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• Harry: “Oh, c’mon! It’s just a small party at Grimmy’s!” Harry said while trying to pry the book you were reading from your hands. “We’ll just be there a while, please?” he dragged out the please, sounding like a child. “Harry, please, just no. Okay?” you sighed and pulled the book back, flipping it open again. “Why not? Let’s go have some fun!” you closed the book and stared at him, slightly glaring. “No. I said no, Harry.” He glared at you and sighed before saying, “You know what, whatever. I thought I had already broken up with Taylor.” He stood up and walked away from you. It took you a second to react to what he said, but when you did, you raced after him, shouting. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you asked. He was in the closet, putting on a black button down, getting ready to leave all by himself. “It means you’re no different than her.” He says simply, shrugging his shoulders. You stared at him in shock, wondering why he’d compare you to her. “Well, forgive me for wanting to spend time alone with you.” You whisper, sitting on the bed. “I didn’t realize I reminded you so much of her.” He stopped fumbling with the buttons on his shirt and turned to stare at you. “I, I’m sorry, look, I didn’t-“ he fumbled with his words. “It’s alright, Harry. Just, let me get dressed and I’ll go out to Grimmy’s with you.” You smiled at him and wiped at the tears in your eyes, walking over to the closet and choosing a dress. You held one up to him, asking silently for his approval. He rolled his lips in and gave you a short nod. You started getting dressed and noticed that while you did your makeup, he was smiling sadly at you through the mirror. You smiled back at him and he bit his lip and walked back into the bedroom, leaving you alone to get ready.
• Liam: The guys had all planned on going out to a club one night to celebrate the success of their Take Me Home Tour. You had left Liam a while ago to dance with the other girls and you were starting to get tired. You made your way back to the booth they were at and before you reached them, you heard him speaking. “She’s just, you know, I mean she’s great! She really is! But, I don’t know.” You furrowed your brow in confusion, was he talking about you? “What do you mean you don’t know?” you heard Louis ask. “It’s quite simple really. Do you love her?” your breath hitched in your throat. You had never talked about this before, waiting for Liam to answer was making you extremely nervous. “Well, I don’t know, Louis. I mean, I really do enjoy spending time with her, but I don’t. Whenever I’m home it’s like she’s always ignoring me. Finding ways to get away from me. I mean you saw her when we arrived. Dragged Perrie and El off to get drinks and dance. I’ve been home two weeks, that’s fourteen days and I’ve only had her to myself for about 6 of those. It’s not like with Danielle. Danielle was always available to do things with me.” You stayed frozen in your spot. He had never compared you to Danielle before. It was one of your bigger fears, him feeling like Danielle was his better choice. This conversation with was Louis just sort of confirming your thoughts. You walked to rest of the way to the booth and sat yourself on Liam’s lap. He looked surprised but happy. “What’s up, need another drink?” he asks. You shake your head and say, “No, I’m good. I just wanna sit here with you.” You snuggled into his chest and sighed. He grabbed your chin and tilted your face up to kiss your forehead. “Are you okay?” he whispers. You give him a half smile and nod. He smiles back at you, unaware of the fact that you were faking yours. He puts his arms around you and pulls you tightly into his chest again.
• Louis: “Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe.” Louis poked at your cheek as he called you. “Babe. Hello? Babe.” He was acting a bit like a whiny child, trying to get your attention. “Babe! Look at me!” he finally half shouts. You sigh and turn to face him, an annoyed expression on your face. “What, Louis?” “Let’s get a puppy,” he says excitedly. You roll your eyes and turn back to your text book. You start taking notes again and he grabs the pen out of your hand, tossing it across the room. You stare at him in disbelief and grab another from your bag, resuming your note taking. This time, Louis snatches your notebook and runs upstairs, away from you. “Hey! Louis! Give it back!” you run after him and see him in the doorway to your bedroom with the book above his head. “Lou, seriously. Give it here!” he shakes his head and says, “Give me a couple of kisses first.” He pouts his lip for a kiss. “Louis, no, just give it here. I need to study for the test! Finals are next week!” He scowls this time and tosses the book at you, making you scramble to catch it. “Fine, there you go. You’re such a killjoy. Like El.” He walks into the bedroom and you stand in the hallway staring at him. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you demand hotly, walking after him. “You heard me. Killjoy, spoilsport, wet blanket, like Eleanor,” he glared at you. After staring at him for a few seconds, you put your notebook away and sit on the edge of the bed, trying to think of something to say. You gave up after a few minutes and look at Louis again, “Well, I’m sorry. Uh, let’s do something then?” you ask. He smiles wide, and nods, rushing into the bathroom to get ready, making you feel upset about reminding him of his ex-girlfriend.
• Niall: Niall was having the boys over so they could all watch a game of football they had been waiting for. You helped Niall clean the house, make snacks and drag out pillows to make the living room comfortable for when the boys arrived. When they did, they all greeted you and then Niall, who took them in to watch the game. “All right guys, I’m going to go back upstairs and read or something,” you say. “What? Babe, I thought you’d want to watch the game with us!” Niall says. He stands and walks over to you, dragging you back to the couch. “Niall, no thanks. I’d rather go read.” He furrows his brow in confusion and says, “Why?” you shrug your shoulders and simply respond, “I don’t like football. I mean, it’s not my favorite thing to watch.” You stand up again and start walking back up to your room. You ended up staying and reading like you said you would. While you were reading, you decided you’d check on the boys in case they needed anything. You made your way down the stairs quietly and heard Niall talking. “She just seems to not like anything I do. I mean, Amy would watch football with me,” he says. You stop walking and just stare at the back of Niall’s head. Does he really think you don’t have anything in common? That he had more in common with his Ex? You bite your lip and walk in the rest of the way, asking the boys if they need anything. “No thank you, we’re good.” Liam replies. You smile at then and take a seat next to Niall, cuddling into his side. “What are you doing?” he asks. You look at him and reply, “Didn’t you want me to watch the game with you?” “Well, yeah, but I thought you didn’t like it.” You shrug and snuggle into him again, letting him wrap his arms around your shoulders and hug you close for the rest of the game.
• Zayn: “But I showed up a bit late and he got all mad and deducted points from my essay,” you say to Zayn, “then he made us get into groups for the story analysis and he put with the bitchiest chick in class.” Zayn looks at you, trying to be interested in what you’re saying. “So when class was dismissed, I tried getting out of there as fast as I could, you know?” Zayn nodded in acknowledgment, letting you know he was listening. “And right as I was about to step out, he calls me back in. Like, seriously, can you believe my bad luck?” you sighed and ran a hand through your hair. Zayn shook his head as he took a sip from his glass of water. “So he kept me behind and just asked me all these questions about why I don’t listen in class, why I’m always late, why I don’t seem dedicated,” you continue. “Mmhmm,” Zayn mumbles. “And I got so tired of him telling me things that I just walked away and out the door, slamming it shut behind me. It was literally my worst day ever.” Zayn looks up at you and was about to say something when you speak up again and say, “Oh! I forgot to tell you about Ashley!” “Enough!” he says, loudly. “Can you just, listen for a second? I’ve been trying to talk to you all night and you won’t quit speaking about yourself! It’s like I’m with Perrie or something!” you were slightly thrown off by his Perrie comment. He would always tell you he loved talking to you because you were a great listener, unlike her, but here he was, comparing you to her. “I’m sorry, what did you want to say?” you ask him. “I was going to tell you that they said it was fine for you to join us on tour for a while while we’re in the states. Aren’t you excited?” he asks, positively grinning. All you could do was grin back and nod, letting him go on and on for the rest of the night, speaking about the tour and how great it would be to have you around. The only thing you did after his outburst was answer only when he asked a question and you kept everything short and to the point from then on.
• AUTHORS NOTE: REQUESTS OPEN. SORRY THIS ONE ISN'T TOO GOOD. I've been a bit busy lately since the semester is almost over.

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Preference #1: The sweetest thing he does for you (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Preference #2: You Die (His P.O.V.)

Preference #3: Just Give Me A Reason By P!nk Ft. Nate Ruess Inspired

Preference #4: He Compares You to His Ex

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