Liam: You quickly run into Liam’s arms at the airport. You guys hold each other for only a few minutes. Liam had just came from his 8 month tour around the world. You guys skyped, texted and called as much as you can but it still wasn’t enough for both of you. You ask “So what are we going to be doing today?” as you hold his hand. A flash of guilt goes across his face as his eyes saddened. “What’s wrong Liam?” “I’m sorry (Y/N), but I promised the fans I will be doing a twitcam all day” “Oh that’s right, I saw you tweet that” You frown as you look down to the floor. “I’m sorry (Y/N), I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow. Please don’t be mad at me” “Oh fine, you’re so lucky that you’re cute” Liam smiles knowing that you aren’t mad at him anymore. You think to yourself as you drive home. There was another reason why you couldn’t stand being mad at him. You got to have him as your boyfriend while as the lovely fans don’t get to even to talk to him. You felt that you needed to leave Liam and the fans alone during twitcam. So you did. The twitcam ended at 1 am and you were already asleep. Liam climbs into bed and cuddles with you. You wake up early to start your wonderful day with your boyfriend Liam. You shake Liam as he is still sleeping and he quickly wakes up to check on you. “(Y/N) what’s wrong!? Are you hurt?! Is ther-” “Liam, calm down, I just wanted to wake you up so we could start spending our day together” Another flash of guilt goes across his face. Your eyebrows scrunch up in concern and you start nibbling on your lip, which is what you do when you’re nervous. Liam sighs and says to you “I’m really, REALLY sorry (Y/N) but since yesterdays twitcam went so well the fans wanted me to do it again today” “But, you promised” “I know (Y/N) but I can make it up to you”. You clench your hands and walk out of the room. You’re pissed as hell, the fact that your boyfriend Liam would break a promise to be ‘with’ his fans. Liam follows you as you storm out and he grabs your wrist turning you around. You turn around with tears streaming down your face and you biting on your lip to prevent you from completely breaking down. “I’m sorr-” “Shut it Payne, you say sorry like you change your hair style. Heck if I know if you even mean it. You know it’s horrible to know that your own boyfriend would CHOOSE HIS FANS OVER YOU.” Then something just snapped Liam. “YOU ACTUALLY GET TO BE WITH ME WHEREAS ALL THE FANS THAT HAS HELPED ME GET WHERE I AM ISN’T ABLE TO TALK TO ME, HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?” “How you feel?! Don’t you DARE say that. I’ve been away from you for EIGHT months. Eight months stuck here while you party with all of your fans!” “Well (Y/N), it’s nice to know that my girlfriend is actually a stuck-up and selfish ‘princess’” You gape at him, in shock. It was one thing for ‘fans’ to be rude to you but it was another when your boyfriend says it. You run into your room and finally let yourself cry for once.
Harry: You and Harry were walking down town, looking for something to do since it was just a lazy Sunday and it has been a week since Harry has come back from tour. Six months away from each other was complete torture for both of you so right now you were both cherishing every moment with each other. At least that’s what you though. You look around to see many women probably from the age of 18 to 35 were glaring at you and at the same time, staring at your perfect boyfriend, Harry. You look up at Harry who was sending flirtatious smiles and winks at the jealous women. Then you look at what you were wearing and you immediately start feeling self-conscious. You were only wearing some jeans and a sweater with ugg boots whereas Harry was wearing a Ramones shirt and some jeans with his classic white converse bit worried. You squeeze his hand, hoping he would catch on to your worry. Unfortunately, Harry doesn’t catch on and just sends an innocent smile, completely oblivious. Harry spots a restaurant and suggests that you guys should eat there. You agree. You walk into the restaurant hand in hand and are chauffeured to your table by a waitress. You are given a few minutes to order what you want to eat. Every once in a while, you would look up at Harry and the waitress giving each other very flirty looks. ‘Calm down (Y/N), Harry would never actually cheat on you. Right?’ You think to yourself for awhile but was interrupted by someone repeating your name. “(Y/N), are you alright, I’ve been calling your name for a few minutes. What do you want to order?” “Oh sorry, I guess I just blacked out a bit” You continue looking through your menu until you finally decided on what to order. “I’ll have the medium chicken with chips and a coke please” you order. Out of the corn of your eye, you see the waitress raise one of her eyebrows. You clench your hands onto the chair you’re sitting on as she grabs your menus. “(Y/N), are you sure you’re alright?” ‘No I’m effing perfect why wouldn’t I be? It’s not like my boyfriend is constantly flirting with other girls.’ “I’m fine, don’t worry Harry” Harry looks at you, looking reluctant on whether or not to continue the subject. “And here are your drinks, oh dear! I’m so sorry ma’am!” The waitress furiously tries to clean up the coke she had just spilt on to you but as she is trying to clean up, she gives you an evil smirk at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll just go to the bathroom clean it up” You say to them both. You quickly hurry to the bathroom and wipe your jeans. As you walk out, you see the waitress stroking Harry’s arm give you hear the waitress say to Harry “So why are with that girl?” “Well, mayb-“ Harry was cut off by you slamming the money on the table and shouting at the waitress “I think we’re not hungry anymore”. You grab Harry by the arm and drag both of you out of the restaurant. “What the heck (Y/N)! What’s wrong with you?!” “What’s wrong with me?! I’m not the one constantly flirting with everything that walks! Have you actually thought that, maybe, JUST maybe, I was a tincy wincy jealous? Probably not, because you’re just self-obsessed, arrogant, big headed imbecile” “You’re not the one who is always being controlled by a heartless, all-up-herself monster!” You curl your fingers and start running off.
Niall: You unlock the door with your house key as you hold your electric crimson pair of heels. You sigh as you find your new black dress was torn. You were walking home from the club, without the presence of Niall. You had to go somewhere early the next day so you decided to come home earlier than usual. Niall suggested coming home with you but you had denied as you wanted him to have fun, without having you holding him back. You head for the bathroom to shower and after you finish, you watch a bit of T.V. You look at your cell phone to realise it was 2 in the morning. You start worrying as Niall has not come back home yet, so you decide to give him a call and you left at 10 pm. “Hello, this is Niall’s phone” You hear a very giggly female voice through the cell phone. “Uhm, can I speak to Niall?” “Who’s asking?” “This is his girlfriend..?” “What?! That’s impossible! I’m his girlfriend! He’s mine, so back off, you’re such a whor-“ You hang off before the very stupid female continues. ‘Maybe Niall and the girl are drunk and are just friends’ you think to yourself. You turn off the T.V and walk to bed to sleep. You are awoken by the sound of someone walking into the house screaming “HONEY, IM HOME!” You get out of your bed and walk down the stairs to see that Niall was standing in front of the door with both of his arms snaked around the waist of a brunette and a redhead. The drunk females were practically clinging onto him, taking his every word as a word of praise. “(Y/N) There you are! Look at who I have here!” “Niall, are you drunk?” “If drinking a lot of alcohol means you’re drunk, then yep!” You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. “I’m going to have to ask you girls to leave” The girls turn around but not without saying a few profanities, here and there. “Why do you have to be such a fun sucker (Y/N)?” “Niall, c’mon let’s just go to sleep” “No (Y/N)! I’m not going to let you control me all the time! I was having a great time with those girls; we were going to continue our make-out session!” Your heart breaks a little at the thought of Niall kissing another girl. “Niall, we can talk about this in the morning. It’s 4am, c’mon let’s just go to sleep” “You never appreciate the things I do for you! I wanted to walk you home but no, you just had to decide whether or not because you ALWAYS decide what I want to do” You sigh once again and grab Niall’s hand. You walk him into the bedroom, set him down for some sleep and place aspirin and water on the coffee table. You grab a few blankets and sleep on the couch. You wake up at 7 in the morning. After you showered and changed, you went to check on the computer for what has been going on. Many people on twitter are asking you to check something out. You click on the link and is bombarded by a bunch of photos of Niall making out with the brunette you saw last night. Tears start to fill your eyes. You hadn’t actually thought that Niall had really kissed someone. You thought he was just angry and just said it in the moment to make you mad. You grab your purse and write down a note saying ‘It’s nice to know you’re SOOO fateful in our relationship. Especially when you make out with someone else other than me’ You head out of the house and into the car.
(a/n): I know, I know. I didn’t do Louis or Zayn. I’m SOOO sorry. But this took me days to do and I didn’t want to keep the requester waiting. I’m sorry!
Bye lovelies, don’t stop being beautiful xx