Harry: The day was fast approaching, the one where you left and Harry was once again alone. You'd slowly been packing your things for the past week, hoping to get all your things in order before returning home from your summer abroad. Harry's standing in the apartment you had subleased for the summer, glancing around at the things that had never really belonged to you; him included. You watch him from your spot in the kitchen, watching as he takes in the pictures you had returned to their rightful places and this place has never felt more unlike home. "So... this is it then" Harry asks, nodding to the Vera Bradley weekender bag by the door and you nod. "Somehow... three months didn't seem like that long" he mumbles, stuffing his hands in his pockets to lean back against the couch but thinks better of it at the last moment. "We both knew this day was coming so... let's not be sad" you remind him and Harry chuckles, looking up from the spot he'd been staring at to shrug his shoulders. "But... it's ok to be a little sad right?" he questions and you ponder the question for a moment before nodding. "Ok... then I'm a little sad" Harry admits and you smile softly. "Me too Haz" you whisper but he shakes his head. "Don't... call me that, it just makes this harder" he starts and all you can do is nod "Don't... make promises we can't keep. I'm not going to promise to call and neither are you; I'm not going to promise to write because, let's be honest... I'm shit at that and while you're not, you're not going to promise to write because you know I probably won't return them" he finishes and while his words appear harsh, you can't help but agree. You had both agreed that the thing you had would only last for the summer and after that, you would both go your separate ways and that would be that. "Goodbye Harry... thank you, for an amazing London holiday" you whisper against his cheek as you both stand on the curb, cabbie waiting patiently in the black car Harry had arranged for you. "Can you... will you promise that you won't forget this summer?" Harry questions quietly and you smile softly at him, reaching up to caress his cheek gently before running your fingers through his soft curls one last time. "I couldn't, even if I tried. Can you promise you won't forget this summer?" you ask, leaning into the hand that's cupping your cheek and he grins. "Couldn't even if I tried" he tells you, placing one last kiss to your happy lips before putting you in the car. He tapped the top of the car and stepped away, watching as the black car took you away to the airport and away from him.

Liam: You had enjoyed the warm summer air of Fiji for the summer with your girlfriends. A week into your vacation you had met Liam, handsome and sweet as ever and a whirlwind summer romance had begun. Liam was kind and caring but hot and sexy at the same time. He had convinced you to stay on the island with him for the remainder of the summer, ensuring your friends you would be fine and would keep in touch. Somehow, you couldn't say no so you stayed. You hide away from the world and anyone looking to find the pop star, spending your days by the ocean and nights in your cabana. It's the morning of your last day, the day you'll be leaving the island to go your separate ways. You're laying in the large bed, spread out amongst the white sheets when Liam enters from the patio. "Enjoy your swim?" you ask, rolling over to lay on your side as he crawls onto the bed to greet you with a kiss. "Yes but sad this is the last morning swim I'll have" he admits, laying on his stomach with his head on his folded arms and he grins. You look at him, trying to memorize him like this; carefree and happy. "Don't do that" he says quietly, reaching out to swipe strands of your hair over your shoulder. "Do what?" you question quietly, looking to where your bags have been packed by the door with his standing beside them. "Try to memorize everything... just, let this be what it is. A happy morning, like all the rest" he reminds you, leaning over to press a kiss to your nose. "Don't look at me like this is the last time we'll see each other" he adds and you raise an eyebrow at him. "It's not like I'm not going to think of you every time I see the ocean or a beach. Or when I hear a ukulele" Liam answer and you turn your head to him, glancing at him underneath the early morning sun and you smile. "Or when you see a pink bikini" you giggle, curling into his side and Liam lifts his arm so you can press as close to him as possible. "Or the color in general" Liam chuckles, nuzzling your nose with his as you tangle your legs with his and hitch a leg over his hips. "I will miss you though" you say softly and Liam nods. "I'll miss you... and this place," he responds just as softly, shifting to his back so he can hold you until it's time to leave.

Niall: The car ride to the Dublin airport is silent. Niall is behind the wheel, drumming a tune on the steering wheel and you've come to realize it's a nervous habit. "Stop" you say quietly, reaching over to pull one of his hands into yours and he sighs. "Traffic is so boring" he averts, glancing out the window at the dead stopped traffic that surrounds the Land Rover. It had been a chore for him to leave the hotel but he had been adamant about taking you to the airport but trying to keep his fans from finding out, was taxing. There had been a crowd of girls in the lobby of your hotel that morning, gathering when they heard word that Niall was there. It had prompted the two of you to take the service elevator and a back entrance to the car Stanley had retrieved upon Niall's request. "Niall" you sigh, looking at him from the corner of you eye and he stiffens. "I don't want to talk about it" he tells you, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand and you nod. "I feel like a kid again, wishing summer would never end" he admits honestly and you chuckle. "I know what you mean... I used to think going back was the worst thing ever and, well, I haven't grown out of that yet" you tell him, lulling your head to stare at his profile. "You know... I basically live in London, which is only hop/skip/and a jump from Oxford" he finally says, breathing life to the words he'd been thinking ever since meeting you in Ireland four months ago. "Niall... I thought, you didn't want that?" you question and he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm just saying, you're always be my summer love but... I'll be in London next month, you'll be in London, and we'll be in the same place together, again" he rambles and you cut him off with a kiss. "I'm just saying, if you showed up at my dorm I wouldn't be upset" you assure him and even though you're both breaking the original ground rules of your summer romance, you find that you weren't one to follow rules in the first place.

Louis: This was turning out to be harder than you had thought. Packing up all of your things in an empty hotel room was not exactly how you had planned on spending the last day of your summer fling. Yet here you were, sitting in the middle of the floor folding all of your clothes and packing them up. It had been the best summer of your life without a doubt, but you knew this day would come. You had promised yourself to not get attached to the life that Louis had offered to provide you with over the past three months. Unfortunately for you though, you had gotten quite used to the hotel life, parties, concerts every night. It was a life you had never dreamed of. You certainly were not expecting to be brought into such a lifestyle when you had accidently bumped into him at Starbucks the very first day of your summer break. You had spent the last three months traveling around with Louis and his bandmates, almost completely unnoticed by the fans and media. Only a few times did you have to use back entrances of venues and hotels. You had gotten good at changing up your look so that if you were seen in the backgrounds of photos it was less likely for you to be recognized. "You almost ready love?" You hear from the other side of the door. It was Preston, he was in charge of taking you back to the airport since Louis was going to be in interviews for the day. "Yeah, almost finished," you say loudly, still sitting in the floor. "Alright, I will be back in fifteen minutes," he calls. You look around at all of things you still had yet to pack up, and you were not almost finished. You had been packing at a very slow pace. There were too many thoughts going through your head at the moment, ones that had nothing to do with how to pack. You get up out of the floor once all of your clothes have been put up. You walk over to Louis's side of the bed and sit for a moment. There was nothing you could do now. You had made a promise at the beginning of this that in three months it would be over, and it would end, with no questions. It was ending, with no questions. You had never said goodbye to him. Louis had made sure to leave before you had any chance of waking up. This was better you suppose. The two of you never talked about how this last day was going to go, so silence was probably the best. You're putting everything by the door when Preston is back and knocking. "Coming," you say just loud enough for him to hear. You walk into the bathroom, trying your best to ignore the reflection starring back at you. Leaning into the mirror, you leave your goodbye in red lipstick. This was the best summer of your life, one you would never forget.

Zayn: "Remember when we...." "Don't!" You interrupt. He stops and hangs his head, still continuing to sit on the bed as you walk back and forth putting your things in their designated bags. You were already on the verge of tears and him reminiscing on all of the good times would only make this harder. You had spent the last three months living together, knowing it would never go past that. It would never turn into anything more than a summer romance, one that was easily dismissed and moved on from. Walking into the bathroom, you clear your side of the sink off, noticing the obvious nakedness it now possessed and it only hurt you. You were very aware that this was how it had to be. You were going back to the States to continue college, and he was going to continue being Zayn Malik. As you walk back into the bedroom, you notice his sad eyes. "No," you scold harshly. He opens his mouth to counter, but nothing comes out. "You're only making this harder," you tell him. "We both agreed that this was as far as we would take it." He nods his head as it falls against his chest. You never thought he would be the one to take it this hard, and that you would have to be the brave one. As you start to collect your bags, he begins to get up from the bed to help. "Stay," you insist, grabbing as many bags as you could to take down to the awaiting taxi. "Don't be ridiculous," he scoffs, walking over to help you carry your bags. "No," you say softly, as he walks closer to you, your faces inches apart. "Let me do this," you tell him, trying not to get lost in the eyes you had spent three months loving. He stares deeply into your eyes, and then backs away. You nod in gratitude and turn to take your bags outside. "I've got a few more," you tell the driver once he has loaded what you had brought out. You walk back into the house and back up to the bedroom to grab the rest of your things. Zayn has taken his place back on the bed, his feet planted firmly on the ground, his elbows resting on his knees. He doesn't look up when you walk into the room, his head remains focused on the hardwood floor. You pull the rest of your bags onto your shoulders and walk softly over to him. He only looks up once you've placed your feet between his. His head rises slowly, and he stands up to meet your gaze. "Bye," you say, trying your best to hide the emotion that had been building up. He bites his bottom lip and nods, not able to get any words out. You leave a small kiss on his cheek, regretting it instantly. You quickly turn and head out of the bedroom, as tears begin to stream down your face.