- (ditt namn) you are so drunk. You hear Louis say from beside you, and you look over to him. You, Louis and your boyfriend were out clubbing, which your boyfriend had convinced you to come to him with. You knew if you came, he’d end up ditching you anyway, so you dragged Louis along with you.

- Noooo, I’m not! you slur out, grabbing Louis’ hand and pulling him out to the dance floor.

- Where’s Alex? Louis asks as the two of you start dancing, referring to your boyfriend, and you shrug your shoulders.

- Probably off with some whore in the bathroom. you tell him, glancing down to your feet.

- Why would you think that? Louis asks, holding you up straight as you start to tumble to the side.

- Maybe dancing wasn’t such a good idea. Louis grabs your hand, leading you straight towards a lounge in the corner of the club. You nod your head in agreement as you feel your stomach flipping.

- Maybeeee. you giggle as he plops you down, taking a seat beside you.

- Anyway, why would you think he would do that? he asks you again, and you sigh.

- Because, he’s a tool. You mutter. Louis nods his head in agreement. Louis had hated Alex from day one and you never understood this, Alex was the biggest sweetheart and you thought he would never treat you horribly. That was until you had caught him in bed with another girl three weeks earlier. You hadn’t told Louis about the situation, you knew he would flip out and you weren’t willing to lose Alex, so you forgave him quickly. You knew you shouldn’t have forgiven him, you should have dumped his sorry ass. But you couldn’t. You thought he truly cared about you, and you decided to give him another chance.

- I just don’t get it, I treat him so good and I take care of him and make him dinner and clean his house and I just thought that I treated him how he deserved to be treated, but he still does this to me? I try my best to be good enough, but obviously I’m not. Why aren’t I good enough?

you start to cry, tears dribbling down your cheeks.

- What? What happened? Tell me right this second, [ditt namn]. Louis holds your hand tightly, wiping away your tears with his other hand.

- He cheated on me, Lou. you sob, and his body freezes.

 - I’m going to kill him. Louis hisses before going to stand up, but you pull him back towards you.

- No, stay! you whisper before Louis relaxes back down, lifting you completely into his lap and rocking you back and forth.

- What an idiot. What a frigging idiot. How come you’re still with him? You don’t deserve that bullshit. You deserve a guy who is going to treat you like a queen, who is going to come home to you every evening and appreciate every last thing you do for him. You deserve a guy who is going to kiss the floor you walk on, who would never even think about another girl for the rest of his life. He doesn’t deserve you.Louis says into your hair, kissing it softly. Your stomach flips again, but this time it isn’t because of the alcohol. It’s because your getting butterflies being this intimate with Louis, your heart is racing and your mind is telling you ‘Kiss him! Kiss him right now!’. - I’ll treat you how you deserve to be treated.. Louis tells you, continuing to kiss your hair.

- Promise? you ask, and he pulls you away from him.

- Wait, are you agreeing to this? he asks, his eyes widening in shock.

- I love you, Lou, please just kiss me? you say, sobering up.

- Okay, but after this, I’m going to punch your now EX boyfriend in the face, hope you don’t mind! Louis smiles at you before pulling you in for a long kiss.

 

Harry:

- I’m not coming. Harry grumbles and you roll your eyes.

- Why not, Harry? It’s my birthday dinner, you’d think you could get over this childish shit for one night! you hiss at him.

- Sorry, but no, not going to happen. Harry answers you, turning away from you and changing the TV channel. You reach over and grab the remote, switching it off.

- Harry, look at me, seriously! you say, and he glances up at you.

- Brad was kind enough to invite you, he knows the two of you don’t get along, but he still invited you. He’s at least making an effort, I’d expect my best friend to at least make one too.

You say to him, reaching out to touch his hand, but he pulls it away.

- No, don’t expect me to make friends with your suck-up boyfriend. He’s only with you because he likes the way you look, and I’m not going to fall for that bullshit like you do. I know guys, [ditt namn], and I know when they are in a relationship because they are truly in love, and he isn’t. I’m sorry, but no, I can’t stand to be around that tool, can’t you just stay here and we’ll have a movie night instead?

Harry jumps up from his couch, and you follow him. You were used to this, Harry was always complaining about your boyfriend. You didn’t understand why, Brad had never done anything to offend Harry or make him mad, you figured Harry was just being a sook and overdramatic.

- Harry, come on, it’s my birthday! I don’t want to have to choose between staying here with you or having dinner with my boyfriend, that’s not fair. You tell him, and he faces you again.

- You wouldn’t have to choose if you broke up with him. He stares at you intently, and you try to read his expression.

- What has he ever done to you, Harry? All he’s ever done is be completely polite to you, and you treat him like a piece of dirt. Why is that? you ask, leaning against his kitchen counter.

- Because he gets you and I don’t. He whispers to himself, thinking you wouldn’t hear.

- What? you ask, nearly falling over as you hear those words fall out of his mouth. Harry bites his lip, like he does when he’s nervous.

- Because he’s an ass. Harry covers up, turning around. You grab his arm and turn him back to you.

- No, I heard what you said, Harry Styles, now tell me exactly what’s going on before I walk out of your door, end of this friendship. And after nearly 10 years of being friends with you, I don’t think I’d like that very much. You release his arm as he sits down on the floor, leaning against the cupboard.

- Why are you such an idiot, Styles. he slams his head back, muttering to himself. You sit beside him and wait for his explanation.

- I just don’t like the thought of you two together. I can’t stand being near the two of you. I hate how he kisses you, how he holds your hand, how he looks at you.. I hate that every night he gets to be cuddled up in bed with you, whispering how much he loves you and I’m here, by myself, wishing that I was him. How am I supposed to be around someone when all I want to do is be them. He sighs, wiping at the tears that are forming in his eyes. You stare at him in shock.

- What? You manage, and he looks up at you.

- I’m sorry, I just can’t be near him, I’m sorry. Happy birthday, (ditt namn). He breathes out, standing up. You follow his action, wrapping your arms around his torso.

- I’m staying with you! You tell him quietly, and he looks down at you.

- Don’t be silly, go have fun with Brad. he mumbles.

- No, I’m staying with you, I choose you. you pull him back down to the floor with you, as he looks at you with confusion.

- What do you mean?.. Harry asks, and you just shake your head.

- I love you, Harry. Always have, always will. you say before pulling Harry’s lips to yours, realizing that you’d been in love with this boy since the day you’d met.

 

Liam:

Liam groans as your boyfriend walks out of the room to use the toilet.

- Isn’t he perfect? you mumble, staring after him.

- Absolutely divine. Liam mutters sarcastically, and your head snaps to him.

- Why do you hate him so much? What has he ever done to you besides me perfectly nice?

you ask, your voice strong.

- I don’t hate him, I can’t say I like him, but I don’t hate him. Liam says, smiling at you before getting up to go grab some popcorn. You follow him and poke a finger into his shoulder.

- Liar, I overhead you tell Niall that you hated him the other day, now tell me why? I just don’t get what he’s done? you ask as Liam slides the popcorn into the microwave.

- I dunno, he’s just never made an effort to know me.  Liam replies, looking at you.

- Well, you’ve never made an effort to know him. You reply easily, slipping up onto the kitchen counter.

- Why should I? There’s nothing that can change my opinion on him. Liam leans on the counter beside you and you sigh.

- Why not? you ask curiously, your eyes on the microwave, waiting for the popcorn.

- How am I supposed to be happy for you to be in a relationship with someone who isn’t me?

Liam asks, and you turn your head to him.

- What’s that supposed to mean? you ask, but you know what it means. And so does Liam, who’s face turns red and he turns to the microwave, grabbing the popcorn before the microwave even goes off.

- It means, that I don’t think he’s right for you.

- And you would know what’s right for me because? you question.

- Because we’ve been best friends since we were 5 years old and I know your type, and he’s not it. He says simply, opening the packet.

- And what’s my type? you ask, getting angry.

- Your type is not him! Liam turns to you, his eyes burning into yours.

- And how the hell would you know my type, Liam? I haven’t liked any of your girlfriends in the past, but I don’t say anything, because your my best friend and I support you through everything. I finally have a boyfriend, and you act like this? Grow up, Liam, just because I’m not with someone as perfect as you doesn’t give you the right to-

your cut off with Liam’s lips kissing yours furiously.

- I hope you two are happy together. You hear your boyfriend, Luke’s, voice from behind you.

- Luke, this isn’t what it looks like,  I swear. you push Liam away from you, slipping off the bench and storming towards your boyfriend.

- I know exactly what it is, and I’m being honest right now, I hope you two are happy together, you two deserve it. Luke looks down at you fondly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before glancing at Liam, waving politely and smiling.

- Take care of my girl, I know you really love her. He says to Liam, and you shake your head.

- Luke, what are you talking about? This is crazy, I’m in love with you! you tell him, reaching for his hand.

- That may be true, but I know that you love him more, and I know that he loves you more than I ever could. And honestly, he deserves you. Liam, I know you don’t particularly like me, but lad, you’ve got an amazing girl here, and I’m leaving her here with you, I trust you with her. You take care of her for me? And (ditt namn), listen, he really loves you. And I know you  love him. I see the way you look at him, and you’ve never looked at me that way before. Just, take care, okay? Luke says, squeezing your hand once more before leaving the room. You look back at Liam, sinking in exactly how you feel about him.

- Wow. you both breathe out at the same time. You bite your lip, trying to process what just happened and what you should do next.

- Can I kiss you again now? Liam asks, and you stare at him, before your expression softens and you nod your head as he grins and walks over to kiss you.

Luke had right, you actually loved Liam more then anything.

 

Niall:

- Oh for fucks sake, do you two really have to? Niall groans, as you and your boyfriend Troy are snuggled up together on the couch.

- Yep, we really do. Troy presses kisses to your neck, reaching his hands down towards your boobs and you look up at Niall for help, and he nods. You and Troy had been dating for nearly two months, and you really liked him, but it just wasn’t working out how you wanted. He was too full on, and he was always sarcastic and sour. You knew this relationship wasn’t going anywhere, not when you were in it with a boy who constantly insulted you and acted like he didn’t even care about you. You’d told Niall all of this, and he was furious. He hated the thought of any boy touching his best friend any way that she didn’t want to be touched.

- Obviously she doesn’t want to be with you, mate. Get off her! Niall reaches for your hand, and you accept it gratefully, standing up.

- What the hell? Are you fucking serious, lad? I get that you two are friends and all, but she’s my girl now, I do what I want with her.  He stands up, face to face with Niall.

- Oh, she’s your girl? I don’t think you understand, but she’s actually MINE. I’ve known her for years, she was mine first. She doesn’t like you touching her like that, simple as that, bro. Just don’t touch her! Niall pulls you to his side, and at first your flattered, but then you’re scared. Troy is nearly a head taller than Niall, and a lot more muscular. You knew that Troy could take Niall out in a heartbeat, and your heart began to race.

- I’ll fucking touch her how I want to! Why are you being like this, huh? Are you jealous? Yeah, mate, I got her! Troy points at you.

- Her! And you know what you got? Nothing. Stop trying, I know you’re in love with her, but just grow up. She’ll never love a dumb Irish like you. He says and You see Niall’s fist curl up at this remark, and you jump in front of him.

- Shh, Niall, stop, stop now. It’s not worth it, you know that’s not the truth. Niall, look at me, just breathe. Niall’s eyes flicker down to meet yours, and you see his face soften.

- I’m sorry, (ditt namn). he says, staring you straight in the eye. You touch his face, giving him a small smile before turning around.

- Troy, leave him alone. You know what? Leave me alone too, while you’re at it. You’re wrong, you don’t have me. At least not anymore. Because I guess I’m in love with a dumb Irish. You tell him as Niall smiles. Troy looks like about to slap you in the face, and Niall notices this, jumping in front of you and punching Troy right in the face. You gasp, pulling Niall away as Troy holds his nose.

- What the fuck, man?! Troy lifts his hand to punch Niall back, but you step in between them.

- Stop! Troy get out of here now before I call the police, just leave! you hiss at him, and he rolls his eyes, walking out of your open door and cursing. You lift your hand to your forehead, rubbing it furiously.

- You really would love a dumb Irish like me? you feel Niall’s arms around your stomach, pulling you to him.

- Too late for me to change my mind. you giggle as he kisses your head.

 

Zayn:

- He’s such an idiot. Zayn mutters to you.

- Who? you take a sip of your drink, looking up at Zayn’s furious face.

- Your jurk boyfriend, that’s who! he replies, running his fingers through his hair.

- Why, what did he do? you ask, confused. Zayn was never too fond of Rob, but he at least made an effort in front of you. He would still say hello politely, and would never speak bad of him in front of you.

- He told me to stay away from you. Zayn mumbles, taking a seat at your kitchen counter.

- Huh? Why would he do that? What did he say to you exactly? you take a seat beside him, as your heart pounds in your chest. What gave Rob the right to do that to your Zayn? Zayn was your best friend, had been since you were 14 years old and you had to partner up to learn how to ballroom dance. The two of you were the shyest in your grade, and everyone else had already partnered, and you two were the only ones left. You two were also very shy about dancing, so while everyone else was learning, you and Zayn hung around in the back, making conversation about how you hated dancing and eventually it transformed into a beautiful friendship.

- He told me that he thinks that I’m in love with you, and he would like it if I could stay away from you, because he is really trying to make this relationship work. Zayn drops his head down onto his folded arms, and you make a face, pulling out your phone and dialling Rob’s number.

- Hey babe! Rob says happily.

- Don’t hey babe me, why the hell would you say that to Zayn! you yell into the phone, and Zayn’s head shoots up, staring at you.

- (ditt namn) , don’t, it’s fine. Zayn says, touching your arm but you shake him off.

- It’s disgusting the way he drools over you, (ditt namn), I want to make this relationship work with you and he’s getting in the way! He answers you, his voice annoyed.

- He’s getting in the way? Rob, he’s my best friend! I don’t tell you who you can be friends with, you don’t tell me who I can be friends with. If you wanted to make this relationship work with me, you should have come to me first.  Zayn is my best friend, and he always will be, and I don’t think I can be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t appreciate him. I honestly can’t believe this, but if he was ever in love with me, I’m sure I would love him back, because to be honest, Zayn is the perfect guy. He’s been the perfect best friend for the last five years, and I think that he would be the perfect boyfriend. I’m sorry, Rob, but we’re over.

You hung up, throwing your phone onto your couch and groaning. You look over to Zayn, who is staring at you with hopeful and intent eyes.

- What? you ask, taking a seat beside him.

- That was unnecessary, you didn’t need to break up with him. Zayn says, and you shush him.

- Yes I did, otherwise I would probably feel guilty for doing this. you whisper.

- For doing what? Zayn asks, and you answer him by pulling him close and pressing his lips to yours.

- Good answer. Zayn mumbles into the kiss.