Zayn: You came back home from work to see Zayn sitting at the TV. You shrugged your coat off and walked into the living room. You know there’s circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep this week and you’ve had your boss riding your ass this entire time so you’re glad that Zayn is here today. He’s been working with the boys on the new album at their flats so this is the first time you’ve seen him this week. You throw your coat, half folded, on the back of the sofa and walk over to the front of it, falling back so you’re sitting next to Zayn. “Hey babe,” Zayn says before he looks at you but regrets it once he does. “Wow, Y/N! Are you okay?” You look at him, thankful there’s someone to vent to. “I’m just so beat. I just wanna curl up and - ” Zayn interrupts you. “What?! Are you okay? Do I need to call a hospital or a doctor? Will you need - ” “Zayn, what are you talking about?” you ask. “You just… I thought… you said you were beat,” he finally gets out. “Oh, Zayn, baby, that’s just a term for saying I’m really tired. I’m sorry for worrying you babe.” You kiss his cheek and he blushes. The rest of the night the two of you keep each other company and he comforts you about your stress.
Harry: You and Harry were laying together in bed just talking like the two of you often did. “So what’s Y/BFF’S/N doing tonight for her birthday?” It was your best friend’s birthday but she had other plans than spending it with you, not that you minded. Time with Harry was always time well spent. “Oh, she’s just hanging out with her boyfriend. You know, the usual. Oh! But guess what he got her as a birthday present!” Harry looked at you in question. “A brand new set of wheels!” you exclaimed. He looks at you amused before bursting out laughing. “What’s so funny Haz? Do I have something on my face? What?” you ask. Between laughs he breathlessly said, “Why would he buy her just wheels?” You close your eyes, mentally facepalming before opening your mouth. “Harry. Getting a set of wheels means she got a new car.” He blushes and puts his face in his hands. “Americans have such weird slang!” he cries as the two of you laugh.
Louis: Louis and you were rushing around trying to get ready for an awards ceremony the two of you had to attend. “Where’s my tie?!” Louis cried. You dashed over and handed it to him. You were putting up your hair quickly and the two of you got into the car. “Setting up the fort took longer than expected,” you breathed out. He laughed and nodded. “What time do we have to be there?” he asked. “Six o’clock, on the dot.” He looked at you, giggling. “What’s so funny?” you asked. “You and your American slang, Y/N. It’s absolutely adorable,” he chuckled and the two of you sped off to the awards show.
Liam: You felt like absolute crap. Your nose was running, your stomach was grumbling, your eyes were watering. You weren’t in the mood for any socializing, but nonetheless, your amazing boyfriend Liam came over and took care of you. He fed you soup and put blankets over you to keep you warm since you were against cuddling, not wanting to get him sick too. At the end of the day, Liam and you were watching Crazy Stupid Love when Li sprung up with an idea. “How about we do a Twitcam?!” he asked. “Aw, Li, I love you, but I look horrible,” you groaned. He gave you the puppy eyes and you finally consented because you couldn’t say no to his adorable face. He tweeted that he was going to do a Twitcam and logged on after about 10 minutes. There were thousands of fans waiting and you tried to cover your face. “Hey guys! It’s me and my beautiful girlfriend Y/N!” Liam said. “Even though I look ratchet today guys. Sorry, I’m sick,” you explain. Liam cocks his head. “What did you say?” Liam asks. “What? That I look ratchet?” He nods. “Ooooh! Li, that just means I look horrible.” “American slang is difficult,” he says stubbornly and you laugh. “And you always look beautiful too.”
Niall: “Hey babe!” Niall called into the house. “I need to show you something!” You bounded down the stairs into your boyfriend’s arms. “What is it Ni?” He smiled before pulling out his phone. “Listen to the song!” Niall exclaimed. He turned on his Mp3 of Rock Me. You were so excited to hear it and you were smiling the whole way through. “Omigod Niall! That is so fetch!” you screamed throwing yourself into his arms. He hugged you tight but when you pulled back he looked puzzled. “Fetch?” he asked. You giggled. “It means awesome.” He made an “ah!” type of face and the two of you listened to it over and over again.
