Harry: "Rise and sunshine poppet, we're going out for coffee," Eleanor tells you, ripping the curtains back in your bedroom. Groaning loudly in protest, you try to hide beneath the floral sheets but those are soon ripped from the bed and you have nowhere else to hide. "Get up, no more sulking," Eleanor demands, tugging on your hand until you tumble from the bed and onto the hard wood floor with a groan. "Fine, I'm up... I'm up!" You shout, dancing away from Eleanor's poking fingertips and slam the bathroom door behind you in order to shower. It's been two weeks since "the blow out" as you lovingly referred to the fight with Harry and you have yet to speak to one another. You went about your business everyday, going to work and heading home where you'd crawl into bed until you needed to be up the next morning. "Ed says that Harry's signed a new band... they're actually really good," Eleanor informs you as you dress in leggings and a stripped oversized sweater and boots. "I didn't ask," you remind her with a pointed glare and she shrugs. "You set me up, you little bitch!" you whisper harshly, trying to turn out of the coffee shop when you see Harry sitting at a table with Ed. He looks less than thrilled to see you, initially but once he takes you in... his face breaks out into a sad grin. "You little ginger bastard," you hear him tease Ed, standing once you and Eleanor have approached the table. Ed and Eleanor greet with a sweet kiss before making up a lame excuse as to why they had to leave. Harry stood across from you, the table between you like a barrier before he informs you he'll buy you coffee so your trip downtown isn't wasted. You raise your eyebrow at the cup he places on the table in front you, "I'm sorry," scrawled in his messy handwriting. "That doesn't make up for what you said to me," you tell him angrily, going to snatch your coffee and leave but he grabs your hand softly. "Stay, please... I'm sorry," Harry said softly, awkwardly half way standing/sitting as he waits for you to either slap him or leave. "I'm listening," you say slowly, deciding to take a seat and let him explain. "I am, sorry," he repeated, reaching across the table for your hand and you glare at him. "Leaving you was the stupidest thing I've ever done but... I've never had a girl that looks like you want to be with me. In school, girls like you wouldn't even look my way and then suddenly... this smoking hot girl is dating me," Harry explains with a chuckle, gesturing to your appearance and you kind of want to smile at that. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry but dancing isn't my thing, I usually look like an awkward octopus flapping around and I didn't want to ruin that night for you. But, I saw you with Ed and I knew you were ok so I didn't try to push you to forgive me that night." At his words you look up, confused as to how he knew about Ed and you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. "How do you know I was with Ed that night?" you question and Harry gives you a sheepish smile. "I came back and saw Ed's car picking you up and I followed you home," he admits and you decided that that's kind of sweet. "I'm taking a pole dancing class," you say out of the blue after you'd allowed Harry to walk you home. "I figured, you called me a stripper so I might as well make it semi-true," you explain at his raised eyebrow and he chuckles. "You can't see any of my moves until I don't kind of hate you anymore," you say sternly, hiding a smile beneath your scowl before slapping his shoulder for added effect. Harry rolls his eyes and scratches the back of his inked neck before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Liam: The chatter of the music store slowly starts to die down into an awkward silence when you stumble into the main room. You take a deep breath as you look around, the employees staring at you with wide eyes before they slide their glances towards Liam. He stands against the back counter, arms crossed against his chest as he stares at you with a blank expression. Jillian, who is of course in the store, has the decency to look busy while looking over a drum kit with her son. The guitar case at your side is heavy and Liam doesn't offer to help you as you struggle to lug it to the counter. "I got it," Andy says, jumping forward to grab the case and haul it onto the counter before baking away, his eyes darting between you and Liam. "Abram broke his guitar. Figured, since I bought it here I should probably get it fixed here too," you explain, opening the case to show Liam the broken headstock and tuning pegs but Liam doesn't even glance down. Just continues staring, at you, with an indifferent look. "Ok look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry what I said and I didn't mean it. I got jealous and acted like a crazy person and I had no right to talk about what your dad did. But, can you fix his guitar? I broke it so I'd have a reason to talk to you and that's not working so I need to get this home before Abram notices it's fucked," you stammer out awkwardly, shifting on your ballet flats while staring at the shelf behind Liam's head. Silence falls between the two of you, Liam staring you down while you try to look at anything but his hard blank face and ignoring Jillian's curious glances. "Can you fix it or not? The sooner you answer me, the sooner I can get out of your way," you question, picking at the hem of your white high-low shirt. "I can fix it," Liam says simply, reaching forward to close the guitar case and you get a whiff of his cologne. You sigh softly, eyes fluttering in content as your heart races because it's been a week since you've been this close to him. He had ignored your phone calls and ignored your pounding on his door and ignored you. "This is yours," he tells you, sliding the key to his apartment you had slide under his door the day earlier and you stare at him in shock. "I don't want to get my stuff when you're not there," you tell him, sliding the key back towards him and his laughter breaks through the awkward silence following your statement. "You don't need to get your stuff, it's staying where it is. I'm not angry at you anymore, especially if you're going to break your brothers guitar... very expensive guitar, just to come in here and apologize," Liam assures you, leaning across the counter to press a kiss to your lips. "I don't understand?" You stammer, leaning back when Liam rounded the counter to wrap his arms around your waist. "Comparing me to my dad was a dick move but, I love you. I shouldn't be so defensive of Jillian, especially when she makes you uncomfortable because she's here so much. So, let's compromise: don't talk about my dad and I won't help Jillian any more?" Liam questions, ignoring the scathing look Jillian is throwing at you and you give him a bright smile. "Yeah? Ok, that's doable" you say with a smile, giggling when Andy throws his arms around the both of you in relief. "Thank god, GUYS... mom and dad made up," Andy calls loudly, huffing when Liam knocks him in the stomach.

Niall: "I see you fired Holly," you comment the next day after the blowout fight with Niall. Niall looks up from the account book on his desk before pushing the black rimmed glasses to the top of his head with a glare. "I didn't do it for you," he snaps rubbing at his tired eyes and you shrug before hoping up on the edge of his desk. "Sure," you singsong, swinging your feet back and forth while looking around his office. You notice the pictures, recent additions, of the two of you on his desk and one of you getting your first tattoo hung up on the wall next to a picture of him getting his first tattoo. "What happened?" Niall questioned, ignoring the tone of your statement while gesturing to the cast on your foot and the crutches on the floor while leaning back in his chair. "Sky-high heals and your apartment stairs aren't a good combination when one is upset," you say with a shrug of your shoulders, sticking the ugly black cast out to glare at it. "Why didn't you tell me? How'd you get to the hospital?" Niall questions quickly, leaning forward to inspect your leg and you can't fight the smile. "Zayn was coming in the building as I was coming out, he took me" you tell a concerned Niall, smiling when he pressed a kiss to the cast. "Don't you have an apology to make?" Niall stated, handing you a glass of water and you glare at him. "I most certainly do not!" You exclaim angrily, jutting your injured foot out to kick his shin and Niall's laugh fills the room. "You ruined my clothes, cut up the pillows on the couch, and bruised my face... I think that warrants an apology," Niall recounts, waving his hand in the air and you continue to glare at him. "Maybe if you hadn't hired your ex I wouldn't have felt the need to ruin all your shit in anger," you shout angrily, huffing when Niall chuckles at your antics. An awkward silence befalls the two of you, Niall staring as you refuse to yield to his demand. "Ok, maybe I should apologize for pouring bleach on your clothes and for ripping up the pillows... but, I was totally justified!" You claim loudly, hunching your shoulders as he stand with a smile. "You do not win the argument," you mumble, leaning out of his attempts to kiss you and he chuckles. "Yes dear," he mocks with a heartwarming smile, leaning in again and this time you let him. "I henceforth yield all fights and arguments to you, my fair maiden," Niall teases but even under the mock, you can tell he's serious.

Louis: You hadn't found yourself wanted to leave Harry's house since the fight between you and Louis a few days ago and he wasn't about to send you out feeling uncomfortable about going back home. He had a very busy lifestyle, just as Louis did, so lying around in an empty mansion had been nothing new for you. You hadn't felt welcome to return north so this lush guest bedroom was making do. "(Y/N)?" You hear from outside the closed bedroom door as it accompanies a knock. The house had been silent for days so the knock was startling. "Come in," you respond. Harry emerges from the door and shuts it behind him. There's a sorrowful expression covering his face and you're concerned. "Everything alright?" You ask him as he stops just shy of the foot of the bed. "Louis is here," he reveals. You sigh and sink back under the covers. "He's really apologetic." "I'm sure he is!" You respond sharply, ripping the duvet from your face and sitting up in the bed again. "Well he's down in the living room if you want to talk. I have to be at a session in a few so I'm going to have to leave." His plans displeased you and you showed it on your face. "I'm sorry love but he said he wouldn't come in unless you were ready for him to." At that he heads back towards the door, leaving you with a crooked smile as he closes the door shut behind him. You glance at your phone to see the time and wonder how long Louis he would actually stay out of the room. You decide to test his patience. You curl back into the feathered duvet and lay your head down. A nap would test his words. You awake to a room full of darkness. Your nap had turned into a second sleep. The clock on your phone showed '9:42'. You sit up and turn the lamp on the night stand on. Your room was empty. Louis had kept his word. You quietly make your way through the dark hallway and down the dimly lit stairs. You stop at the foot of the stairs as you notice Louis sitting on the couch in front of a black television. The butterflies that had been in your stomach since the beginning had never left making you aware that non of your love for him had been lost because of this. "Have you been sitting there the whole time?" You question, taking a slow step down to the hardwood floor. He nods. As you approach him you notice his eyes hinted a light shade of red. He had been crying. "I didn't think you were coming down," he admitted. "I fell back asleep once Harry left," you tell him. He slowly gets up from the couch. You stand completely still and let him approach you. He slowly takes your hand. "I'm sorry I acted like I did. I don't know what I was thinking." His apology was pretty genetic, but the pink in his eyes let you know he had been upset with himself about his behavior towards you. You say nothing as you lean into his chest and allow him to pull you in tighter with his arms.

Zayn: You crouch at the door, allowing Sophie to come to you. Once her leash is attached and you had slipped on your shoes you emerge from the house for a morning walk, a walk that usually had Zayn by your side. Today was different of course. Zayn had been silent ever since dropping you off at your house. Your phone hadn't rung and he surely hadn't come by to apologize. You head out into town with Sophie by your ankles. You hadn't been in the shopping district without Zayn in a while but Sophie was preventing you from turning around and leaving. She pulled on her leash as hard as her tiny body would allow her, dragging you further within the district. Your heart begins to beat faster as you turn the corner onto the street where you and Zayn had first met. Once the street was in full view you could see the small shop where the two of you had spent so much time at. The stoop wasn't clear though, and as Sophie brought you closer you began to realize why it was different. Zayn was sat on the small steps outside of the small store, a large bouquet of flowers beside him completely closing off the rest of the step. His head rises slowly as he senses someone approaching him. He stands up quickly upon noticing that it was you and Sophie. As he reaches his feet you notice at least five dead bouquets behind where he was sitting. He notices your confusion as you look at the deceased flowers. "Failed attempts," he says. His voice almost foreign to your ears. "You've been out here that long?" You question, recounting the piles of flowers. "I wasn't sure when you were going to come by," he reveals. "Zayn that's ridiculous," you scold. "No, how I acted the other night was ridiculous. I had to do something to make up for it." His compassion touched you, but he hadn't exactly explained his actions. "Why did you go off like that?" You question softly, avoiding contact with his deep brown eyes. "Because guys like that are who you should be with," he admits. "You should be with someone you fit with, you don't fit with me." You shake your head at his words. "What are you even talking about? Of course we fit together. We have been together for how long? We go together just fine Zayn." Your words relax his tension but you can tell he is still insecure. "Remember this?" You question, shimmying off your tennis shoe, presenting him with the permanent ink on your foot. His head falls and he nods as he remembers tattooing his artwork onto you. "That's yours. You did that." You step up to him, lifting his head so his eyes meet yours. "We fit." He smiles and brings you into him. "I'm sorry," he apologizes again.