Harry:

"Grande half caf, double shot, non-fat, two raw sugar, caramel cappuccino". Harry grabs his Starbucks, grateful to have something to warm his hands up with after the bitter cold of Winter's breeze outside. You laugh, "Anyone would think you were the girl in our relationship with that fussy order!", he mocks offense and you wrap your arms around him beneath his coat. He gives you a kiss on the nose, and you know you're forgiven. "Tall cappuccino cup". You untangle yourself from your boyfriend to grab your order, to find that someone has already taken it. "Sorry sir, but that's our order," Harry steps in, but the middle aged man looks flustered as he makes to leave the shop mumbling "Look, I'm sorry I can't help you. I am already late for work and-". You feel Harrys body tense beside you, becoming defensive, as he reaches out for the man's shoulder to turn him around. "I'm sorry sir, but that is our order,", "Look, I am in a real rush I really must-". "You seem to not understand me, that is our order. We waited in line for it. You are aware of who I am aren't you? Harry styles? One direction?". "I have no idea who you are, I'm sorry but I really must go-" the man tries to leave. But again, Harry reaches out his hand and stops him. "Clearly, because had you have known who I was you would have never taken my order in the first place. Not only am I the lead singer of the biggest band of the moment, but I assure you I have more money than you'll ever see in your lifetime. Now if you'd just hand over the drink,". This whole time you've stood staring at your boyfriend in complete shock. He was kidding right? No, wasn't kidding, that was obvious from his furious expression. The balding man had begun to mumble rushed apologies, handing over the coffee, his ears turning red from embarrassment. No way were you having this. You reached out and took the coffee from Harry, and quickly pressed it into the businessman's hands. "I'm so sorry about this, please take it, we're in no rush, we can wait for the next one" you smile apologetically, "Ignore him," you throw an annoyed look at Harry over your shoulder, "I really hope this hasn't made you too late for work,". The man smiled gratefully at you, and muttered a "Thanks miss" before rushing from the building. Without so much as a glance at Harry, you walk back up to the counter and grab the cappuccino that's waiting there, then walk straight out of the shop. "Y/N! Y/N, wait up!" Harry calls, but still, you ignore him and keep walking. He seems unaware that your annoyance is aimed at him and begins "Can you believe that man, talk about ignorant eh?". You stop so suddenly that Harry walks straight into you as you turn around to face him. "Him ignorant? You can talk, 'are you aware of who I am?'" You mock his previous comments, "I have never been so embarrassed to be with you," You glare at him, while he stares blankly back at you, clearly upset by your words. "But I was trying to get your drink back for-" he starts, but you cut him off. "I appreciate that, I appreciate that you were trying to stand up for me, even though it was just something little like a coffee. What bothers me is how you went about it, 'I'm Harry Styles and I'm richer than you'll ever be blah blah blah'. Did you not realize how ridiculous and obnoxious you sounded? I thought you were grounded, but clearly I was wrong,". You start walking again. You know your probably being a bit harsh on him, but you had never felt so mortified. "I'm sorry," he grabs you hand and spins you round so your facing him, "I am grounded, you know I am. Its just you. I get so defensive over you, I don't even think before I say anything,", he can't even meet your gaze. You place a hand on each of his cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eye. "I'm sorry, I've probably been a bit mean. You did act like an idiot though. You don't have to get protective over my coffee," you laugh, trying to lighten the mood, "I want to date Harry. Not Harry Styles. I don't care who you are, I just care about who YOU are,". He smiles, and leans down to kiss you. "Just Harry it is then," he laughs, as you walk hand in hand to the studio.

Zayn:

You walk into the apartment to find your boyfriend Zayn topless, and posing in the mirror. "What on earth are you doing?" you laugh, though you can't say you don't appreciate the view, as you head towards the kitchen to get a drink. "Do you think I'm sexy?" He calls after you, to which you just laugh even more, "What sort of question is that?". You walk back into the living room and noticed the article displayed on the open laptop. Sugarscape 2012's 100 sexiest lads. You scroll through the article and smile, "Aw babe, your third. That's great!" You smile, Zayn was always so obsessed with his looks, but obviously it paid off for him! "Last year I was first," he grumbled. Ah, so that was why you'd found him posing in the mirror. Before you could respond, he spurted out a flurry of questions: should he work out more? He could turn the spare room into a gym so he could get more working out done? Was it because of all his tattoos? Didn't the fans like the tattoos? Should he get them removed? Could I do some research on tattoo removing for him? Was it his hair? Should he grow it out? Should he shave it off? Is it because he'd been smiling more in pictures? Talking more in interviews? Was it because he was less mysterious than he was last year? Was it because this year he had a girlfriend? You cut him off right there, placing a finger on his lips to silence him. "Third place out of 100 is incredible, so stop complaining.", a smirk crosses your face, "besides, I think your the sexiest man on earth, and I'm not sure I want anyone else thinking that. Your mine!". You step on your tip toes to give him a quick kiss before winking and walking towards the bedroom, paying special attention to swing your hips more than usual. You hear him chuckle behind you, but he soon follows you into the bedroom.

Liam:

You weren't sure how much more you could take, but even this thought made you feel selfish. You knew how important the fans were for the boys, how pivotal they are in the band's success. You knew how important it was for the guys to feel like they were giving back to the fans, for Liam especially. It had been three weeks since they'd gotten home from tour, and you'd probably spent less than five hours with your boyfriend. Every time you spoke, conversation would always be brought back to the fans: did you know that the directioners all loved this picture of him? Did you know about all the fab gifs tumblr fans had made for him? Not to mention his endless twitcams. You felt guilty for even thinking it- but you didn't even feel like you had a boyfriend anymore. Friday night you got home, tired and in a horrible mood from an argument you'd had with your sister. As you were in the kitchen putting together a light dinner, Liam called out to you, "Hey Y/N, come and look at these tweets the fans have got trending about me, it's hilarious!". You ignore him, the fans were the last thing you wanted to think about right now. "Y/N, you OK?" Comes a voice from close behind you. "No, no I'm not at all", your blunt response seems to take him by surprise, but in a second you feel his arms around you, asking you what's wrong. "Are we working? Do you still want to be in a relationship with me?" You ask quietly. "What are you talking about? Of course I want to be with you, what would make you think otherwise?", he seems genuinely confused. So you explain everything to him, how you've barely spoken, your guilt for feeling the way you do. "You spend that much time on the internet looking what all the fans are saying. Even they know something's up. Don't tell me you've not seen the trends, the comments, questioning whether we're even together anymore? Even I'm asking that question,". You're both crying. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I had no idea. Its just I feel like we don't give enough back to the-" but you stop him right there. "No no no," you say shaking your head, "I'd never take you away from the fans, and your right, you should give back. Its just, they wouldn't be mad at you having a bit of a break. You need to have a life too,". "How about a lazy weekend, watching films and eating lots of takeaway? Chinese - your favourite?" He smiles, wiping away a stray tear still on your cheek. "Sounds perfect. I'm sorry, I love you". "I love you too babe".

Niall:

You were so excited - Niall was finally back from One Direction's tour in the USA. Well officially they'd been done for a week, but Niall had gone back to Ireland for a week to spend some time with his family. But today he was coming back to the flat you shared. You'd spent the past two days tidying everything, bought a new outfit - you wanted everything to be perfect. You'd spent the whole morning slaving away in the kitchen preparing Niall's favorite meal. You'd just finished setting the table when you heard the door open. In a flash you were leaping into your boyfriend's arms, kissing every part of him you could reach. "I've missed you so much babe," tears are in your eyes as he puts you back down. "Tell me about it. Next time we're on tour, I'm paying for you to come out and visit a million times," He smiles, neither of you can look away from eachother, still taking one another in. "I made your favorite food," you say in a sing song voice as you skip towards the kitchen. As you eat, you share stories of the past few months, despite your own adventures being beyond dull in comparison to his. You can't help but notice him pulling faces as he eats, so you question him. "What's wrong? Have I not cooked the chicken enough? Mine's fine..". He shakes his head, "No it's not that, it's just, you know, being on tour, in hotels and such...", he rolls his eyes, as if he assumes his point is clear. Your still confused though, "What do you mean?". "You know, these hotels we've been staying in. There good places you know," He rubs the back of his neck, "Five star and whatever, so their restaurants are like some of the best one's in the world so...". "Oh," what he's trying to say hits you like a ton of bricks, "Erm, well, I guess. Well if you don't like it, we could always order in or something..." You trail off, trying hard to not show the hurt you felt, all that time and effort you'd put in, wasted. "Nah, I know this five star restaurant just in town which is s-t-u-n-n-i-n-g! Honestly, you want to try their steaks. I'll give them a call now and see if they have a table..." And before you can respond he's gone. Your stare blankly at the wall for a while, then take both your plates into the kitchen, pushing their remains into the bin. You then set yourself to cleaning up the mountainous pile of dishes on the side - a distraction from your thoughts. Niall walks into the kitchen, "Hey - what're you doing? We can leave those for later. I've got us a table sorted, but we need to go now. We should get changed, it's a swanky place...". "Maybe you should go without me, I'm not really in the mood for going out. Besides, I really should get these dishes clean before the stains get really stubborn and..." You interrupt, mumbling on about nothing in particular. You feel a pair of muscular arms wrap around your waist, turning you to face your boyfriend, "I've been away nearly 3 months and you want to stay in and do the dishes while I go out to a posh place all by myself?," He looks upset, but then he notices the tears brimming over your eyes, "Y/N whats up?". You sigh, wiping your tears, "I've spent all weekend cleaning up so the apartment looks nice. I've spent all day preparing that meal - the meal that last time I checked was in fact your favorite meal - but now you just want to go to some fancy place," You pause, "You used to be happy with the simple stuff, loved it even, used to laugh at all these celebrities that got obssessed with all that fancy rubbish," You push away from him, and go back to the dishes, "Are you going to trade me in for a fancier model too?". Instantly he pulls you closer to him, resulting in two wet hand marks on the front of his shirt, "No no no no no," he says, sprinkiling your face with kisses, "I'm so so so sorry. I love you so much, I couldn't get a better person than you, you're the better half of me. I feel so bad and stupid, you went to all this effort and I've just chucked it back in your face. I'm so sorry. I'm such a douche," He rests his forehead against yours, and you sigh. "I think we have some pot noodles still in the cupboard. We could have those and then I made a big cheesecake for dessert - feel like pigging out and watching a film?" You try to smile. "Sounds perfect," Niall says before kissing you, "I don't deserve you, you're too kind. I've been such an idiot-" you place a finger on his lips, silencing him. "I missed you," you stand on you tip toes to place a kiss on his nose, before turning to the cupboards to find those pot noodles. "And I missed you. So much," he replies, watching you work your way around the kitchen.

Louis:

"Yeah mum, we're setting off now. See you in a little bit. Bye," You hang up the phone, before calling up the stairs to your boyfriend, "Louis, are you ready yet? We're already running late for dinner!". "I'm Coming, I'm coming, keep your hair on woman," He calls, walking down the stairs, and you stare at him is disbelief, "What?" he asks, noticing your gaze. "What on earth are you wearing? We're going to my parents for lunch, not a red carpet event!" You laugh. Louis looked ridiculously overdressed in his navy suit, the only 'casual' garment being a striped t-shirt instead of a white shirt. "And you're only going in that?" He looks you up and down, taking in your skinny jeans, black vest and chunky knit cardigan. You laugh, thinking he's being sarcastic, but when he continues to just stare at you you realise that's not the case. Wrapping your cardigan tight around you, feeling all of a sudden conscious, you reply "Why, what's wrong with what I'm wearing?". "Well, for one, the fans and paparazzi know where we live, so they're bound to take pictures...". "And?". "Well, you know, you might want to make a bit more of an effort. I mean, you never know where these pictures are going to end up, on the internet, in the magazines..." He begins, but cuts out when he notices you staring open mouthed at him, "What?". " Oh my God. Your ashamed to be seen with me? Your actually embarrassed to be seen in public with me? W-o-w. You know, I think I'll call my mum back and let her know that you can't make dinner, you're ill or something - that way you'll be spared being pictured with me...". You reach for the phone, but Louis swiftly knocks it out of your hand, onto the floor. Your stare blankly at him, waiting for a response. "No, not at all, I'd never be ashamed of you. Guess being on tour has got to me, we've always got to be fully done up all the time," He scrunches up his face, "Make-up as well," which makes you laugh hysterically. He joins in with your laughter, wrapping his arms around you pulling you close, "I think you look beautiful as you are," he leans down to kiss you, "BUT, I think we should go get changed...", you just raise an eyebrow of him. Over the next few days, the internet (tumblr especially) and gossip magazines, are covered in images of the pair of you in your his and her's matching onesies, pulling faces and acting up for the cameras, all the articles cooing over what a cute couple you are.

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