Harry: The hustle and bustle of downtown London sounds on in the background as you unpack your bedroom. The clanging coming from the kitchen lets you know that Harry is in fact putting away your big box full of kitchen necessities and you smile at his effort. Your recently purchased apartment is slowly taking shape but not quick enough for you. You'd been at it for hours, opting to do everything in one day as opposed to dragging it out over the week Harry had taken off. Things had gotten easier between you both; you had learned to delegate more tasks to your trusted employees and Harry had agreed to take every Friday off in order to spend that time with you. You hadn't asked him to do so but Harry was adamant about taking the time off and you weren't going to argue. You're lost in thought staring at your things when Harry's inked arms wrap around your middle and his nose nuzzles the side of your neck before he presses a kiss to the skin beneath his lips. "The more I see you, the more I really like this hair cut," Harry teases softly and you give a short chuckle before leaning back into his embrace. The snow had started to gently fall outside your window, the glass starting to fog in protest from the cool air outside and the warm air inside. "Do you think they'll like me?" you question quietly, tipping your head back against his shoulder and Harry gives you a reassuring smile. "They'll love you," he assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your makeup free cheek. "Hurry up now, or we'll never be done in time to leave on Friday," he teases with an easy smile and slap to your bottom before he takes off to finish unpacking the kitchen before moving on to his next task. Soon enough your apartment is finished, things placed in their correct place and it finally starts to look like home by the end of the week. Granted that could be due to the fact that Harry is sleeping soundly on your couch, long body sprawled out against the navy cushions and he looks so relaxed. Some of his things are scattered about your apartment, his things mixing in with yours and it all looks and feels right. "Harry, love... we have to get going if we're going to make it to your mothers on time," you say softly, fingers combing through his curls. You smile softly when he pushes his head into your hand and his eyes lazily blink open. He helps you gather the gifts you had bought, placing them in the hatchback of his black Land Rover before he helps you into the passenger's seat. The three hour drive is the most nerve wrecking three hours of your life and when Harry finally pulls up to his childhood home, you're more than reluctant to get out of the vehicle. "Get out of the car," Harry sighs for the tenth time but you shake your head stubbornly. "I changed my mind, I don't want to meet them yet," you pout, gasping when Harry reaches into the car and lifts you from it to set you onto the driveway. "I drove three hours for this Christmas dinner, you're meeting my family now get in the house," Harry tells you with finality and you narrow your eyes at him but do as he says. The door opens suddenly, a beautiful middle-aged brunette woman with a warm smile stands there bright eyes. "My baby," she coos softly, arms wrapping around Harry's neck as he bends to give his mother a proper hello and if he squeezes her a little too long, you would never tell. "This must be her, the girl," she says with such fondness any nerves you had were quashed with that statement. She wraps you in her arms and you think, this must be what it's like to have a mom. For all she's worth, your mother will never be a mom. "I've been waiting a very long time to meet you, to meet the girl that stole my sons heart... come in, come in, it must cold out there," she shoos, taking your hand in hers to lead you into the warm home before she introduces you to everyone gathered in the entry way. His stepfather ushers you into the living room, intent on showing you the collection of rare collectable ornaments he'd collected over the years and his older sister tags along. "She's very lovely," Harry's mother whispers, leaning in the doorway with her son at her back. "She's pretty great," he responds, pressing a kiss to the back of Anne's head as the two of them watch as you listen to Robin re-tell a story you're sure he's told a thousand times. "I think Robin might have found a new love," Gemma teases, elbowing Harry later that night as Robin takes the ornament you had been eyeing the whole night off the tree and passes it to you with an affectionate smile. "I couldn't," you try to stammer, passing the ornament back but Robin's hands cover yours. "Please dove, take it. You've put up with Harry long enough not to get some reward," he teases, a twinkle in his eyes that tells you he thinks of Harry as his own. "It's beautiful, just like you," Harry says softly, pressing a kiss to your jaw and you've never felt more at home.

Liam: You're waiting at the music store for Liam to finish up with a costumer. Andy is lurking in the back, intent on avoiding you at all costs and you're more than fine with that. You've not spoken since your drunken encounter and while part of you misses his friendship, the other part feels immensely guilty every time you see him and Liam together. After what seems like hours, Liam emerges from his office with a tired look in his eyes. A smile creeps onto his face when he sees you at the register, helping a costumer before handing her the music book she'd just purchased with a smile. "I might have to put you on the pay-roll," Liam teases, hand rubbing at the scruff of facial hair growing on his jaw and you shrug your shoulders with a teasing smile. "Isn't that illegal, paying people you sleep with?" You tease, leaning against the glass counter as Liam does the same. His muscle bulge underneath the black Henley he'd decided to wear that morning and you once against question if he knows what he does to you when he wears black. He's been doing it more lately, wearing all black and every time you see him looking every inch the bad boy he appears to be all you want to do is jump him. "I'd go to jail for you," Liam responds gruffly, pressing a hard kiss to your lips that takes your breath away and causes your stomach to drop at his tone. "Come now, time to go home poppet," Liam reminds you, chuckling softly at the dazed look in your eyes. He pulls you around the counter; mindful of the sky-high ankle booties you're wearing. "Andy, you wanna lock up for me mate?" He questions, already tossing the extra key to his long time friend. You glance at the blond in question over Liam's shoulder as he buttons the front of your wool coat up and Andy catches your eye. "Sure mate, no problem," Andy stammers, causing Liam to glance over his shoulder at the man. "What's with you lately, you're so jittery?" Liam questions, tugging his own black coat on and Andy just shrugs. "Stressed, with the club and everything... I'm fine," Andy lies, watching as his best mate pulls on the beanie he'd bought him and the knot in Andy's stomach grows. "He's fine, so let's go," you suggest, tugging on Liam's inked hand to pull him out into the freezing air of a London winter. "Shit," Liam chokes, breath caught in his throat at the temperature looking back to find you shivering on the sidewalk. "I can't make my legs work," you stammer out, teeth chattering loudly and Liam finds it difficult to understand what you're saying. He gives you a wide smile and sweeps you up into his arms, spinning once for the added effect before carrying you to his car. Half an hour later he has you pressed against the black cushions of his couch, knee pressed between your legs as he nips at your neck. He'd lost the black Henley almost immediately once the front door had shut and you'd gotten your hands on him. Your heels are tossed somewhere against the hardwood floor and your black stockings quickly follow. Your underwear is the next thing to go, Liam's long fingers hidden beneath the heavy fabric of your bubble skirt when there's a knock at the front door. He groans in annoyance, fingers continuing their trail up your smooth thigh and he opts to ignore the intrusion. "Liam, I know you're home... remember about our dinner?" a voice calls and Liam pulls back sharply, over estimating the force and he topples off the couch with a loud thud. "Liam, are you alright?" a male voice calls and you watch as Liam searches for his shirt. "It's my parents," he tells you sharply, pulling his shirt over his head as your eyes widen. Liam had been planning a perfect time for you to meet his parents but you somehow think this was not the time he had planned. "Mom, Jim... hi," he breathes out with a smile, throwing the door open as you stand from the couch to face the front door. "Is this the bird you've been telling us about non-stop for a year?" The older woman questions, waiting for Liam to lead her to you and you give a nervous smile. "Mom, this is Y/N... Y/N this is my mom and her boyfriend Jim," Liam introduces, catching sight of your hot pink panties by the edge of the couch and he quickly steps on them before kicking them underneath the black couch. "We brought food," Jim introduces, eyes washing over you in a judging manner before he goes into the kitchen. "It's nice to finally meet you, Liam's told me so much about you! And he told me all about how you first met, it's so romantic!" She exclaims and you find yourself questioning just what Liam told his mother about your first encounter. "What's so romantic about their first encounter? It was love at first sight for him but she made him work for it... seems kind of high class to me," Jim cracks, poking his head around the corner of the kitchen wall and Liam rolls his eyes. "Well I think it's romantic all the same, she knew what she wanted so she made him work for it... unlike some girls we know," Karen responds, a look passing between her and Liam that leads you to believe they must be talking about one of his exes. The exes you've never spoken of. "Just the same," Jim mumbles and you watch as Liam disappears into the kitchen leaving you with his mother. The dinner is pleasant yet awkward as Jim won't speak to you and his mother is overly friendly. The pair leave two hours after they'd arrived and you're in tears by the time the front door shuts. "Poppet, don't cry... he's a harsh fellow, it takes several times for him to warm up to someone," Liam tries to assure you but you just sob louder. "I'm sure he'll warm up to you by Christmas time," Liam soothes, fingers carding through your hair once your tears had subsided. "I want them to like me, and he hates me," you remind him and Liam chuckles. "He called me a worthless thug the first time he met me... and he loves me know, so ... only blue skies from here," Liam tells you with a chuckle but stops when he sees the annoyed look in your eye before you storm off to the bedroom.

Niall: You glance up from the suitcase you're packing to find Niall in the same chair he'd been in all morning. He sat silently in the oversized chair, staring at the cloudy London skyline with a frown marring his beautiful face. You'd been with him the night before when his mother had called to tell him of his grandmother's passing and you couldn't tell if he was dealing with it or not. He'd sat down in the chair and there he had stayed. You had booked a flight back to Ireland and taken care of the packing while Niall dealt with the death silently. "Niall... do you wanna maybe shower before we leave?" You question softly, coming to stand in front of him but Niall doesn't seem to notice you. "Ni... baby, are you alright?" You question, crawling into his lap to press your fingertips to his jaw to force him to look at you. He blinks a few time, vision clearing as he glances up at you. "What, yeah... I'm fine. I'll just, take a quick shower before we leave," Niall assures you, lifting you in his arms as he stands and sets you on the edge of the bed before he makes his way into the bathroom. He doesn't shut the door and you wait until you hear the water running before you strip out of your own clothes and join him in the hot mist of the shower. "I'm so sad for you," you mumble against the tense muscles of his back. You had learned long ago after losing your own grandparents that saying "I'm sorry for you loss," was the last thing anyone mourning wanted to hear. "I know, me too," Niall responds sadly, hands clasping at yours desperately before he presses a wet kiss to your knuckles. You squeeze him tightly, thinking if you squeeze hard enough you can take some of his pain away and you hope the gesture lets him know he's not alone. He turns so he can wash his hair before his fingers are lathering your own hair with shampoo and you let him take care of you. You leave the house less than an hour later, locking the door behind you as Niall takes a seat in the back of the car you had called. His hand grips yours hard, hoping to convey that he's thankful for your presence without having to say the words. He's not good at words and you think you're beginning to see why. Words make things real and once things are real, there's no taking it back. You arrive in Dublin later that night and Niall gives directions to the hotel you're staying in because Niall had refused to subject you to his brother. The next morning is the funeral and you watch as Niall dresses in a crisp black suit and tie and you know he must feel so confined in the clothes he'd had delivered to the hotel room. Your hand never leaves his as you enter the small church and immediately you spot a small blonde woman that could be no one other than Niall's mother. "My baby boy," she cries softly, arms encasing him in her comfort but he continues to grip your hand tightly. After a moment, his grip on you loosens and he allows his mother's comforting words to wash over him as he hugs her back. "It's... lovely to meet you my dear, I just wish it was under different circumstances," Maura tells you with a motherly smile you've never seen from your own mother and you let her gather you in a hug. "I'm so sad for you,' you tell her gently and she gives you a grateful smile. "I'm so tired of people telling me how sorry they are for my loss, it doesn't comfort me in the slightest," she tells you, patting your cheek lovingly before her eyes wander to where Niall is standing silently beside the casket. "He's a silent man, much like his father. He doesn't talk much about his emotions but his gran could always get him to talk. He was her favorite; she really couldn't stand how Greg put our little potato down. She had a special place in her heart for Niall and all his tattoos," Maura tells you softly, squeezing your hand before she wanders back to the front of the church. You sit silently beside Niall throughout the eulogy, rubbing comforting circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. When the ceremony is over, Niall doesn't move to stand and you notice that neither does his father. "My boy... you know she would have hated you wearing that suit," Bobby chuckles; slapping Niall on the back gently and you notice Greg has to bite his tongue not to respond. Niall gives a half smile and shrugs while standing to give his last goodbye. A simple swipe of his fingers over the casket and a short kiss to the wood before he holds his hand out to you to guide the both of you back to the car. "This place always feels like home," Niall tells you while standing in the kitchen of his grandmother home and you smile because it's the first thing he's said since leaving London.

Louis: "I will only be a minute," he tells you in the driveway of his mom's house. You sit patiently in the car as you watch him walk through the front door and disappear behind it. It had never even been brought up on the drive that he would be stopping by to drop some things off so you didn't feel obligated to join him. As he had promised he was out the front door within moments. You watch as he walks to your door instead of his. "She is insisting," he tells you after opening your door. You take a deep breath to subside your nerves. You knew there was a slim chance of you getting out of this situation without having to go inside and of course the outcome was leaving you very uneasy. You could only imagine the kind of family a person like Louis would come from so trying to prepare for this time in your relationship was hopeless. He brought them up only when necessary, discussing past events, and things of that nature that they were present for. However, he wasn't very detailed in their personalities or anything that really described them as actual people in his life. You smile and nod at him and step out of the car, taking his hand as he leads you to the front door. You knew his family was large so you had no idea how many of them you would be greeted by. Without hesitation he opens the front door and allows you to step in first. He nods towards the kitchen and you follow his instruction. "There she is," the lady at the sink announces with a smile, his mother obviously. She approaches you with open arms, the bright smile still stretching across her face. "It is so nice to meet you dear." Louis clearly hadn't told her about all of the drama that had went down between the two of you only a few months prior. That surely would have made her less welcoming. Regardless you return the smile, your arms wrapping around hers. "You as well, this is a lovely home you have." "We have Louis to thank for that. Apparently they give you a lot of money for babysitting football players these days," she remarks with a chuckle. "Please, please sit down and stay for a bit, the girls are all out with Dan and I've been wanting some company," she insists, pulling out a chair by the breakfast bar. "We weren't planning on staying, (Y/N) has a job interview in London tomorrow morning so we were going to try and get down there as early as possible," Louis explains. "Oh don't be ridiculous, London isn't that far away, plus you just got here," she pleads, knowing she would get her way. Louis' head falls in defeat as his shoulders shrug. He turns to head out of the kitchen, leaving you to get to know the woman that raised him. "So what's the interview for?" She asks almost as soon as his feet leave the kitchen tiles. "Lead analyst in finances at the Google headquarters," you answer, still not believing you had actually landed an interview with such a large company. "Finance? Louis didn't mention you were into finance." "That's because he didn't know I was until a few weeks ago," you respond with a smile as you think back to the moment when you told him that you were qualified to be more than just a manager at a football store. "So you worked at a football shop with a finance degree?" She questions, unsure of you career decisions. "Well I love football and I really enjoy working there. I like finance as well but couldn't really find a place where I thought I would enjoy until this opening came up." Your explanation eased her slightly. "What did Louis say when you told him all of this?" "He was surprised that I had never brought up my degree but really excited about the opportunity." Her face brightens. "You really have changed his life," she says, her eyes beginning to gloss over with tears. "I can't thank you enough for that. And for being there for him with all of the drama he has been going through with that ex of his. Your support is what is keeping him strong through all of it and I honestly can't thank you for it." You can't help but shed a tear as you wrap your arms around her in comfort. "I promise to do all I can to help him in any way he needs me," you say to her, your eyes locking. "You are such a lovely young lady, thank you." You nod and pull her in once again to show her that you meant every word of your promise to always take care of her son.

Zayn: Your heart was just beginning to come back down to a normal pace. You had just completed your first fashion show as director and you hadn't taken the time to even stop moving for a solid eleven hours. "The show was great tonight babe," Zayn says, clutching your waist as he leaves a kiss on your cheek. "Thanks," you respond with a big smile and a sigh of relief. "I never knew I could handle so much chaos. I'm not sure how I'm still here." "This is where you were meant to be, you love doing this kind of thing. How many times have you told me you were ready to direct a fashion show if Sarah would just give you the chance?" You smile at him, so thankful for his support. "I brought along a few people with me tonight. I wanted to show them how great you were." Your eyes widen as he steps back and allows his mother and sister to walk up to you. "You did a fantastic job," his mom greets. "Thank you so much." You certainly weren't expecting to meet family members tonight and your exhaustion was only adding to the uncomfortable situation. "How long will it take you to wrap up here?" Zayn asks. "I wanted the four of us to go out for dinner." You nod and think about his question. "I think I can get away, just let me make sure it is okay with everyone else." You head backstage to get confirmation that it was alright that you end your night early to go out. "Is that his mother?" Sarah asks. You nod as the both of you peek out from backstage. "You didn't mention that she was coming?" "That's because I didn't know." "Oh, well that was nice of him to spring this on you. That's his sister I'm assuming?" "One of them, yes." "Hmm, well go on and have fun, but make sure you are back in the office tomorrow morning to tell me how it all went." "Yeah, hopefully there won't be much to tell you," you respond, gathering your things and heading back out to Zayn. "All ready," you announce with smile, taking Zayn's hand. You aren't able to question Zayn about his choice of guest on the to the restaurant seeing as his mom and sister were in the back seat, but you definitely would have a lot to talk about once the two of you were back at his apartment. Once at dinner you realize you would be sharing more information with Sarah than you thought. "So what do you think about Zayn making less money than you?" His mother questions almost as soon as you are seated. Your eyes grow wide as you fumble for any sort of word to answer her question. She sees your struggle and she continues. "I mean, it isn't necessarily a bad thing, but how have you all dealt with the financial situation. Surely you are the one buying most of the things in this relationship." Your shock, you were certain, was blatant on your face. "I'm not sure I have ever really thought about that," you respond honestly. "Oh sure you have, if you are going to be in Zayn's life you can be honest with me." "Mom," he interrupts, his voice full of force. "Well I can honestly say it has never crossed my mind. We are both happy with where we are in life and in our finances and so money has never been an issue." "Well I don't believe that but okay." There was only a short break before she continued her questioning. "How do you plan on handling his emotions?" You weren't sure why she had decided to take this moment, after the biggest night of your life, to quiz you on your relationship with her son, but nevertheless you obliged and continued trying to answer, after all she was his mother. "Well I think he is doing a great job on his own in that area. Of course I am always here for him if ever he needs a little extra help, but I think for the most part he has everything under control." You turn to him with a smile to let him know everything was alright. Not knowing whether or not your answer had satisfied his mother you turn to her still smiling. She returns your gesture as she takes a sip of her wine. Zayn squeezes your leg under the table to make you aware that his mother had completed her questionnaire, at least for now. "I'm so sorry about all of that," Zayn says apologetically once the two of you had said goodbye to his mother and sister back at his apartment. "It's fine, I wasn't expecting to be tested the first time meeting your mom, but it's fine. She loves you very much." "I wish she would show it in a different way." "She's your mother Zayn, she can't help it." You turn from the vanity once you notice him starring at you from behind. "What?" "I'm just so proud of you. Your show was awesome and then how you handled dinner, you were just amazing." You get up from the seat in front of the mirror and walk over to him. "Well what can I say? I had some great inspiration."