Harry: When you heard that Harry, your best friend, had a girlfriend you were crushed. It's been about two weeks since you talked to him last. He keeps calling and texting you constantly, but you don't answer him. One day you're fed up with being stuck at home, so you go for a walk. Eventually you come to the park that you and Harry used to go to as kids. You walk around for a bit before coming to the tree. You guys used to climb up this tree and be there for hours just hanging out and messing around, climbing the tree. You sit at the base of the tree as the wind picks up a bit. You listen to the wind whistle and the autum leaves crunch. Then you realize it's from footsteps. You turn around and see Harry walking toward the tree, alone. "(Y/N)..." He says as he walks up to you. You don't say anything, but turn away to hide your teary eyes. "Why aren't you talking to me, love?" He asks. "Still calling me love when you have a girlfriend?" You say sternly, still not looking at him. "I'll always call you love, I always have." He says. "Well what about her? What do you call her then?" You say, crossing your arms around your knees. "(Y/N), please look at me." He begs and you shake your head. "My ex. I call her my ex." He finally says, then you look at him. "What?" You ask, confused and ignoring the fact that a tear escaped you and is going down your face. "(Y/N)..." He sighs, wiping away your tear. "No, tell me what happened." You say, pushing his hand away. "You weren't talking to me. She wasn't worth losing you over." He says. "When did you break up with her?" You ask curiously. "The day after I told you I was with her." He sighs, shaking his curls out. "Harry, you didn't have to." You tell him, immediately feeling guilty. "I did. I can't lose you (Y/N)." He tells you. "Yes you could. I'm just a friend." You say under your breath. "No, I can't. You're more than that. You're my best friend... And I love you." He says. "I love you, too." You say impulsively. "You don't understand." He sighs, looking down shyly. You put your hand under his chin and make him look at you, then you lean in and kiss him. "Yes I do, Haz." You smile at him. "I love you so much." He sighs happily, kissing you again and running his hand through your hair.
Niall: He got a girlfriend last week. You didn't even find out from him. You went to Nando's for lunch and say him there with some blonde girl, holding hands. He say you and smiled at you, then waved. She pulled his attention to her and said something to him and his face fell, when he looked back you were gone. You couldn't stay there and see him with someone else, not with how you felt about him. Ever since he's been calling you and texting you non stop. You don't answer, you just let it ring. Niall calls you again, and when you hear his ringtone you start to cry a bit as you watch TV. You hold you phone in your hand, tempted to answer, but you know you can't. When it stops ringing you go back to flipping through the channels until you find Grease, Niall's favorite movie. Then you hear a loud knocking at the door, but it doesn't stop for a while. "Alright! I got it! I'm coming!" You yell as you jog to the door. You could hardly hear it over the pouring rain. When you open the door you see a drenched Niall standing in the door way. "Niall! What are you doing?" You exclaim, grabbing him by his wrist and dragging him inside. You close the door and get him a towel, then a blanket once he's dry except for his hair. "I had to talk to you... Wait, have you been crying?" He asks, obviously worried. You wipe your face with the sleeve of your jacket, which is actually his jacket. "No..." You say defensively. Then he steps close to you, dropping the blanket, and kisses you passionately. "Niall, you have a girlfriend!" you yell at him when he backs away. "No I don't." He says seriously. "I saw you two, remember?" You tell him and he just shakes his head. "No, I really don't. When she saw how happy I looked when I saw you she said it was her or you." He explains. "I chose you." He goes on. "Me? Why would you choose me over her?" You ask, looking down shyly. "It's always been you, (Y/N). I love you." He says nervously. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. "I've never been so glad to hear someone say that. I love you, too." You tell him. Then you two make popcorn and watch Grease.
