notice the intimidating presence of a tall, broad man with shoulder length wavy brown hair. There's a scar on his right eyebrow, another raised on his cheek by his mouth and if his stature wasn't intimidating then his scares were. You gulp subtlety, giving him a small smile and a shrug before turning back to your surveying. But, you continue to glance at him as he leans beside you with his own dark eyes taking in the mingling bodies and you can't help but feel like you've seen him before. "You're Conan... were Conan" you say suddenly, head turned as you look up at him and he chuckles. "Jason Momoa and yeah, I was" he answers, tipping a beer back against his lips and you nod. "What's your story then?" he questions, leaning down and you swallow the lump in your throat as he observes you with intense eyes. "My boyfriend left me... he's apparently mad but hell if I know why" you growl, glaring over the glass of your drink when Liam storms towards you. "What are you doing?" he demands, grabbing the drink from your hands and you roll your eyes. "Fuck you Liam, you've ignored me the entire night and now that I'm drinking, you suddenly care to remember that I'm here" you snap, ordering another drink and Liam's eyes widen in anger. "If you didn't turn into a whore when you drank I wouldn't mind" he seethed, head snapping to the side when you slapped him. Jason glanced between the two of you before he hands you his own beer, raising an eyebrow when Liam turns to stare at him. Liam backs down immediately, because he is no match for Jason, before he storms away, without a second glance to you. "He's something" Jason jokes, ordering another drink and you turn to him. "I do, turn into a whore when I drink" you tell him, a small smirk forming on your lips when he looks down at you, scared eyebrow raised as he tips his beer against his lips. He scans you for a moment, eyes trailing over your body and you find the quake in your knees and wetness in your lace panties is quick, something Liam's never managed to do. You step around him, fingers trialing over his lower back as you walk away. You're leaning against the hallway outside the venue room, head tilted to the ceiling as you contemplate what you'd just done; what you'd just suggested to a man who could easily tear you apart. A clearing of a throat brings your gaze back down and you take in Jason's large form as he walks towards you. He backs you against the wall, crowding your space as his gaze remains locked on yours. His lips find yours, hard, rough, and hot and it's enough to make you dizzy. He lifts you easily; large hands splayed over your ass as he grounds himself into you before he's making short work of removing the barriers between your hips. You pant against his neck, gripping his long hair in desperation and lust as he slams into you. His thrusts are long and deep and he isn't going to go easy on you. You can't breathe and everything inside of you squeezes painfully as his hips snap against yours and just when you finally catch your breath, Jason nips at the skin behind your ear and everything becomes blinded by a bright light behind your eyes. "Shit" you sigh, legs shaking with Jason's own release and you know this was beyond reckless because he's not wearing a condom but... you find you don't care at the moment. "How'd I do as a distraction?" he questions, helping you to stand on shaking legs but you can't seem to find your balance and then he's chuckling. "Guess I did alright then" he teases and you smile with a nod. When you both make your way back into the party, Liam is still talking to the busty blonde but he glances your way and you smirk at him while tipping your beer bottle in his direction as a salute.

Niall: The sound of your palm connecting with Niall's face reverberates throughout the room and you're not sure what you're more shocked by; what he said or the fact that you slapped him. "You're such a bitch" Niall snaps, touching the sore spot on his cheek and red flashes behind your eyes. "Fuck off Niall" you seethe, moving to try and hit him again but he stops you this time. You struggle against him, gasping when he shoves you backwards into the wall. He tries to reach for you but you push him away and grab your things. On the way to the elevator you call Eleanor and inform her that the two of you are going out. "He didn't mean it love, you know that" Louis tries to reason but you stop him with a glare. "I don't care. He needs to learn he can't just say things like that and expect me to forgive him. He shouldn't assume he's the only man out there that wants me" you tell Louis, leading Eleanor out of the hotel room before he can question the meaning behind your words. The boys had been in Pittsburgh for a concert and the only place you could think to go was Disel, a club on East Carson Street. "Put it on my tab" you hear a voice call over the loud music and when you turn to put a face with the voice, you're more than star struck. Leaning against the bar is Sidney Crosby himself, captain and star of the Pittsburgh Penguins and your ultimate celebrity crush. "Great game" you tell him with a smile, accepting the drink he passes and he gives you a grin and a giggle. "It wasn't my best but thanks" he tells you, nodding for you and Eleanor to follow him to the VIP section and you oblige. "You were great! Two goals and an assist, I was very happy to be at the game and witness Sid the Kid in action" you tell him, glancing at him over the rim of your drink and he blushes. "You aint seen nothing yet then, I hear he's great when it comes to action" one of his teammates teases, throwing a long arm around Sidney's broad shoulders and you give him a coy smile. "Well, maybe I'll find out" you say, watching as Sidney looks up at you with dark eyes and then he's leading you to the dance floor. You realize there has to be at least one fan of Niall's in this club but you don't seem to mind when Sidney sets a large hand on your hip to press you back against him as you move to the music. "Want to get out of here?" Sidney asks against your ear, stepping back you nod. "(Y/N)... I know you're upset with Niall but, don't do this" Eleanor pleads, gripping your hand outside the club as Sidney flags a cab. "He can go fuck himself" you tell her, pulling away when Sidney opens the door for Eleanor. "You have a boyfriend?" Sidney questions/states as he presses you against the mattress in his bedroom and you stare up at the ceiling as he strips you of your clothes. "Yes" you tell him honestly, watching as he pauses briefly in his quest to remove his own clothes. His eyes roam over your bare body before he shrugs out of the rest of his clothes and covers your body with his. You gasp, arching upwards when he takes up residence between your legs as his tongue runs over your folds and you can't catch your breathe. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pressing him against you tighter until he's crawling up your body while lifting your legs against his hips. His lips press to yours as he enters you, capturing the gasp that falls from your lips as he begins to thrust against you. Everything about sex with this man is different, and not just for the obvious reasons. His thrusts are more precise, rougher, and more rhythmic which you attribute to his hockey playing skills. When you climax beneath him it's with your lips pressed to his neck, fingers digging into his back with his name against his skin. His hips jerk and his faces tenses before he pulls out and comes against your stomach before collapsing against the bed beside you. "Where were you?" Niall asks the next morning and you note that he looks as if he's been up all night but you still don't feel bad. "Out" you answer, slamming the bathroom door shut. As you're getting ready to take a shower, the sound of Niall's cries drift through the bathroom door and you have to gripe the sink to stop your knees from giving out.

Louis: The mirror was showing you disgust as you stand in front of it in the unfamiliar bathroom. The guy at the club had taken you home with him, and at the time it felt like the best idea. Following one of the worst arguments of your relationship, Louis had stormed out of the nightclub leaving you at the bar with no ride home. Your frustrated expression in addition to the seat that had emptied up beside you soon attracted the attention of a guy you had only briefly seen in passing. "You alright?" He had asked, raising his hand to get the bartenders attention. "Fine," you said picking your drink up to try and make things easier. "Don't look fine," he acknowledged, leaning down to try and make eye contact. You slightly turned to catch his gaze and he smiled. "More?" He had questioned, nodding towards your empty glass. "Sure," you had answered, you wouldn't have been driving anyways, you had no ride. It had taken you only a short time to open up to him, as he was the only one around that seemed to listen. You had told him about the fight between you and Louis and of course he was on your side. "Jerk," he had remarked as you explained further the unfairness of Louis's exit. "You need a ride?" He had asked as 2AM approached quickly. You nod, "I don't really want to go home though." The last thing you had wanted to do was address Louis this late in the night. "You can come back to my place," the guy had offered. It didn't take you very long to oblige to his offer and as soon as you had he took your hand and lead you out into the night. You look up at the large apartment complex before heading inside to stand in front of the elevator. He looked up at the numbers on top of the doors with a smile as they counted down. His apartment was nice and as you had been looking around he watched you. "Nice place," you had replied after looking around for a bit. "It's not bad," he answered, the smile still on his face. "Are you tired?" He asked after a pause. "Can I get a shower first?" He nodded and showed you to the bathroom. "Towels and things are in the closet," he said pointing to the door on the other side of the shower. You smiled and he shut the door as he exited. You hadn't thought of Louis at all since stepping foot in Mason's (as you now knew him as) apartment. It had been nice to not concentrate on the awful things that were said between the two of you and be in the presence of someone who appreciated you. "You look amazing," Mason had said as you stepped from the bathroom in one of his t-shirts that you had requested mid-shower. "I just took a shower?" You said confused. You hadn't been sure of the purpose of this compliment. "Doesn't mean you still aren't gorgeous." Your mouth had turned up into a smile as he approached you. "Ready for bed?" He looked at you in curiosity, not expecting a response like that. "Uhh...yeah, sure," he had stammered, leading the way to his bedroom, passing two guest bedrooms along the way. Walking over to the bed he had turned on the lamp and pulled back the sheets. You had slowly slipped under the covers with him and found yourself starring at your reflection in his bathroom mirror just two hours later. This wasn't you. You weren't a cheater. You were just angry and Mason had told you everything you had wanted to hear tonight. You look at the time on your phone and realized the sun would be up in only two hours' time. You redress in the clothes you had wore to the club and exit the apartment, ringing a 24 hour cab company on the way down to the lobby. Getting out of the cab, you realize the light in the living room is still on. Your heart begins to pound as you approach the front door. Louis never left the lights on unless he was awake. The door opens as you reach for its handle. Louis stands on the other side of the threshold, his piercing eyes directly meetings yours. Your face remains still as you continue to stand in front of him. "Why didn't Jill bring you over?" He asks softly. You try not to show your confusion as he continues. "I called her because I thought that that would be where you would go and she said you were in the shower when I called." "Didn't want her to have to drive this late," you explain falsely as you walk inside, reminding yourself to thank her once the sun had risen.

Zayn: The guy you are moaning into is not your boyfriend, but someone you had just only met. With every thrust you are reminded of why you are here. Zayn had only just ended the UK/Ireland leg of his tour, yet he wanted to go out with the guys he had just spent weeks with. You weren't very understanding of his explanations, thus ending in you storming out in a rage. You did not understand why he wouldn't want to spend time with you. You hadn't been able to go to a lot of the shows because of college so you were sure he would want to spend as much time as possible together just as soon as it was time for his break. He obviously hadn't so you drove down to the local pub for a drink. This is where you had met your new 'friend'. He had done everything in his means to get you back to his house. And after many failed attempts, you had finally given into his deep green eyes and cheeky smile. As he thrusts harder to reach his climax you cannot help but think that this is what Zayn deserves. He didn't want to be with you tonight so you needed to find someone that did. Your hand slams onto the mattress as he pushes deeper into you causing your breath to escape for a moment. He reaches his orgasm soon after you and crashes onto the bed, a slight bounce as the mattress takes in his weight. He sends a slight grin your way but nothing is said as he rolls over to clearly fall asleep. You decide to redress and leave soon after you realize that he is indeed very much asleep. You check yourself in the bathroom mirror and head out of the room, back out into the same night you had left your house in. You had only been gone for about four hours when you pulled back into the driveway. Turning off the engine you take a deep breath and check yourself one last time in the mirror before making your way to the front door. You weren't sure what was going to happen once you were face to face with Zayn once more, but you had your story and you were ready to cover your tracks. You didn't hear a thing as you closed the front door behind you. No lights were on as they usually were, even this late. You put your things on the couch and walk up the stairs to see if he had just gone to bed early. That wasn't the case though; he wasn't even in the house. He had left to be with his band mates for yet another night. You shake your head a bit disappointed as you walk through the empty master bedroom and into the bathroom to take a shower. Surprisingly it felt worth it. Especially since you had come home to an empty house even after the fight. 'Stay the night with Lou, don't bother coming home' you text him once you return to the bedroom. It didn't seem like a difficult request and you weren't sure what he would say in return. But he responded with nothing, and you were disappointed once more. To prevent this night from getting any worse you decide to just go to bed, alone, again.