Harry: You're leaning against the counter of your New York boutique, having officially moved back home, when your employee informs you she is going on her lunch break. "Want anything?" She questions, already on her iPhone as she stands in the doorway to your swanky yet cozy boutique in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. "No thanks Jill, having a good lunch... actually, bring me a coffee whenever you're heading back, please and thank you!" You say with a bright smile, watching as she returns the gesture and steps out into the chilly October air of New York. You lean forward, forearms braced against the glass counter top of the front counter as you watch the people of Manhattan mill about on their lunch breaks. You're going through a box of samples your designer had sent over for the winter selection when the door chimes. "Welcome to Pish Posh... hi," you state in shock after looking up to find Harry loitering about in the closed doorway of your store. "This is nice," he says simply, glancing around the whites and grays of your store. You drop the sweatered onesie you had been holding back into the box and awkwardly cross one foot over the other as you stare at him. "I wanted to get something for Lux while I'm in New York... figured I might as well stick with what I know," Harry offers. He walks about the store, picking up the items you had predetermined would be best suited for his godchild when they had first arrived. "You did something different, with your hair," Harry questions, watching as you methodically ring up his items and you nod. "I cut it all off," you state, glancing up to take in his features. His infamous curls are obscured by his famous black beanie, dressed in all black as usual, and the familiar beat up brown leather boots cover his feet. All in all, he looks the same. Noticing a few recent inked additions to his neck and wrists, you swallow the lump in your throat and continue to ring up his items. "You're beautiful, with or without all that hair," Harry says gently, reaching a long finger out to swipe the bangs of your bobbed haircut out of your eyes. "I miss you," you admit in a whisper, wrapping his items in tissue paper and you hear him chuckle. "You're not the only one who feels that way," he states, leaning forward against the counter and you're reminded of all those times in your London store when he would come in before you'd agreed to date him. "Don't be afraid of me... don't hide like that," Harry whispers softly, reaching across the counter to turn your face to his as he explores your eyes for some kind of sign. His lips press to yours before you can register what's happening and you allow yourself to melt into the kiss. "Don't shut me out this time... I won't shut you out. Don't let the world keep us apart anymore," Harry pleads in a broken whisper, swallowing the lump in his throat as you let your eyes flutter open. "The world didn't keep us apart, we did," you remind him sadly, leaning away from him but he doesn't allow the space as he keeps you in place by cupping your cheeks in his large hands. "Whatever it was, don't let it. Come home, stay with me, we'll be better. I'll be better at making sure I don't let work take over my life and you'll be better at not needing to be in every store all the time," he pleads, forehead pressed to yours and you let the smell of his cologne wash over you as you nod. "Can we really do that?" You whisper, heart thumping loudly against your chest and Harry chuckles. "With you, I can do anything," Harry reminds you, nudging your nose with his and you giggle. "Stay?" You question, eyes fluttering open to find that Harry's bright eyes are already gazing at you. "Only if you promise to come home, to London," He questions, stepping back to watch you nod simply. "I see the two of you are back together," Jill sing-songs walking in on the two of you mid-embrace. You watch as Harry pulls a one-hundred dollar bill out of his wallet and hands it to Jill and you realize it's only 9am and way too early for any kind of lunch break. "You set me up and you... you bribed my employee!" You accuse with a grin that slowly spreads across your face as Harry shrugs. "I'm sneaky that way," he chuckles, slapping his hand against Jill's as they high-five.

Liam: "Why won't you stay?" Liam asks groggily early in the morning and you sigh while dressing yourself. After the grocery store incident followed by a chance drunken encounter at Andy's birthday party, the two of you had been having what you had demanded be no strings-attached sex. Even when demanding this from Liam you had realized there was no chance you could have sex with one another and it be no strings attached. There was too much between you, too much history, and too many feelings. "You know why," you say softly, pulling the sweater over your head and stand from the edge of the bed you had once shared with him. "Please... stay, stay with me," Liam asked, as he did every time you dressed to leave. You stopped midway through pulling your boot on, still hunched over as you turned to look at him. He had stood from the bed, a first since these encounters had started almost two months ago, and was watching you with soft eyes. "Liam... I can't," you remind him, hand over your heart to symbolize the damage he had done during your break up when he had all but kicked you out. "I know... I know what I did and what I didn't do, but... I've changed. I grew up, I realized what I needed and that's you," Liam stated gently, staying in his spot as you stood up fully and stared at him. You stared at one another for several minutes, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you nod at him to continue with the speech he had obviously prepared. "I know I hurt you when I didn't stop you from leaving and I should have but, you're right. I was a little boy and I was scared; I let my father's sins stain my own heart. I'm sorry and I love you... I never stopped," Liam states, stepping closer until he can touch your bare wrist before he leans forward to press a kiss to your cheeks. "I'm sorry I stained your cheeks with your expensive makeup... I'm sorry I hurt your heart but if you give me one last chance, I promise I'll never do it again," Liam assures you, kind words and a gentle smile. He steps back after that, allows his words to sit in, and doesn't protest when you turn and leave. He spends the rest of the day in bed, paisley sheets he had never changed except to wash still covering him as he listens to the rain pelt against the windows. The movie he had been watching drones in the background and at the sound of the banging against his front door, he shuts it off completely in favor of greeting his visitor. Once the door is opened, you fling yourself over the threshold and into Liam's waiting arms before pressing your lips hard to his. He stumbles back with a chuckle as you climb into his arms, knees pressing against his hips as he leans against the back of the couch as you clutch at him desperately. The front of his bare chest is damp from your wet shirt and his cheek his wet from where your tears are pressing against his skin. "Don't ruin your mascara over me love," Liam chuckles softly, honestly and you lean back enough to trace the lines of his face with your eyes. "I'm not wearing any mascara," you tell him, letting the words and their meaning wash over him until he's grinning. "I'm coming to you bare faced and natural, baring myself and falling with the hope that you'll catch me and never let me go again," you whisper against his neck, leaning into him as he clutches you against him tighter. "Promise you'll stay," Liam whispers against the hair curled around your temple and you smile against him. "Always," you whisper.

Niall: "She says she's dying and can't handle you right now," you hear Zayn explain stiffly from the doorway of his apartment. You're hunched over the toilet in his bathroom, throwing up everything you've ever eaten in your entire life while he tries to usher Niall back down the stairs and out of the complex. "I'm not leaving until I see that she's alright," Niall snaps, arms crossed in a way that Zayn knows means he's serious. Zayn sighs and rolls his eyes, crossing his own arms so he crowds the doorway and the two begin a stare down for the history books. "It's alright Zayn," you say in a hoarse whisper from the doorway of the bathroom, using the doorframe to hold as a brace as you lean against it tiredly. Niall throws a glare at Zayn before he pushes past him, walking towards you slowly with a shopping bag in hand. "I... I, uh brought you a few things to help with the hangover," Niall admits sheepishly, holding the bag up for your inspection. "Can you take me home? I don't want to do this here," you question sleepily, nodding to where Zayn has placed himself in the mouth of the hallway. Niall nods and helps you gather your things, jealously fuming from the doorway as you thank Zayn with a grateful kiss to his structured cheek. At some point in time on the way to your apartment you fall asleep, passed out against the window as Niall turns the radio down and continues on the path he knows by heart. You wake a few hours later, swaddled in a light blanket with reruns of Friends softly playing in the background. You groggily blink a few times, laying on your back before the urge to vomits hits and you bounce out of bed and hurry into the bathroom. You've just collapsed to your knees, retching over the toilet when Niall's cool fingers gather your long hair into a ponytail as he begins the routine of pinning your bangs back so you can throw up without worrying about your hair. "Go away... I don't want you to see this," you groan in embarrassment, hiding your face in the crook of your arm and Niall chuckles from his spot on the side of the tub. "You're still beautiful," he assures you, rubbing your back until you're done being sick. He carries you back to bed and tucks you in, leaving a glass of water at your bedside before he retreats back to the living room as you fall asleep again. You don't reawaken until the early hours of the next morning, the TV still softly droning on in the living room telling you that Niall is still present. "Why are you still here?" You question from the mouth of the hallway, leaning against the wall as he looks up at the sound of your voice. "You were sick," Niall states like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "What about Holly?" You question stiffly, arms crossed and Niall shrugs. "What about her?" "Isn't she worried about you and angry that you're here with me, alone?" You retort at his words and he shrugs again. "She should be," he states in a way that tells you he isn't that concerned with Holly's feelings. "I saw you two together last night," you shout, hand clutching at your throat when it protests painfully. "Yeah... I was with her but... not like you think. I realized a few things after you broke up with me," Niall explains, leaning back against the couch and his carefree attitude about everything continues to annoy you; that much hadn't changed in the time you'd been apart. "You're one of a kind, there's no one like you. There's no one that can make me feel like you do and I was stupid enough to think anyone could. I'm not denying that I'm an asshole and a damn cunt for cheating, because I am, but I never stopped loving you. I've never had anyone love me like you, with their whole heart and maybe that scared me. You've never been enough for your mother and I've never been enough for anyone. Until you and like a scared little boy I let some girl from my past ruin that. I won't say I'm sorry because those are just words and they don't cover what I did," Niall says slowly, letting his words wash over and sink in. "I wasn't your only one, I wasn't the only one you wanted then," you remind him, hand over your empty stomach and Niall gives you a sad grin. "You're all I want now, all I want tomorrow and the days after. I fuck up, it's kind of my thing. I realize now, that you're my hearts only desire. You're everything I've ever wanted and then some. I know you're scared and confused and angry but... I promise, I'm not that guy from my office six months. I'm not him and I'll never be him again," Niall promises, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he wrings his fingers together. "Ok, but... no Holly, not now not ever again," you demand, holding a finger up and gives you a sheepish smile. "I'm also an asshole because I knew you'd be there last night and I wanted to make you jealous, jealous enough to do something stupid like I knew you would so I could sweep in a save you. But, Zayn beat me to it," Niall admits and you roll your eyes before glaring at him. "I honestly haven't talked to her since the day of the breakup, until yesterday when I asked her to come with me. Not Holly, not any other girl ever again. That's a promise I can keep," Niall assures you, slowly wrapping his arms around you before you slap him on the chest. "So violent," he teases pressing a kiss to your temple and you chuckle against his neck. "Just wait and see," you promise with a chuckle, slapping him again for good measure before you return to your room to fall back asleep. This time with Niall at your side, though you do place a body pillow between you two as your first act of many punishments to come.

Louis: "I'm pretty sure he dropped that Katie girl," your roommate announces across the couch to you as she scrolls through her favorite celebrity gossip website. "Thanks for telling me?" You say, unsure of her motives. "Okay don't even act like that. Don't think I forgot how you ran after him when he was here a few months ago." Her explanation brought every feeling from that moment back to you and you quickly get up from the couch and walk to the kitchen not wanting to address those emotions. "There's a match tonight," she says loudly, quickly changing the subject. "And?" You question, poking your head around the corner. "And...we haven't used the season tickets I renewed yet." "Why would I go?" "Because you love football and I love football and you aren't going to let any big shot get in the way of that." You stand in the doorway to think. It had been almost an entire year since you had moved back in and she had been there with you every day. You felt a little guilty for clearly imposing like you had and make up your mind. "Fine." She smiles at your response and gets up from the couch. "It isnt like he's going to be in the stands anyways." This way true, he never sat in the stands while the two of you were together which meant he surely wouldn't be back down there now. You take the next few hours to prepare yourself to walk back into Old Trafford since moving out of Louis's house. "Ready?" She asks from your doorway. You stare deep into your reflection in the full length mirror and realize that it is time to face this part of your life. You nod and follow her out of the apartment. The two of you make your way to the seats you had been sitting in when you had met Louis for the first time. The memories are harder to take than you expect. "You okay?" She turns around to ask. You push the memories away and nod, sliding through the aisle to take your seat. You look out over the pitch and your eyes begin to water. "Big breaths," she reminds you, taking your hand in hers with a comforting squeeze. Once you are able to relax your surroundings seem manageable. You notice the rest of your aisle is standing up as another fan shuffles to the open seat in your row, the one beside you. Your roommate stands up and you go to follow but your eyes stop you. "What are you doing here?" You question, remaining in your seat as Louis steps over your legs and sits in the empty seat beside you. "This is my team babe," he answers. "What are you doing down here?" You asks more specifically. "This is my seat. I have sat here every match since you left in the hopes that one day you would come back to watch the team." His explanation causes physical pain in your chest. "That's ridiculous." "Is it?" His blue eyes starred straight through you. "Are you alright?" Your roommate asks and you turn to her and nod. "I'm going to go get something to eat," she tells you and the thought of being here with Louis, again, was uneasy. You nod though and she gets up and walks away. You turn back to him and he is smiling. "Don't." "Don't what?" "Don't smile like that." "Like what? This is my usual smile I'm pretty sure." You roll your eyes and face the pitch. "You can't ignore me. You're stuck with me for the entire match." You turn to him, your eyes starting to water. "Have you really been here every match?" He nods and a tear falls from your eye. He reaches to brush it away but you stop him. "Why?" You choke. "Because I love you whether you want to believe that or not. I have loved you every day since this moment almost three years ago." You blink and more tears begin to fall. "Why are you crying?" You take a moment to gather your emotions before answering. "I miss you." He says nothing as his arm stretches around you, bringing you into him. His familiar smell calms you and you pull back. "I need you," he says before you can get anything out. "But your lies..." is all you can get out before your emotions stop you. "I don't even know why I acted like that. I was partying too much and I didn't want you to leave me because of that but I guess I didn't think about that lying. I'm sorry. I really am, you deserve so much more than that and I just..." You press your lips to his, interrupting his apology. His arms wrap around you tightly making you realize that in his arms is where you were meant to be.

Zayn: You stand in front of the elevator of his apartment complex and sigh deeply before pressing the button to head up to his floor. With the combination of your now hectic work schedule and just not wanting to it had taken you about eight months to pack up the things Zayn had left at your house. Today though felt like a good day to return the large box. As the elevator doors open you step out onto his floor and the familiarity brings back every memory and emotion you had tried to suppress since rushing out the night he had said he was done with you. It had taken you more steps than usual to reach his door and as you stand face to face with the bright gold numbers on the dark wood your eyes begin to water. You knock slowly on the door and step back. You wait a few moments and knock again, he had either not heard you or had seen you through the peephole and was ignoring you. You sigh after waiting for a few minutes and decide to sit the box in front of the door and hope for the best. "What are you doing?" A voice says from behind you. You turn to notice Zayn walking from the direction of the elevator. His presence hindered your ability to speak leaving you only able to stare. "Are these my things?" He asks, looking down at the box you had just sat in the floor. You nod. "Oh. Okay, well, thank you I guess." You smile slightly but let your head fall quickly, your eyes locking on the pattern of the hallway carpet. "You look really good," he says softly. You look up and his deep brown eyes weaken your stance. "Allllright," he says, grabbing you by the waist before you collapse in front of him. "Let's go inside." He unlocks the door, his other arm still firmly holding you up. "Are you alright? I remember the same thing happening at the restaurant a few months back." "I must be dehydrated," you lie, hoping he would buy it. He goes to the fridge and brings you back a Gatorade to help you with your 'dehydration'. He goes back to the door and brings in the box you had brought with you, sitting it on the coffee table in front of the couch he had sat you on. He sits down on the other side of the couch and looks at you softly. "How is everything?" "It's fine," you respond, taking a sip of the purple sports drink. "I've been trying to keep up with the fashion magazines and you've been in them a lot." His words confused you. "Why would you be keeping up with the fashion industry?" "To keep up with you." He leaves you no time to respond before he is already explaining himself. "I have been in and out of doctor's offices and therapy sessions trying to manage my emotions. I was in a really bad place when we got together but you made everything so much better. I just needed a little more outside help to get back on the normal side." You take a moment to let everything he was saying sink in. "And are you back on the normal side?" You inquire. "They took me off of my depression medication two days ago because of the progress I was making. I read in the magazines about all of the success you are having and it puts me at ease with everything and all I can do is smile. Even though we aren't together you still make me better." His words bring so much joy to your heart, so much so that you allow a smile to spread across your face "I've missed that," he responds, allowing himself to lean in closer to you. "I've missed you," you tell him. "I can't go a day without thinking about how much I miss you in my life. Everything happened so suddenly and it was so hard to cope. I had to request an office in the main building so that I would be forced to leave the house." His heart begins to break at your explanation. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, especially not that much. I was so selfish. I needed time for myself so that I could figure everything out to make sure my life was in the right place so that I could give you everything you deserve from every part of me, but I shouldn't have acted like I did. I am so sorry." You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and his arms immediately latch around your waist. "Don't ever leave me," you say softly into his ear. "Never."