Louis
I was making a sandwich with the rest of the bread when Louis came back, slamming the door. “Welcome-” “You told them didn’t you,” Louis said in a very low tone. He only spoke like this when he was extremely pissed. “Lou, my parents are not the government. We needed the money so-” “That’s not the fucking point,” He yelled, making me flinch. No. He never yelled like this. Once he saw the fear in my eyes and my action to his burst of anger, his eyes went back to something calmer. “I’m sorry I-” “You know what Louis? Excuse me for admitting to my parents we needed help. I get it! You can make your own money! But you know what?! Your pride needs to fucking step aside, and you need to learn you can’t do everything on your own.” It had been hours since we spoke again. Then Louis poked through the door like a scolded child. “I’m sorry okay? I just-” “I know. I was saying stupid things,” I mumbled flipping the channels. “I did stupid things,” He sighed, moving in next to me. “I’m grateful your parents are helping us out. I’ll pay them back.” He mumbled the words into the crook of my neck, and I knew the argument was over.
Niall
"You told them, didn’t you," I yelled at Niall from the bathroom. "What do you mean," He responded trying to act confused. "You told the boys that I’m pregnant!" "(Y/N) c’mon. I’m pretty sure telling my best mates is the easiest part in all of this," He joked. "It’s not funny! I thought we were going to tell our parents before we told anyone, including the guys. I really don’t want them making jokes either," I sighed. They always would crack on us when we would do anything couple-based around them. Kissing, holding hands, even hugging. Me being pregnant? They’d have a fucking field day with this "Why would they-" "You know why! They’re always joking about us. I mean I love them Niall, but sometimes they’re nuts," I sighed. "Hey, they were actually really happy about it. Yeah, maybe a couple jokes about how I did knock you up," He winked making me slightly giggle, "But they’re excited to be uncles." "Well, at least we got that out of the way. Now..it’s just the family."
Liam
Once Liam got home from whatever he was doing with the boys, he came and wrapped himself in me. “That’s unexpected. Usually I just get a kiss,” I giggled, but I knew something was wrong in his expression. “Li-” “I love you. I love you so much,” He spoke, sounding like he was on the verge of breaking. But for what? “I love you too.” “Don’t ever leave,” He breathed, resting his mouth on my collarbone. “Never.” I don’t know how we got there, but we were suddenly on the couch, tangled in each other. His mouth on mine, in the best way. Then…I knew. Lip-gloss. Not too much, but enough of a glint on the corner of his mouth. Enough to give me an idea of where he’d been for the past hour. “You saw her,” I whispered, trying not to break right there beneath him, “Didn’t you?” “(Y/N) it was a-” “Didn’t you?!” He moved up from me, and put his head in his hands. A sure sign it happened. I didn’t want to believe it, but it was all in his eyes: confession. “It was a huge mistake. I wish I could take it back,” He pleaded, trying to look at me, “All that happened was a kiss. I swear.” “One kiss that just cost you me,” I cried as I got up, walking away from him.
Harry
I sat still at the table as me and Harry caught eyes. Two months nothing, and here we were. Staring like idiots. He strode over to the table with a small grin, and sat down. “(Y/N).” “Harry. It’s been a while.” He nodded, and chuckled at my beanie. “What-” “That’s the same beanie you wore when we fell in the snow,” He checked under the table and grinned again, “And the same black boots. Remember?” We both laughed at the remembrance, and a sudden ache washed over me. What the hell was I doing? I was falling back in, after I told myself to forget him. Forget this. I couldn’t get my heart broken again. Not after he up and left when he got scared of actually being with someone. Or even being in love with someone. “Harry, I can’t do this. This isn’t right, or fair to me. You should know that after…I should just go,” I sighed, getting up from my seat. “(Y/N), wait.” A slight turn was all he needed to have enough courage and kiss me. Right there in the middle of the coffee shop, with half of the customers watching us. “Harr-” “You loved me back then didn’t you?” I nodded pressing my forehead to his. “Love me again. Please. I know I was wrong - am wrong -and I know I was being a coward, but I-” Shutting him up with a soft kiss was the best way to get my points across with him. “Loving you was - is - never the problem Harry. It’s getting you to admit you’re wrong.”
Zayn
Who had sex before a wedding? Well, maybe some people. But I was never one to be late, and never for that reason. But of course, Zayn said we had enough time, and I could tell the tightness of his pants needed tending to. We were too late as it was when we made it to the church, and Zayn’s ruffled hair was a good hint why we were. I sighed, trying to fix the mess of hair I had as well. “Babe, it’ll be fine. Nobody will suspect, I swear,” He joked. “Fine. But if anyone makes a slight comment I’m going to leave,” I glared hopping out of the car. We opened the church doors, and I was pleased to find they were just about to start. Leanne came up to me with a smirk on her face. “So, wedding sex before the actual wedding?” My cheeks flushed to a bright crimson, and I tried to shake her comment off. “Le, we’re in a-” “You did didn’t you,” She beamed with excitement. A couple people turned their heads, and Zayn rushed us to our seats. Saved by the erupting organ, I spent the rest of the wedding trying to forget about Leanne’s utter excitement in our shag, and watching the wedding ceremony.
