Zayn:
"Okay. I will visit more often; I promise you, babe. Yes, love you too. Bye."
He was on the phone for at least a half hour. Zayn never got calls to that extent of time before, so you were a little worried. He hung up the phone, and then ran upstairs as fast as his legs would carry him.
"Zayn?" You called out. He didn't answer.
You followed him upstairs to see him hunched over on the bed, with his head in his hands.
"Oh, boo." You cooed while wrapping your arms around his shaking figure. "What happened?"
"It was Saffa. She told me that she hates me because I don't love her anymore. I tried to tell her that it wasn't the case, but she said that if I actually loved her, than I would visit her more."
You kissed his temple while rocking back and forth on the bed. "Everything will be okay."
**
Niall:
"Niall? Can you come help me with the kitchen?" You asked him nervously.
"Sure! Let me just check my twitter first." He replied. You instantly began to panic.
"NO!" You shouted at him. Niall looked at you weirdly. "You can't, because... Umm..."
"Is there something that you need to tell me Y/N?" He asked quizzically. You laughed nervously while playing with your fingers.
The curiosity got the best of Niall, so he quickly opened his twitter app and was bombarded by hate. He couldn't help himself but scroll through all of it. Page after page after page of lies.
He finally looked up at you with tears clouding his normally bright blue eyes. "Was this what you didn't want me to see?"
**
Louis:
"I HATE YOU!" You screamed while throwing the magazine at him.
"Babe, it's photoshopped." He tried to explain calmly about the cheating scandal that was on every news stand in the contry... Much less the world.
"Really? Stop making excuses! You cheated on me!"
Louis shook his head and gave you a sad smile. "I didn't, love."
You stormed upstairs and into your room, while ripping articles of clothing out of your closet. You pulled your suitcase out from under your bed, and began to pack.
"What are you doing?" He asked from behind you.
"What does it look like? I'm leaving your sorry-"
You turned around, and was met by a teary eyed Louis. His eyes were red rimmed, and the tears steamed down his face.
"Please don't leave me."
**
Harry:
"OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!" He screamed as you tried to lift him up. You two were taking archery classes- it was a spur of the moment thing- and some random kid shot an arrow at Harry's foot.
"Oh, my gosh! I am soo sorry!" The mother of the child screamed. You waved her off.
"It was an accident." You said. Internally, you wanted to walk up and down this kids face, but that wouldn't be socially acceptable.
You felt something warm on your shoulder. You looked up, and saw that Harry was crying.
"Oh babe! Please don't cry! The ambulance is coming right now!" You said to him, already feeling your own water works start up.
**
Liam:
"It's a girl." The nurse said as she handed you your newborn baby. You had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl with Liam's curly hair, but her hair was Y/H/C, just like yours. She had beautiful brown eyes, and inherited her daddy's dimples.
"She's beautiful." Liam whispered. You smiled and nodded your head.
"What do you want to name her?" You asked Liam.
"Taylor, if that's alright with you."
You kissed Taylor's tiny forehead. "Perfect."
You handed her to Liam, and his eyes instantly watered up. "I'm your daddy." He cooed to her. Her small, yet plump lips turned into a smile. "I love you, baby girl."
**
Paul:
"Why you crying, babe?" You asked Paul while rubbing his back.
"These boys, there the end of me! I can't even go to the bathroom without being paranoid of all the pranks that they pull on me! Look!"
He looked up, and saw the bags under hid eyes and the grey hairs that were peeking through his normally black hair. "Its so much stress!"
***
AN: Figured that I'd put Paul in this one.