Zayn: You could almost feel the awkward tension between you and Zayn's girlfriend as you sat around the dinner table with the boys. She obviously knew you had feelings for Zayn...or maybe she was just a bitch. Either way, she seemed to hate you from the start. Whenever you tried to talk to Zayn, she'd interrupt you or pull him closer. The boys disliked her as much as you did, since they knew how you felt about Zayn. But Zayn didn't seem to notice whenever she insulted you or made a sarcastic remark, and soon, you'd had enough. So you excused yourself to the bathroom, where you closed the door behind you and let out a few muffled sobs. About ten minutes later, you heard a soft knock. Desperately trying to wipe away your tears, you opened the door and saw Zayn standing there. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked. Before you could answer, his girlfriend appeared and wrapped her arms around his torso protectively. "Yeah, I'm fine," you replied weakly. A moment later, the rest of the boys showed up. "No, she's not fine. She's sick of your bitchy girlfriend, and so are we," Harry said. Zayn stared at him in shock, then turned to you. "Y/N, do you...like me?" he asked slowly. You managed to nod, and his girlfriend scoffed. "How pathetic...Right, babe?" she said, expecting an answer from Zayn. He stammered for a second, his eyes never leaving yours. "Erm, yeah," he mumbled. You fought back the tears, but you knew you were going to break down at any second, so you stepped back and slammed the door shut, sinking to the floor as you buried your face in your hands.
Louis: You and Louis were spending the night at his flat, watching comedy films together. It was a perfect date...even though it wasn't really a date. You'd been friends for years, but it had never been anything more than that. After the movie ended, Louis yawned sleepily. "Hey, Y/N, I'm exhausted. I think I'll go to sleep," he said. You nodded, and the two of you got up and started cleaning up the mess of snacks you'd made. You were heading back to your room, when Louis stopped you and pulled you in for a hug. You smiled, feeling his arms wrapped around you, and you decided to tell him then. You took a deep breath as you pulled away. "Erm, Lou, what would you say if I told you I liked you?" you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. He laughed. "Well, we're friends aren't we?" "Yes, I know, but I mean more than friends." "Best friends? Of course we are!" He obviously wasn't catching on. "What if I told you I had a crush on you?" you said. He was quiet for a moment, then he chuckled. "I'd probably tell you you're mad. Goodnight, love," he said, kissing your forehead like he always did. His answer puzzled you a bit, and it hurt you too. Was the idea that ridiculous? As you heard his bedroom door close, you were feeling so stupid for even suggesting it. Without thinking, you grabbed a pen and paper and quickly scribbled down: 'Went home early. x' and set it on the kitchen table. Then you took your bags and left, simple as that. As you stepped outside, you could feel the tears stinging at your eyes, but you blinked them away, heading for your car.
Liam: You were at a party with the boys and a few of your other friends. The whole night, your friends were pushing you to tell Liam about your crush on him, but you were too nervous. Just when you decided it was time to leave, Niall walked over to you. "Havin' a good time?" he slurred, clearly drunk. "Yeah, but I was actually just about to go home," you replied, reaching for your purse. Your friend stopped you, giving you a mischievous smile. "Not yet. You have to tell Liam how you feel," she said. Niall gave you a confused look, then realized what she meant. "I'll tell him for you!" he volunteered. Before you could stop him, he was halfway across the room, headed straight for Liam. You chased after him, but when you caught up to him, it was too late. Liam was chuckling as he raised an eyebrow at you questioningly. "I-I can explain," you mumbled. "You don't have to, love. But were you, uh, serious about that?" he said. You were about to reply, when Niall slapped him on the back. "Of course she's being serious!" he said. Then he turned to you and shrugged. "Too bad you'll never have a chance," he added. Liam couldn't help but laugh at this, nodding his head in agreement. "Yeah, sorry about that, babe. I hope you're joking," he said. You wanted to cry, but you couldn't let Liam know you were upset. "Yeah, I-I was just kidding," you said, forcing a smile. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom before tears started rolling down your cheeks.
Harry: You and your five best friends were having a sleepover the night they came back from their six month tour. In the time they'd been gone, you'd never gotten the courage to tell Harry how you felt about him, and you were hoping tonight would be the night. You were in the middle of playing Truth or Dare, when Harry turned to you and smirked. "Truth or Dare, Y/N?" You bit your lip and hesitated, before finally saying, "Truth." "Okay, have you ever had a crush on any of us before?" he asked. Now was your moment to confess everything, but you couldn't find the right words, so you just weakly nodded and stared down at the floor as you blushed furiously. "Who??" Harry demanded. You could feel the tension in the room as you stammered for a second. "Y-you, Harry," you said quietly. At first, everyone was quiet. Then Harry burst out laughing. "Aw, isn't that cute? You have a crush on me??" he said, almost in disbelief. Slightly hurt at his reaction, you still managed to nod. Harry continued to laugh, ignoring Louis's nudge for him to stop. The rest of the boys could tell you were upset, but Harry obviously didn't. "And you thought you'd have a chance with me?" he asked. By now, you'd heard enough. Refusing to let Harry see the tears in your eyes, you turned and ran out of the room.
Niall: You, Harry, and Niall were hanging out at a bar, all of you feeling slightly tipsy. Actually, Niall was completely wasted, but what else could you expect? Harry was the only one who knew about your crush on Niall, and you were starting to worry that he might blurt it out. As soon as you saw the evil smirk play across his lips, you knew exactly what he was about to do. "So, Niall, has Y/N told you yet?" he asked. Niall stared at him, confused. "Told me what?" he said. Harry nudged you playfully as you rolled your eyes, hoping Niall was too drunk to understand what was going on. "She's had a crush on you for the past few years, but she's been too shy to tell you," he said. Niall chuckled. "That's ridiculous." he replied plainly, taking another sip of his drink. His words hit you harder than you expected. "T-that's all you have to say, Niall?" you asked shakily. "I guess so...It's funny that you thought you had a chance," he said with a shrug. Tears sprang to your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away. "Aw, are you upset?" he asked, almost mockingly. "Niall..." Harry warned. But it was too late. You stood up and grabbed your purse, ignoring Harry's pleads for you to stay. You made your way to the door, not looking back.
