He's mad at you (part 2)
Harry: You stormed through the entrance of the stadium where the boys were planning to perform tonight. This had been going on for four days now, and you were absolutely sick of it. You walked with a heavy pace past the security guards. They knew you were Harry's girlfriend so they didn't bother. It took you five minutes to walk to the backstage room. You knew exactly where you needed to be. And when you smashed the door open, you instantly stormed in, grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him outside. 'What- ... Y/N?' He stammered confused. But you didn't care. You took him to a private room and slammed the front door shut. 'God, dammit, Harry bloody Syles.' You yelled at him, tears welling up in your eyes. He just looked at you with utter shock in his eyes. 'You don't have the right... You don't have the right to be mad at me for so long.' All the emotions you had been holding in for so long, where finally coming out. 'FOUR DAYS!!!' Shouting it to him, gave you a weird feeling of satisfaction. 'I know I was wrong. And I'm sorry for that. I was just frustrated and I missed you. But that doesn't mean you have to ignore me for four days. I can't live without you, Haz.' Tears were rolling down your cheeks. You didn't even bother anymore. Letting them fall gave you a feeling of liberation. 'If you want to end this just do it! But don't let me sit here and-'. But he didn't let you finish. 'Oh, stop talking shit like that, Y/N.' He cut you off while cupping your face and crashing his lips into yours. And he took you off guard, but you didn't care. Your body released all the tension from the moment you felt his touch. Finally... After four days.
Louis: When you reached Harry's front door, you instantly felt the nerves building up inside of you. You called Harry an hour ago, because Louis walked out on you during a fight. He told you that Louis was with him, together with the other lads, just like you kind of expected. You asked if you could step by, and you could. So that's why you were standing here, still shaking from the big fight you had with your boyfriend. When Harry opened the door, you met his reassuring smile. 'He's in the living room.' He told you right away and you nodded at his words, stepping into the house. 'Does he know I'm here?' And when you saw Harry shaking his head, your heart sank even more. What if he would start yelling again? You didn't want to fight in front of the boys. You just wanted to talk to him. Harry led you to the living room and you followed him nervously. 'Louis, there is someone for you.' He announced. And you just didn't dare looking at Louis facial expression. The only thing you heard was a sigh from him. You heard him standing up and coming closer. 'Don't do anything stupid L-'. 'Harry, please. I know my girlfriend, thank you.' Louis groaned, when he grabbed your wrist firmly, but not hurting you in any way. 'Come with me.' He said to you, while pulling you with him to the kitchen. He closed the door behind him and a silence fell over the room for a couple of seconds, until he broke it again. 'Can you please look at me, Y/N?' You heard him say and you immediately did what he asked. But when you met his eyes, you saw something you didn't expect to see. A smile. His crooked, loving smile. And you probably pulled off a really weird facial expression, because he let out a little chuckle. 'Are you not mad anymore?' You asked him carefully, still not really believing his reaction. And when you saw him rolling his eyes, it was a confirmation. He was not angry anymore. 'I love you. And when you tell me something about your plans, and I don't agree with that, I get angry. Especially when we are talking about your health.' His expression turned to serious again. 'So don't ever come to me again with the idea to go on a diet because you saw a random magazine telling you you should. Because that's bullcrap. And I'm not having any of it. Got it?' His eyes on yours, making sure you understood what he said. And when you nodded, telling him you agreed, he smiled again. And took you in his arms, ready to kiss your lips and go home with you.
Niall: 'That's it... I'm done.' Niall's voice said, standing up and walking away from you. You looked up confused, still in the heat of the argument. 'Where are you going?' You asked while standing up yourself and walking after him. You weren't planning on letting him get away like that. 'I don't know. Just out.' He growled when he stepped into his shoes and opened the front door, ready to walk out on you. 'No! Stop it, Niall.' You complained when you slammed his hand off of the doorknob and closed it again, placing yourself between him and the way out. 'Move.' He glared darkly at you with eyes full of anger. But you weren't afraid. He would never do something to you. 'No.' You replied, pronouncing the word slow and clear. 'Dammit, Y/N. Just move.' He yelled, rushing his hand through his hair, but you still didn't flinch. Not even a little bit. 'No.' You saw him trying to gather himself again, by heavily breathing in and out. And you both said nothing for a while, not a word. You could feel the tension, you could feel his frustration and his anger and you just knew that letting him get away in this state, was asking for accidents. So that's why you did what you did, and you weren't regretting it. What you did regret, was making him furious like this. So you said the words, that would make it stop. 'Don't be mad...' You broke the silence in a whispering voice. 'I'm sorry I said that. I know you are busy and I know that you are trying... Just know that I miss you when you are not here. And that's why I get frustrated once in a while when I feel like I don't get enough 'us' time.' Those words made him look up at you, and you instantly noticed his eyes softened. He even gave you a weak smile, and that was a huge step forward. 'I know, baby...' He nodded, while cupping your cheek in one hand. 'I know you do. And I'm sorry about that.' His voice came closer until you felt his lips on yours, first soft and sweet, and then slowly more passionate, like you loved. And when his lips parted from yours again, you met his crooked smile. 'Ready for us time?' He smirked. And you couldn't do anything other than nod, extremely excited and with the brightest smile.
Liam: You were standing next to Liam in front of the flashing cameras. The Brit Awards. One of the most glamorous events of the UK, something you had been looking forward to for months. And now you were finally standing here, you felt like utter shit. You had a fight with Liam in the car on the way over here. You asked him about his ex-girlfriend, because lately it had been in the news that they would be a couple again, and although you trusted him, you still worried. And when you mentioned it to him he practically exploded. He was so mad and crushed that you even asked him about it. The last ten minutes of the car ride he didn't say a thing, and when you had to get out, he loosely placed his hand in yours, but not as surely as he normally did. And when he let go off your hand to stand with the boys for a picture, you heard some people behind you calling your name and asking about his ex-girlfriend. You didn't reply, you didn't turn around to face them. You just waited for Liam to come back and you really hoped he would. Suddenly you heard Liam's voice above the other voices. 'If it's not obvious already, I'm here with Y/N. Not with my ex. And I don't want to be here with anyone else. So stop making up rumours that are not true. Thank you.' He said while gripping your hand again, more confident than ever before, and he led you away from the people. 'I-...' You started, ready to apologize to him for losing your faith in him for no reason. But he cut you off instantly. 'Don't worry. I Love you. Just trust me, and we'll be okay.' He said only for your ears to hear. And you nodded fast, deciding not to let yourself go like that again. 'Good.' He answered, before he laid his hand on your lower back and kissed your head softly. Not for a picture, but just for you to feel okay again.
Zayn: The fight tonight was worse than other times. You never really were the couple that went to bed mad at each other. But today he was definitely planning on doing that. He went upstairs in the middle of the fight, and he had slammed the door behind him. This was the first time you actually felt scared to go to your own bedroom. But you had to go eventually. So you cradled all your will together and made your way up the stairs, entering the dark room. He went to bed already. That was obvious. You tried your best to not make any sound when you crawled in bed yourself. This was not going to be a good night. You were not used to sleeping alone. And although you weren't alone, it did feel like that right now, while his back was facing you. You laid there for five minutes, hearing him breathe softly and the tears were leaking down the sides of your face, onto your pillow. This was no use. You were not going to have much sleep like this. So you got up again, silent as possible, and made your way over to the door. 'Where are you going?' Zayn's low voice startled you for a minute and you immediately stopped in your tracks. You had to find your own voice again now, although you weren't sure you could speak. 'I- . I don't know.' Your voice broke, standing still in the dark. You even forgot what you were about to do. You just wanted to be with him. There was nothing you wanted more. 'Com'ere...' He whispered softly, completely changing the tone of his voice. And you obeyed immediately, not doubting for a second. You crawled into bed again, and you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you close against his chest, just where you needed to be. 'We'll talk about it tomorrow.' He whispered into your hair, just before he pressed a meaningful kiss on your lips. 'I love you. Sleep tight.'