Liam: Yeah, he had girl friends and you had guy friends, but you were so convinced that this girl was trying to steal him from you. It wasn’t helping at all that she interrupted you every time you tried to talk, or she would bring up childhood stories of her and Liam. The point was, and although you hated to admit it, you were jealous. But you were even more upset when Liam had called in cancelling your plans to hang out at her family’s barbecue not even asking you if you wanted to tag along. “Y/N are you okay?” He spoke trough the phone when he called to check up on you. He had noticed your negative attitude and one-word responses. “Just dandy, Liam.”You sarcastically remarked, he sighed knowing you were far from that. “Liam, come I want to show you something,” you recognized her voice and you could almost picture her grabbing on to his arm. Not even thinking about it you hung up, leaving him dazed and confused.

Zayn: “That’s her?” Zayn questioned the boys as you approached their table at the far end of the restaurant. “Nice to see you, too, Malik?” You remarked when you heard his words, but still unsure of his name. “You two know each other?” Niall asked in confusion shifting his eyes from him to you and back at him. “Not much. Just a one-night stand and by the way, you left your jacket back at my place,” you scooted your body next to Niall who was sitting across Zayn and Liam. Zayn and you did indeed sleep together, but you had only gathered enough information to know his name, after that the rest was history. You were surprised yourself when you saw him sitting with the boys you had befriended a couple days ago. “Anyway, this is – ” Liam started but was cut of by the boy directly across from you. “Y/N. I remember perfectly well. How can I forget?” Zayn smirked.

 Niall: Alas Niall came in through the front door smelling of alcohol and even worse, feminine perfume. “Why do you fucking care who I hang out with?” You hadn’t even asked him anything, his guilty conscious getting the best of him. “I didn’t say anything,” you replied blandly. He scoffs rolling his eyes at you, “You can see it in your face Y/N.” Entering the kitchen connected to the living room, he stops on his tracks. His head turns to the packed suitcases patiently leaning against the wall. “You’re leaving?” His voice laced with concern all too quickly. “That depends. Tell me, were you with her?” He doesn’t respond. He simply stood not knowing how to react. Sure, you trusted him and you knew he wasn’t capable of cheating, but you did question his feelings for you when his outings became constant. His silence was enough to confirm your thoughts. “Consider yourself single, Niall.”

Harry: Fury. That’s all you felt when you saw none other than Harry walking in with Kendall, arms linked together and smiles wide on their faces. You were regretting attending the awards ceremony. You and Harry weren’t official, at least not yet. But he kept playing all these mind games that drove you insane. Every day he’ll make you feel like the only girl to his eyes, but ever since you were compared to her you felt insecure. Tugging your dress down, you made your way up and started trailing out the exit. Almost as in cue, Harry met your gaze noticing your angered features. He excuses himself making his way towards the back with you. “Wait, Y/N,” he reaches for your arms but smack his hand away. He knits his eyebrows baffled at your actions. Niall who pokes his head out the door, “Uh, Harry, they’re waiting on us”, interrupts you. He returns back. “Ask her to walk with you onstage. I bet she’ll be flattered.”

Louis: You held her in your arms, forehead sweaty and breathing still a bit heavy. “She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Louis stated not taking his eyes off her and a smile wide on his face. “I made that,” he says proudly like you hadn’t been the one going through all the pain the last couple of months, you did have to give him credit for being an amazing husband though. You simply chuckle because she in fact resembled everything Louis had as a baby. “Look babe, she has your birthmark!” He snickers lightly keeping the volume at an appropriate level and pointing at the spot above her knee. A light knock is heard and Louis’ mom pokes her head. “Is that her?” She whispers, a few tears welling up in her eyes. She walks over and Louis asks to take her in his arms. “She has your eyes, Lou,” Johannah states holding up a hand to her mouth trying not to let her cries out. “I love her. I love you, my little Tomlinson.” Louis whispers down to her ear.