Harry: "Wait, Y/N, please wait." Harry grabbed your arm, stopping you right before you got out the front door. You spun around, tears building up behind your eyes and you couldn’t look up at his face. So you chose to stare at his feet instead. "I can’t be with you anymore Harry." Your voice cracked as you spoke softly. "Please don’t go, please don’t leave me Y/N." You didn’t say anything back to him, not sure what exactly to say to the boy who was begging you to stay when you knew you couldn’t even if you wanted to. "You’re breaking my heart Y/N, please don’t leave me, I’m scared and I can’t do this without you, I can’t do anything without you." He continued to grovel as you continued to stare at his feet. "Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but its everything in between that makes it all worth living. We can’t stay together but we’ll always have this past year all the memories, you’ll be fine without me I know you will." And with that you pushed past him and out the door.
Louis: You had just moved to London after living in such a small town for your whole life. You decided to go to your apartment buildings party they were hosting, it was a barbecue with fireworks and good music and you had nothing better to do so you went. Currently you were sitting on the grass looking up at the sky, waiting for the fireworks to start. "Y/N?" You turned around, surprised to be hearing someone call your name since you don’t know anyone here yet. "Oh my god!" You hopped up and ran over to the boy whom you hadn’t seen since you were sixteen. "Louis what are you doing here?" You asked as he hugged you back tightly. "My girlfriends friend lives in this building, when did you move here? I didn’t know you lived in London,you should have called me!" He said, pulling back from the hug and looking you in the eyes, you two talked for about an hour, standing under the fireworks, talking about what’s happened in your lives since you had last talked. He looked so different but so similar to the boy who left you years ago when he joined his boy band. He was your best friend all throughout growing up and you had kinda lost touch. "Are you ready to head out babe?" A brunette girl came up to Louis, wrapping her arm around his. "Yeah, it was nice seeing you again Y/N." "You too Louis." You smiled back as he turned and started walking away with his girlfriend, before he stopped and turned around again, "It was nice seeing you again Y/N you’re amazing, don’t ever change. For anybody."
Zayn: It was late at night and you came stumbling into your’s and Zayn’s shared apartment. You tried to be quiet so you didn’t wake him up because you knew he would be mad, recently you had started hanging out with some new people who liked to go out and go clubbing. And you went with them. You drank, and danced, and partied all night almost every night and Zayn was starting to get sick of it. You closed the door behind you and tip toed across the floor, your heels pressed tightly against your chest. Zayn was probably sleeping on the couch like usual and you didn’t want to wake him. But soon enough a light was turned on and Zayn walked into the room with his arms crossed over his chest and a pissed look on his face. "Were where you?" He asked. "It’s nothing Zayn." You pushed past him into the bedroom but was stopped when he grabbed your elbow and turned you around. His face looked surprised, like he was looking into the face of a stranger, "Who are you anymore?" He asked, and you pulled your arm from his grasp. He chuckled humorlessly before his face turned stone cold and he glared at you, "You know what Y/N? You’re so busy trying to be what everyone else wants you to be that you don’t know who you are anymore. That I don’t know who you are anymore." Feeling ashamed you turned around, not wanting to look into his judge filled eyes anymore.
Liam: Rain falling down the window always had the effect of relaxing you, you pulled your knee’s up to your chest and rested your cheek on your knee looking out the window. It was hard, to say the least, to be in a relationship with someone famous. It had taken it’s toll on you, you weren’t the same happy go lucky girl you used to be. You wouldn’t talk to anyone about anything anymore, you didn’t believe that anyone actually liked you. Hell, you didn’t like yourself anymore. As a few lonely tears ran down your cheeks you closed your eyes and remembered last night. "I’m fine." You said softly, not wanting to have this conversation with Liam, not right now. "STOP SAYING YOUR FINE." He yelled back, making you jump your eyes snapping up to meet his furious ones. He lowered his voice and took a step towards you, "You act like everything’s okay so no one worries about you, but you need help Y/N. You’re not the same person you used to be." As he talked you turned your head, not wanting to look at him knowing how right he was. The front door slamming shut snapped you out of your thoughts, you quickly pulled your head off of your knees and wiped your tears away painting on a smile as usual so Liam wouldn’t worry.
Niall: You heard the front door slam closed. "Hey babe!" You called from your spot on the sofa, you were reading a book and was just to lazy to get up. Not hearing any reply, you didn’t think much of it shrugging it off to him just not hearing you. So you focused back on your book, pushing your glasses back onto your nose where they had slipped down previously. You read in silence for a few minutes until Niall came stomping into the room, digging around in the couch cushions and throwing things around cursing under his breath. “Is something wrong Ni?” You asked, putting your book mark in your book. Not hearing a response from him you threw your book down onto the couch and stood up, pulling your glasses off. "Ni?" "I’m fine Y/N!" He yelled, shocking you. "Have you seen my journal?" He asked. "Your song one? Yeah it’s right over here." You went over to the coffee table and moved around some magazines, finding his journal under them you held it out to him and he just snatched it. "Why do you need it?" "Because I need to write Y/N, it’s my job. All the boys are writing their own songs and starting to produce them and I haven’t done shit." He yelled back at you, walking off to the office where he started looking for a pen. "Is that why your in such a bad mood everyday after you come back from the studio? Cause you’re comparing the work your doing to the work the boys are doing?" You said, following him to the office. "No Y/N I’m in a bad mood because my vocal’s don’t compare to the other boys. The songs they write are so much better and much better written, nothing I do compares to them. God damn it why cant i find a pen!" He yelled out in frustration, slamming his journal onto the desk. You reached out gently and took his hands in yours, pulling him around so he was facing you. "Niall you’re an amazing writer and your voice is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. All you really need to do is stop comparing yourself to the other boy’s cause you’ll find that you are amazing the way you are and you were put in the band for a reason."