Zayn: “Eh, mate?” Niall asked silently, making Zayn lift his gaze from his phone. He had been scrolling through his phones photo gallery, smiling to the pictures of you. He had been on tour few weeks, missing you terribly. All he wanted to do was hold you against his chest and bury his lips to your hair. He wanted to look to your eyes and see the love pouring out of them when he made you feel full. He wanted you, and being on tour was killing him slowly. “Yeah?” he asked, brown eyes smiling of the thought of your lips when he looked at his mates who were looking at him, frozen and silent. He could feel how his heart froze when he saw their sad frowns, not predicting any good. “What is it?” he asked, feeling how his voice got gruff. Louis opened his mouth, only to close it again, looking at his black haired friend. Zayn’s tattooed arms were tensed. He could feel the fright growing in his stomach. Boys were never this silent. “It’s about Y/N…We don’t know if it’s true, but it’s trending on twitter and..,” Liam hesitated, looking at Zayn, making his figure tremble. “Y/N?” he spat out, feeling how fright took him over. “R.I.P Y/N, is trending,” Harry finished lowly, making Zayn’s heart stop. He could feel how the words sank to his brain, making his hands tremble. He tried to reach his phone but his fingers felt like piece of wood. “Here mate, let me,” Liam said silently, dialing your number, letting Zayn to lift the phone to his ear. The silence was eating him when he waited you to pick up. His eyes were teary when the beeping noises continued, making him almost give up. He closed his brown eyes, feeling how his most horrible nightmare came alive. He wanted to be home, he wanted to be sure that you were safe at all times. He could feel his fingers sweat against the phone when he heard a small clicking noise. “Hi honey,” you answered quickly, sounding sleepy. He could feel his body tremble when he fell to his knees in front of the boys. “You’re alive,” he breathed, making you chuckle lightly. “Well of course…I’m sorry I didn’t answer, I was taking a nap..,” you smiled, hearing his heavy breathing through the phone. He smiled breathing deep, letting out a shaky laugh what joined to lads’ cheerful yells. “I love you so much Y/N, you have no idea,” he breathed, running his hand over his black stubbly chin. Your light laugh had never sounded more beautiful to him. “I love you too Zayn, can you now tell me what on earth is going on?”
Harry: He smirked, lighting up another candle when he sang to himself happily. He could feel how his nerves shook when he checked the roast, beaming to a picture of you to on the counter. Brushing his brown locks off his face he breathed in, smile still covering his face. He could feel how the ring box brushed his palm when he hide it behind napkins, knowing that you weren’t expecting it at all. His phone vibrated against the kitchen counter, making Harry smirk and jog to get it, only sighing when he saw the caller. “She’s not home yet,” he answered smiling, listening how the future best man breathed deep before answering to him. “Did you hear?” Grimmy asked slowly, not with his usual cheery voice. “What?” Harry asked instantly, feeling how his excitement was covered with worry. Hi fiddled with his tattooed fingers nervously, heart banging against his chest tattoos. Grimmy was always so playful and cheery but now his voice was dead serious. “Y/N, some people say she’s…that she’s dead, Harry,” Grimmy said deeply, making Harry’s hands shake. He sat down not caring that he was sitting on the kitchen floor when he chocked to his words, feeling his chin tremble. There was nothing he could say. He felt dizzy when his heart fell to pieces. He sat on the floor, tattooed arms hugging himself when he let out a chocked sob, making Grimmy chuckle. “You Mr. Styles, have just being pranked! Enjoy the rest of your day!” he yelled laughing, making Harry froze when he let out another sob, throwing the phone away, making the battery fall off. “Harry?” you asked, peeking your head through the door when you arrived, seeing your boyfriend sit on the floor crying. “Kitten,” he breathed, feeling how relief took him over, making him sob even more. “Hey, hey, It’s okay,” you soothed gently, sitting next to him, running your hand on his smooth cheek, making him lean on your touch, tears falling to your skin. “You’re the most important thing in my life, you know that right?” he choked out, hugging you tightly to his chest, making you soothe his fast heartbeat. He closed his green eyes, few tears rolling off under his eyelids when he held you. You were on his arms and safe, and nothing would take you away from him.
