Liam: "Babe?" he whispers into the darkness. His hand finds yours, squeezing it tight. "Babe, are you crying?" He's answered only with another bout of sobs and he immediately pulls you to his chest as he murmurs reassurances.
Harry: "Shhh, love," he murmurs as his fingers catch in your hair You're tucked close to his chest, tears wetting his neck. "Shhh, I'm here. I'm here. I'll always be here. Shhh..."
Niall: "Y/N?" he asks, voice laced with concern and alertness despite the time being three in the morning. "What is it? What's wrong?" He flicks on the lights, peering into your tear-filled eyes and captures you in his arms, not letting you go until your tears have dried.
Zayn: His eyes flash open at the sound of your soft sobs. "Don't cry, boo," he whispers. "I won't let anything happen to us. You know that, don't you?"
Louis: He pushes your tear-dampened hair off of your face. "Shhh," he coos. "You're fine. You're here with me. I've got you. Shhh. You're okay. I'm right here. You're fine..."
