Niall: It had been weird between you two lately, you didn’t think he cared anymore. You felt like you were the only one fighting to keep the relationship going and you didn’t want to be the only one anymore. You had been waiting up for him, again. He always did this lately, he would leave without telling you where he was going and then he would come home all hours of the night drunk. You were on the couch when you heard the front door open, you turned and you saw him stumble in the front door. He caught himself and giggled, he looked up and saw you on the couch. His smile dropped. “Waiting for me? Because you don’t have to.” He glared at you and you felt like he was sending hatred you way, you didn’t say anything. He scoffed and turned to walk away. “We need to talk, Niall. Now.” you said, quietly. Your voice was weak and you really wanted to cry. He sighed and walked back over into the living room. “About?” he asked, face planting into the couch opposite from the one you were on. “Look at me.” “I don’t want to. Just say what you have to say, you’re already killing my mood.” he said. Wow, you thought. “Are we- Do you still love me?” you asked, your voice failed you and cracked as soon as the words left your lips. He turned to look at you, but you couldn’t read his expression. He quickly sat up and sighed.

Zayn: He was acting like he didn’t care anymore, he would ignore you and leave you alone almost all the time. Whenever he was home there would be barely any words spoken between you two. You felt unloved, you felt like you didn’t matter to him anymore. He was out with his parents while they were in town, you understood he wanted to spend time with them. What got you mad was that his mom messaged you asking why you didn’t come, it was because he didn’t invite you was all you could thing, but you told her you weren’t feeling well. You were hurt, he was keeping you from seeing his family too? You sat on the couch and memories of you and him flooded your mind, the ones of him treating you like nothing overpowered the happy times. He finally came home, by that time you were crying, and he walked in not saying a word. He took one look at you and his features softened. “What’s wrong, YN?” he asked, sitting on the coffee table right in front of the couch you were on. You stared at him, but you still didn’t say a word. You shook your head and walked away from him, you didn’t think he would care to hear you out. You walked away and he was right behind you, you wouldn’t answer him when he called you, so he spun you to face him. “What’s going on? Tell me.” “Nothing.” “YN…” You sighed and looked into his eyes, “Do you still love me?” He stared you, shock taking over his perfectly sculpted face.

Louis: Fight after fight, there was never a conclusion to make it stop. Both of you were at your breaking points and neither of you knew what to do. It’s not like the fights were about anything, they could be about the stupidest little things. You would both put each other down and say hurtful words to the other. It was beginning to seem like neither of you loved the other. It was quiet after another blowout fight that left you crying in the bedroom and him downstairs taking out his anger on anything in sight. After an hour, or so, you went to go check on him. He was sat on the couch watching a football game, but he turned to face you when he heard you come down the stairs. He half smiled, but you could tell it wasn’t genuine. You returned the gesture and went to sit on the single armchair. You were both quiet, saying nothing to one another and it was killing you. “Do you still love me, Lou?” you asked, almost in a whisper. He looked away from the TV screen and looked at you. His hands ran through his hair and went down of his face, he sighed and looked at you unsure of what to say. Still he hadn’t opened his mouth and you were getting hurt by his silence, you could feel your heartbreaking. The tears started falling and when he looked at you, his silence turned into an answer.

Harry: You never really doubted his love for you because the little things he did for you was proof enough. He had always told you he loved you and that he wanted to be with you. Things were always great between you two, fights didn’t last long and they always ended with apologies. Then all of a sudden he was acting strange. You tried not to get him mad because you knew he was busy with work. But even on his days off he was acting distant, he would leave you alone and sleep on the couch or in the guest room. You didn’t know what was up with him, but he was starting to make you feel like he didn’t love you. You finally had enough, you had to talk to him. You woke up one morning and went to the kitchen to see him sitting down, eating. “Morning.” you said. He nodded in response. You rolled your eyes and got something to eat. You sat in silence as you both ate, he got up to leave but you stopped him. “Can you- can you sit down for a minute.” He sighed and sat back down, looking at you with no emotion. You could feel tears spring to your eyes. “Can you hurry and talk, I want to leave.” “Really?” you asked, hurt. He nodded his head again. You looked down and then back up to him. “Do you still love me?” you asked. You watched him closely, he started to squirm in his chair. He took awhile to answer you, but you felt like you already knew his answer.

Liam:He had been gone on tour, at first he would call you everyday. He would tell you he missed you and that he loved you, everyday. It was reassuring especially when there was rumors flying around that he was cheating on you, it’s not that you didn’t trust him but you liked to know that he only wanted you. Everything was going fine until new rumors surfaced that he had been spending a lot of time with an unknown girl, you tried to ask him about it but he would always avoid answering you. You tried so hard to be okay with him and let him be. But then all of a sudden he wasn’t calling anymore.You tried calling him but he never answered, you felt like you were no longer together and it hurt. He didn’t seem to care about you anymore. You gave him a few days alone to see if he would attempt to call and check on you, he didn’t. You messaged him “We need to talk, call me." He called within an hour and your heart started to beat faster. "Hey." you said. "What’s up?" he asked, casually. He was acting as if you guys hadn’t not talked at all. "What’s going on?" "What do you mean?" he asked. Was he really playing games? was what you thought. "Why haven’t you tried to call or talk to me?" "Busy." You scoffed and wiped away the tears that had fallen. "Tell me this, do you still love m?" you whimpered. He was silent for awhile and just when you were about to hang up you hard him say your name. "YN…"