Harry:

You’re still in your wedding dress when you hear a soft knock on the door, and figuring it was just one of the workers telling you to finally get the dress off and leave, you open the door in one quick motion.

- Look, I’m nearly- what are you doing here? You mutter when you see its Harry, guilty look on his face.

- I know you said you wanted me to leave and to not speak to you, but I… I just feel so bad for doing what I did. Please talk to me, (ditt namn), let me make it better. He consoles.

- You can’t make it better, Harry. Have you processed what you said to me? I’ve only just managed to let it sink in a minute ago. And.. and... and why are you staring at the dress?. You suddenly question when Harry’s eyes aren’t on your face, insted he just stares at your dress.

- I was kinda hoping you’d have taken your off dress by now. He murmurs, finally looking at you properly again.

- Why are you telling me all of this now? You whine, hands clenching the dressing room door.

- You had so many chances, Harry..

- Are you mad at me? Harry asks, looking defeated, his eyes are red and not lighting up like usual, and it hurts to know you’re the reason for him looking so glum.

- I’m not mad, Harry. I’m annoyed. And confused. I’m so fucking confused now because I have no idea what to do anymore! You run a hand through your hair and opened the door fully now so Harry can some in. He sits down on the bench, hands in his curls and low moan of frustration leaving him.

- I’m sorry I messed up, love. I should have just kept my mouth shut, I know. But it’s so hard seeing you do this, getting married to someone who isn’t me. I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t hide it anymore. I don’t want to, it hurts too much to keep it locked away. And now you’re gonna hate me and never speak to me again because I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I? I don’t blame you if you don’t even want me at the wedding anymore. He whispers, and you step over to your broken best friend who still has his head in his hands.

- Oh, Harry. You sigh, rubbing a comforting hand in his soft locks.

- I’m so sorry.

- Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything. He mutters.

- Just… don’t be upset, you’re killing me. I just wish you would have spoken up earlier. He scoffs,  - what would that have done, though? I’d still get my hopes up and you’d still say no, say you didn’t love me like I love you. He sniffles.

- Oh god, don’t cry! you gasp, trying to reach out to him, but there’s so much you can do in the dress you’re wearing, struggling to give him a proper hug.

- I’m sorry, I’m being an idiot. He croaks.

- ..I hope you’re happy with him, (ditt namn). And I hope he treats you good, like you deserve to be treated. You deserve the best, you know? So I hope he gives it to you, that and more, love. I wish it was me giving you all the happiness in the world, because I’d give you everything I had, but… just promise me you’re gonna be happy with him? He finishes and goes to stand up, but you push him down by shoulders, Harry giving you a questioning look.

- What are you doing?

- Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you to tell me all of this? I’ve had some stupid school girl crush on you since day one, and I hid it for so long because every girl you were ever with was like, model material and the opposite to me. You’re an idiot for hiding it… I’m an idiot for hiding it. I don’t wanna be alone for the rest of my life, and I figured you’d never fall for me so I’d just get the next best thing. You cry,

- but he doesn’t even compare to you, Harry. No matter how hard I try to convince myself that he’s better than you, it won’t work. And I was so scared you’d just push me away and tell me you didn’t want be with me. And then we wouldn’t even be friends. You end, bringing a hand to your face to wipe your tears with a heavy breathe. Harry stares at you with eyes wide and mouth open.

- (Ditt namn)… you’re being serious? He makes sure.

- Would I lie about this? You laugh, teary eyed.

- It’s been you since the beginning, Harry. You say.

- (ditt namn), love, if you let me, you know I won’t let you down. I’d make you so happy in every way possible, every little bit in me would be for you. You just gotta give me one chance to prove it to you, and I’ll do it. I swear! He pleads, and you nod softly, knowing he’s telling the truth.

- I’d kiss you, but… I can’t really move in this dress. You smile, and Harry grins widely, pulling you down into his lap to give you a deep kiss you’ve both waited so long for, not looking graceful at all when you both hit the ground with a laugh.

Niall:

You don’t see or talk to Niall for exactly a week, despite him phoning you up constantly. You ignored his calls for as long as you could, trying to get your head around the situation and making decisions you never thought you’d have to make. However you agree to meet at his house for lunch one day, you missed him and you know he must have missed you. When you get to his place and he opens the door, he gives what seems to be a sigh of relief when he sees your face. - (ditt namn). He starts, holding the door open for you,

- thanks so much for coming, babe. I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been calling you for a week now. Why haven’t you answered? I mean I know why. But still, I wish you could have said something. He blurts out quickly and you struggle to make sense of his words due to the speed and accent, so you offer him a friendly smile. 

- That’s a bit fast, isn’t it? You joke. Niall smiles at this and guides you to his lounge room where you both sit in the quiet for a few moments.

- Are you here to yell at me? He breaks the silence.

- What else do you have to say? You encourage, crossing your legs as Niall takes a deep breath, as if he was preparing himself for what he was about to tell you.

- I just wanna say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for dropping a bomb like that on you. You don’t deserve to have ‘I love you’ screamed at you by an angry Irish boy. It should have been done properly. Like, at some cheesy candle lit dinner where I could whisper it in your ear or something. He grins, and you don’t even try to hide the blush that meets your cheeks when he says this.

- I’m sorry for not trying to compromise with you… about your wedding. I was mad and I took it out on the wrong person. I should have been yelling at myself for not telling you sooner. It’s my own fault for sticking it in the vault, thinking that one day I could just let it out like that. He clicks his fingers,

- and you’d come flocking to me. Just because I love with everything I have in me doesn’t mean you love me back. But I was wrong and now I deserve whatever you’re gonna throw at me. He completes his speech, lying back to rest on the couch with a sigh. -

- … I forgive you, Niall. Why do you sound so devastated? You were angry and we all slip and say silly things when we’re mad. you console, but Niall just shrugs at this.

- Do you notice anything different about me? You ask, a lively smile appearing on your face.

- And no, it’s not a haircut! you add.

- uhm.. new lipgloss? he tries to guess. You roll your eyes with a grin, holding up your left hand and wriggling your fingers about. Niall quickly sits up when he sees that you no longer have your engagement ring on.

- What happened? Did you lose it? He yells at you, and you can’t help but scoff at him.

- No, Niall. I took it off and gave it back to him. We were rushing into it, weren’t we? And we’re both so young and barely legal adults, I don’t know what I was thinking, to be honest. It took a while for him to get it, but he did eventually. I guess I got caught up in the moment of getting married. You know, buying the dress, sorting out the decorations, all the fun stuff. I wasn’t thinking about the serious things. I wasn’t thinking about how hard it was gonna be saying ‘I do’ to a boy that wasn’t you. You mumble, staring into his bright eyes.

- I guess it took you giving me a good yell to make me see that all I’ve ever wanted was you. That I was in love with you too but too scared to act on it.Niall’s breathing becomes a little heavier when he hears your words and he sits there, not saying a word, just staring at you.

- Niall? Are you alright? You’re not gonna explode, are you? You laugh.

- I just… I’m in shock. Everything I ever wanted is here, right here on my couch, and it happened in a minute. he thoughtfully smiles.

- You know I’m gonna hold you to that candle lit dinner, Horan? You poke him in the chest, and finally a wide ear to ear smile is on his face, and he’s pulling you down into the couch to finally meet your lips.

Zayn:

You wake up late in the afternoon to a God awful headache and a turning stomach, and you know if you don’t get up now, then you never will despite how bad you want something to take the pain away. You grab something from your medicine cabinet to get rid of the pain and then go downstairs to take it with some water when you see Zayn sitting at your kitchen counter. He must have heard your footsteps because he turns around as soon as you enter room, and he gives you a warm smile,

- Morning, (ditt namn)... Well, afternoon, technically… but whatever. How are you feeling? He asks as you grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

- You’re the king of hangovers, Zayn. You know what I’m feeling right now. Why are you still here? Have you been here all night? You ask after taking a gulp.

- I um, got in a few hours ago. Hope you don’t mind. But I still have your spare key, so, yeah. he says.

- Are you’re here to, you know, make sure I didn’t remember anything you said to me last night? You wonder, sitting on a stool so you’re opposite Zayn who was on the other side of the counter. His face drops immediately and he suddenly becomes interested in the floor, no longer meeting your eyes.

- Please don’t be mad at me, (ditt namn), he says softly, a strong layer of guilt coating his words.

- I told the boys so many times I wouldn’t ever tell you. They’re the only ones that know. But somehow they all got it into my head that if I didn’t tell you before your wedding, then that’d be it completely. I couldn’t risk that. You might not feel the same way, but at least I can go to sleep at night knowing that you’re aware of how I feel about you now. I needed to tell you that I was in love with some time. I guess I thought you were so gone last night that you wouldn’t remember. Fighting it has been exhausting anyway, I don’t wanna push it away any longer. I want you to know, babe. I want you know that I love you more than anyone could. His eyes are finally looking at yours when he’s finished speaking.

- Zayn, you sigh, picking at an apple on the counter, trying to distract yourself,

- you make it so easy, don’t you? I mean I could fall into your arms right now, forget about the wedding, and we could just be a happy couple. We’re supposed to be best friends yet we hid secrets from each other for so long. Why didn’t we just tell each other and avoid this mess? You whisper and Zayn brings a hand to your own, holding it tight.

- Don’t lie about this, (ditt namn), he tries to assure himself and you give him a sad smile, tears starting to form as you realise what you’re about to do.

- I’ve never lied to you, Zayn. I’m not gonna start now. Remember last night when you said I never talked about marriage until he came along… Well, it had me thinking all night. I was drunk and everything, but you sort of sobered me up when you left. I don’t know what I’m feeling for you, Zayn. I mean I know what I’m feeling… but it scares me because you’re Zayn, my best friend, I’m supposed to love you not be in love with you. You admit with a small shake of your head. Zayn’s eyes immediately go big when he realises what you just told him.

- Wait, are you saying that you really do feel the same way back? He questions, shock in his voice.

- I love you, Zayn. And last night when you said I never talked about marriage was because I never talked about marriage with you. Because when I do talk about getting married it was about getting married to my best friend. And that’s not exactly something you casually bring up in a conversation. you laugh slightly, shaking your head.

- Which is why I can’t get married to him. I can’t because I’d only end up breaking his heart. I know how you feel, fighting it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Trying to actually accept your best friend not wanting you was just as bad. you say, sliding your engagement ring off and leaving it on the counter, reaching over to grab both of Zayn’s hands.

- But we can fight through the scary stuff together, (ditt namn). Because we both know what we’re going through, we both feel it, don’t we? Zayn murmurs, now standing by you on the stool, hovering above you as he speaks.

- As long as you promise you’ll always be there, Zayn. I love you and I don’t wanna do this alone. you respond, but Zayn doesn’t say anything back, he just pulls you up to him in one quick motion to kiss you for the first time.

Liam:

- Did you know he was gonna do this? Your fiancé asks as soon as you find a spare room.

- What? No. Of course not. How stupid are you? You scoff and you hear Liam mutter some sort insult from behind, making you turn to face him.

- What the hell was that, Liam? You had to say that in front of everyone? My family is out there, God. you groan, but your heart breaks when you see the look on Liam’s face.

- I know, (ditt namn). It’s not like me to do something like that, but doesn’t that just prove how much you mean to me? I’d never do that for anyone else other than you. Who was supposed to be your husband at this moment lets of a loud, sarcastic laugh,

- do you honestly believe this wanker? You’re not falling for this, are you? (ditt namn), you’re smarter than that, don’t let some moron ruin your wedding now!he screams, moving forward to Liam where he grabs at his shirt.

- Stop it! you step between then,

- don’t act like a five year old. Hitting each other will just make the situation worse. You reason, and you see Liam calm down a bit, his fists still clenched together slightly while he shakes his head,

- (ditt namn) can think for yourself. Don’t put things into her head. I know it’s a long shot asking you considering, you know, best friends hardly ever end up together, right? He asks in a whisper now.

- But… there’s gotta be a part of you, somewhere in you, that must have wondered what it would be like if we ended up together. Like a proper couple. Haven’t you ever heard what people say about us? How we’re perfect for each other and all that? I’ve always known we’d be perfect for each other, though. I didn’t need other people to remind me, it only made me more upset, knowing that I wasn’t the only one who could see it. His eyes never leave your own while he tells you this, and you can see the honesty and sadness pour out of him.

- I know you didn’t know you were doing it, but you pretty much broke my heart the day you told me you were getting married. And I thought I could avoid this day for some reason, like the calendar would just skip it or something, but today and I woke up and I knew… (ditt namn), I just knew I couldn’t keep hiding how much I love you anymore. He sighs, and you hear a distinct - what a bullshit artist. from behind you which you choose to ignore.

- Liam… Liam, shit, this was the worst day ever to tell me this. you press your hand to your forehead in frustration, turning around slightly to see your fiancé on his way out.

- Where you going? You ask in a hurry, and he shakes his head furiously at you both.

- I knew from day one that his kid was come along and ruin it all. And you’re letting him. You’re letting someone barge in and take you away from me just like that. He shrugs,

- I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And I’ve seen the way you look at him too. You think I don’t notice the way your face lights up whenever you answer the phone and its him on the other end? I’m not blind. I should have been even more suspicious when you forced me to make him one of my groomsmen. I saw it coming from a mile away but I still let it happen. He mutters.

- I hope you’re happy with him, because once I leave I’m not coming back. This is gonna be it, (ditt namn). You’ve made your bed and everything. I don’t wanna see you ever again. You can do the honours of telling everyone what happened. He ends with one last sad look, making a small sob escape your lips. Liam immediately reaches out and pulls you into a hug, one hand rubbing your back up and down.

- I’m so sorry, love, oh my good. Liam whispers.

- What did I just do? You say into his chest.

- I… I dunno. But I think he just implied that you might feel the same way. A hopeful tone in his voice when he says this.

- Ugh, you know I do, Liam. You know I love you and need you, and just tried to replace you because falling in love with your best friend is scary as hell. What if I lost you in the long run? I always had a feeling you felt the same way… but I kept telling myself it was too good to be true. And now I’m a horrible person because look at what I just did to him? You whimper, shaking your head at your actions.

- You’re not a horrible person, babe. Don’t say that. He knew, though, (ditt namn). Didn’t you hear him, love? He knew how you felt and he must have known it would have ended badly. We’re both idiots for letting it go on this long, aren’t we? He says, thumb brushing your lips softly.

- I can’t go out there yet. I just… I wanna be with you for a while. You’re making me feel good despite everything that just happened. You smile, wiping a few tears away.

- Come here, babe. he whispers, pulling you in close like before, only this time feeling much more at home against his chest.

Louis:

When Zayn answers Louis’ door the next morning, you’re not completely surprised.

- Morning (ditt namn)! Zayn greets, not opening the door all the way.

- What’s up? He asks you,

- Um, it’s pretty obvious isn’t it? You give him a fake smile, but Zayn bites his lip, licking conflicted.

- Just… go easy on him, (ditt namn). Try not to break his heart. He says. Zayn’s words play over in your head as you walk to Louis’ room with small steps, and you’re scared of what you’re going to see on the other side of the door when you knock on it softly. You don’t want to see a teary eyed Louis lying in bed.

- Zayn, I told, I don’t want anything to eat. you hear Louis grumble and you open the door to see him covered in blankets, only a small bit of hair showing.

- Zayn. he groans,

- could you just piss off for a little while? You don’t say anything,he still thinks that you are Zayn and you just sit by him on his bed, hands pulling down the blanket to see a discouraged looking Louis, and he sits quickly, eyes wide.

- Did Zayn let you in? He asks in a hurry, making an effort to fix his hair with a few pats.

- You look fine, Louis, stop it. You pull his hands down.

- We need to talk about last night. You start, but Louis pulls away from you.

- I don’t wanna hear it, (ditt namn). Please. Like, I really don’t think I can handle whatever it is you’re gonnna say to me. Coming back here alone and realising what I said was hard enough. And then Zayn came up here to see if I was okay and I had completely forgotten about it, but then the second he brought it up... He takes a deep breathe,

- I just remembered everything I said to you. And now I can’t help but think that you’re gonna hate me for telling you now of all times, what kind of a person does that? I’m a fucking idiot, aren’t I? He shakes his head, sitting at the edge of the bed. You scoot over so you’re behind him now and rest a gentle hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn around.

- You’re not an idiot, Lou. You had the balls to tell me, didn’t you? Some people would probably take it to their graves. You whisper, giving his shoulder a soft massage, trying to comfort him.

- Wait… you don’t sound mad. Aren’t you here to yell at me? He asks you, still not turning around, and his voice is still low and not all like how he would normally sound.

- No, you begin, pausing as you were still trying to figure out what to tell him.

- I’m here to… tell you that I’m so, so confused about everything in my life right now. I wasn’t worried about a single thing until last night. Everything was smooth sailing until everything that happened – and that’s the problem, isn’t it? If I was completely sure about getting married, why am I so scared now? It’s like you made me realise that I am so not ready to be his wife. And… I really never wanna be his wife. Ever. you confess as Louis slowly turns to meet your eyes, a lock of shocking on his face.

- Are you calling off the wedding? Because of me (ditt namn)? think about what you’re saying right now-

- I know what I’m saying, Lou! You confirm.

- And it’s gonna suck telling him that I don’t wanna get married and telling everyone that their invitations mean nothing now. And all the money we’ve wasted on everything so far-

- You’re making me feel worse, love, Louis mutters, but you give him a laugh and pull him close, throwing both arms over him.

- Don’t feel bad. You’re the reason I’m not making a mistake, you know? You should have told me long ago that you had feelings for me, instead of telling Zayn. What was he gonna do? And I should of spoken up as well. You begin to whisper.

- If I had we wouldn’t be in this mess, right? We’d be the ones getting married maybe… I’d be walking down the aisle to my best friend? You smile at him.

- Do you… would ever? Louis questions, and you give him a slight nod.

- I would, Louis. I… love you too. Thank you for being the first one to say it, though. I guess I was scared you wouldn’t say it back because there are so many other girls out there you could be with. And that was silly of me, wasn’t it? Being scared of saying I love you? I love you, Louis Tomlinson, and you best tell Zayn to stop act like a spion and listening to us, before I get up and leave right now. You sneek your eyes at the door, where you can se Zayn hiding and trying to listening to your conversation.

- Piss off, Zayn! Louis snaps, before pulling you down into an unexpected kiss.

(ej skriven av mig )

Harry:

-(ditt namn), why are you dragging me along to this thing? I can’t tell the difference between a… glitter dress and a… whatever it is you said,

Harry whines as you drag him by the arm into the store.

- Because, Harry. I need a male’s opinion on whether the dress looks good on me or not. I want to look perfect for him. Harry rolls his eyes at this and eyes the countless dresses in the store as you quickly scan them, trying to find one that will catch your eye. After searching you finally spot one, a small smile forming on your face as you think that this dress might be ‘the one’ you’ve head so much about.

- Harry,... you call,

-... I think I’ve found it. Soon Harry is by your side and he shrugs, not looking too interested, and you ignore his lack of enthusiasm and go find an employee at the shop to lead you to the dressing room. After slipping the gown on and taking a deep breath after looking in the mirror, you step outside to meet Harry. He’s sitting down, eyes on his phone, before he looks up to meet you, doing a double take which you blush at.

- So, what do you think? Do you think he’ll like it? You ask, hands running down the sleek material. Harry’s not saying anything, he’s staring at you, eyes going up and down, his eyes wide and lighting up.

- You look… you look beautiful, (ditt namn), he whispers,

- He’ll love it. And if he doesn’t then he’s insane. You smile at him, head ducking down to hide the red on your cheeks.

- Thanks, Harry, you tell him, standing in front of the mirror,

- I just really wanna impress him. I wanna impress everyone, but he’s gonna be my husband, my husband, I have to look flawless, you finish.

- You always look perfect, (ditt namn). If he can’t see that then there’s no reason to even bother marrying him, right? He asks, standing behind you as you look in the mirror.

- You look so gorgeous, he murmurs, his eyes meeting your own in the mirror.

- He’s the luckiest man in the world if he gets to marry you, call you his wife. You raise an eyebrow, turning to face the green eyed boy,

- What? 

- I just… you’re all his, aren’t you? And he gets to… hold your hand and kiss you and do everything he wants, and he gets a bonus and gets say that you’re his wife, Harry sighs.

- I’m an idiot for keeping in me so long. And I’m pulling the most cliché stunt, aren’t I? Telling my best friend I’m in love with her when she’s trying on wedding dresses, he smiles, shaking his head, not even regretting that he just revealed his feelings for you.

- Harry…. what? What are you talking about? You ask, voice rising when you feel the panic in your body.

- You know what I’m saying, (ditt namn). I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you. And I grew up trying to push it away, thinking a different girl every night was what I wanted, but really it was always you. And it’s always gonna be you. I know it isn’t fair to tell you this when you’re getting married, but the second you walked out of that dressing room and I saw you in that dress, the only thing I could imagine was you walking down the aisle to me, he continues, but his voice isn’t as strong anymore. It’s beginning to break and it almost sounds like he’s about to cry.

- I don’t wanna hide it anymore. I love you, okay? I love you and your fiancé doesn’t deserve to call you his because everything I feel for you, (ditt namn), it’s been there for years. He can’t compare to how much I love you, he never will. And you can’t marry him, (ditt namn), you can’t do that me, it’ll kill me, he gasps, his eyes tearing up, and you stand there, mouth open in shock. - I… Harry, you need to leave, you mutter at him, and he stares at you confused.

- What? (ditt namn), please, love, just let me-

- No, get out. Go. You can’t drop a bomb like that on me, Harry. You need to get out and don’t… don’t call me, don’t come see me, just leave me alone, you sob, turning your back on him and walking back into the dressing room, shutting the door in an instant.

Niall:

- Sit down, you grin at your best friend Niall,

- I have the best news ever. Niall laughs at your excitement, sitting down opposite you at your kitchen table.

- Guess what happened to me last night? you say, pushing forward the cup of tea you just made him. Niall shrugs,

- tell me, babe. I’m not good at guessing, you know that, he says, sipping the tea.

- Okay, okay, okay. I… in a few months… will be getting… married !! you shriek, showing Niall your left hand where a new ring was sitting on your finger. Niall chokes on his tea and you pat him on the back with a laugh.

- Ugh, I can’t believe he actually proposed. Proposed. Got down on one knee and everything!

you giggle.

-  W- wow, Niall gasps, his eyes not leaving your hand.

- That’s, ah, that’s… when’s the wedding?

- Well we really don’t wanna wait, and it’s only gonna be close friends and family, so… in about two months. I know it’s soon, but we both really want this and he’s just so perfect, everything with him has been so perfect! you smile, but Niall’s face drops.

- What is it? You ask.

- Is it the ring? Is it too much? Is it bad or something-  He cuts you off

- I can’t come, love, he says softly.

- I’ve got the tour starting soon… I won’t be able to make it.

- But… but Niall, this is… did you hear what I just said? You gasp at him.

- I heard, love, and I’m so, so sorry. It just won’t work. I’ve got so much going on overseas, I won’t be able to make it, babe, I’m sorry, Niall continues, but you scoff at him.

- How could you do that to me?

- (Ditt namn), I said I was sorry, Niall whispers.

- Yeah, that doesn’t mean anything though, does it? You can’t even miss one day, just one day, to come and see me, you shake your head.

- Love, I told you: we have the tour. I can’t just walk out and leave? Niall explains.

- It’s my wedding day, Niall. I’m getting married and you’re straight out not even trying to come and see me, you snap at him.

- (Ditt namn), I’m sorry, you know I’d come if I could. Can’t you like… change the date or something? He shrugs.

- No, I’m not gonna… move around dates just to suit you, you snap.

- Then don’t bother sending me photos or anything, (Ditt namn), because I really don’t care then. Stop acting like this is my fault; I told you why I couldn’t come. I have the tour and believe it or not, sometimes things won’t go your way. What are you doing marrying this guy anyway? And yeah, you’re right – the ring is bad, why’d you even say yes to that? You know I could get you one that’s a hundred times better.he grumbles.

- What is that supposed to mean? You question.

- It means this guy is a wanker and doesn’t deserve you because I love you, okay? He yells.

- Niall… what do you mean? You whisper. Niall groans, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

- I didn’t mean to yell at you like that, (ditt namn), he avoids your question.

- I’m sorry I snapped at you, love. You shake your head at him,

- I don’t care, Niall, it’s okay. What do you mean… you love me?

- Exactly what I said, babe. I love you. That’s more of a reason to not go to your wedding than the tour, because I can’t even stand to imagine you marrying someone who isn’t me, you know? I need you to be mine, and I want to be yours. Not this guy who thinks he can propose to a girl like you with that ring, he chuckles softly.

- I’d give you everything, (ditt namn). Everything and more. Just say it and I’ll do it. he finishes with a soft smile that melts your heart for a second before what he just said sinks in.

- Then get out, you shrug.

- Sorry? Niall looks confused

- Get out, Niall. Please. I need a moment to… to think about everything you just told me, oh my god, you gasp.

- Will you be okay, love? I’ll stay if you need someone, he offers, hand running through your hair, but you know you’ll give in, so you stand up, pushing away from him.

- Please, just get out and let me think about all of this, you beg, and Niall just gives you a sad nod, looking defeated, before he leaves.

Zayn:

- This is the best night ever! you yell as Zayn struggles to open your apartment door and hold you up and the same time.

- I’m glad someone’s having fun, he replies sarcastically, and you laugh obnoxiously at this before Zayn finally pushes your door open.

- Yay, you cheer when Zayn sets you down on the couch and you pull the dark haired boy to sit down next to you.

- Love, what are you doing? He wonders when your hands are all over him.

- You’re getting married in less than a week; you can’t be this touchy feely anymore.

- Good thing we went out tonight and not the eve of my wedding, huh? Because I would be soooo hungover. you joke, running your hand over Zayn’s face who was still hovering above you.

- That’s lovely, (ditt namn), he mumbles, removing your hand from his face.

- You’re gonna be okay, right? He asks, pulling away from you.

- You’re leaving already, Zayn? You whine.

- Stay for a bit, I need a friend to keep me company tonight. Zayn shakes his head at you,

- Where’s your future husband? That’s his job.

- With his friends. We both agreed tonight would be the night we go out. He won’t be back ‘til later, so please stay? you beg, clasping your hands together.

- Only because I’m worried you’ll slip and hit your head. He smiles, resting next to you on the lounge with a sigh.

- Can you believe that this time next week I will be a married woman, you smile.

- Nope, you hear Zayn murmur, and you playfully smack him.

- What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not wife material, am I?

- You’re definitely wife material, love. Zayn whispers.

- You’d make the best wife ever, and your husband’s gonna be the luckiest guy in the world.

- Aw, that’s sweet, you ruffle his hair.

- Can you believe it though, (ditt namn)? You never talked about getting married until this guy came on along.

- That guy has a name, Zayn. I know you two don’t really get along, but now you don’t have a choice. He’s gonna be around forever. you turn to face him.

- That sounds like a horror film. He grins, and you pretend to be angry and give him a slight shove, before snuggling up to him.

- Why do you hate him so much anyway? I know he doesn’t like you ‘cause he thinks we’re totally sleeping together behind his back… Zayn gives a small scoff,

- huh, I wish. Your head snaps quickly to meet his eyes,

- what was that? Zayn shake his head furiously,

- I said, erm, whatever you think I said it was the opposite. Zayn tries to explain. The alcohol isn’t affecting you anymore after Zayn’s comment, rather it quickly brought you back to reality.  

- Did you just say…

- Nope.

- Zayn, you begin, but he’s off the couch and heading towards the door.

- Come back, where are you going? You just said you wished that we were sleeping together, what’s up with that? You raise an eyebrow.

- It was a joke, (ditt namn), don’t be so serious. You’re drunk anyway. he points out.

- Not that drunk, you retort, getting up from the couch.

- Look (ditt namn), just go to sleep. You’re gonna have a killer headache tomorrow, so you may as well go to bed now and not drag it on. Zayn instructs.

- You can’t leave like that. You can’t just say something like that when you’re not even drunk and don’t have an excuse. you say, your voice rising with anger.

- So what is it, Zayn? You’re gonna run away like a little boy and refuse to face up to the truth? Where did that even come from? If you’re trying to ruin my wedding of all things-

- Yeah, I meant it, alright? Zayn cuts off.

- I’m not sorry, though. I’m not sorry I love you and have since the first time we ever met. Can you blame for me for saying something like that? You’re gorgeous and everything I could ever want, and I hate myself for not telling you how I feel sooner because now there’s gonna be a ring on your finger and there’s nothing I can do to stop you from getting married, from not being my wife. You happy now, (ditt namn)? Is that what you wanted to hear? Zayn chokes out, and before you even have a chance to address what he’s just said, he’s already out the door.

Liam:

It had taken a lot of convincing, but you had eventually gotten your finance to agree to having Liam as one of his groomsmen so you could have your best friend only a few feet away when you said ‘I do’ and made the whole thing official. You meet Liam’s eyes once you’re done walking down the aisle, stomach full of butterflies, but once you see Liam’s face, you can feel yourself calm down. He’s staring at you with big bright eyes and you shoot him a small smile, before taking the hands of the man before you who was about to become your husband. When the words,

- speak now or forever hold your peace. hit your ears, you can’t help but eye those who are seated, wondering if anyone had anything to say, but when they call remain quit, you breathe a sigh of relief. Before you can feel completely at ease, you see Liam, at the corner of your eye, take a shaky step forward.

- (Ditt namn), you can’t do this. he whispers, and immediately there are gasps from the crowd.

- Liam, what are you doing? You mutter, and your fiancé is just there staring at Liam, eyes narrowed in what seems to be both confusion and anger.

- Can we talk somewhere, you know, more private? Liam asks, but you shake your head.

- Just back off, mate, your fiancé spits,

- take a seat, what are you doing trying to ruin our day?

- I’m not trying to ruin it, Liam explains,

- I don’t wanna upset either of you, especially (Ditt namn). But I need to speak to you. Alone. through gritted teeth he says, as if holding in his frustration.

- Anything you need to say to (Ditt namn) you can say to me, I’m about to marry her…

- Don’t be a wanker. Liam snaps, but his tone changes when he’s faces you to speak,

- please (ditt namn)? he begs.

- Liam, I’m about to get married, whatever you need to tell me can wait, can’t it? It can’t be that important. You push him slightly, as if trying to get him back to his original position with the other confused groomsmen, but instead he grabs your hand.

- (ditt namn), you’re not really giving me a choice here. Either we go somewhere else or I say it right here in front everyone, he speaks quietly.

- Just tell me then, whatever. You mutter, and your soon to be husband looks ready to punch Liam when your best friend opens his mouth to speak.

- I… I love you. And I’m sorry I have to say this in front of everyone but you gave me no other option. And I wanted to tell you for so long, and I had so many chances to tell you how I feel, but then he... Liam looks at your fiancé,

- ..came along and he took it all away from me. Just like that, in one instant and then you were his. And he doesn’t deserve you. No one in this world can love you like I can and no one ever will. Especially not him. And I know this is really inappropriate, telling you here of all places, but I didn’t know what else to do. This is all happened so fast. I swear yesterday he was proposing to you, and now you’re in your dress and he’s ready to kiss you for the first time as husband and wife. So just… please tell me you love me back, (Ditt namn), because the idea of you not being with me hurts too much, it hurts everywhere, all over, I just aouch. He whispers, and your eyes fill up with tears when his words sink in.

- Oh, (Ditt namn), please don’t cry, love. he consoles, a gentle on your cheek, but it’s not resting on your skin for a second before your fiancé pulls it away roughly.

- Are you a fucking idiot? You can’t tell her that, on her wedding day. What kind of a moron says that to his best friend? I always knew you had something for her, you know? Which is why it took so much convincing to actually let you be up here. If it were up to me I wouldn’t have invited you in the first place. He screams at Liam, and Liam actually looks like he’s about to throw a punch when you step in between the two.

- Stop, stop, stop! you grumble.

- I can’t believe this is happening. Oh god, I need a minute. We need a minute.

You turn to the crowd.

- Just… one moment, please. I’m sorry, but we need to just, ugh, fuck it. you mutter, grabbing both your fiancé’s and Liam’s arms, taking them both to a room to address what your best friend just confessed.

Louis:

You had just finished talking to some friends when you feel someone wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you in for a hug.

- (Ditt namn), my darling. you hear a drunk Louis coo into your ear.

- Did I tell ya how gorgeous you look tonight? He compliments, face buried in your neck while you chuckle at your intoxicated best friend.

- Thank you, Lou. But I think that’s the alcohol talking. you pull away from him, smile on your face as you watch him to struggle to pull his arm away from you.

- Have you seen the rest of the boys? Zayn was my lift home. Louis informs and you do a quick scan, trying to find one of the boys, but none of them can be seen.

- Sorry, nope-

But as you say this Louis tries to move closer to you, only to make you both stumble together, almost hitting the floor.

- Whoops, sorry. He grins happily, pulling him to make sure he doesn’t send you flying again.

- You need to sober up before you do something you’ll regret. You pull him to the closest empty table at the venue hosting your rehearsal dinner, helping him sit down.

- Eat this. You instruct, handing him a bread roll, as it always helped him clear his head when he had a little too much to drink.

- Thanks love. He says, taking the bread roll and eating with small bites, before resting his chin in his hand, sending you a stare.

- What? You blush at him.

- You look beautiful, (Ditt namn). And you’re gonna look so much prettier on your wedding day, when you walk down that aisle to him. He sighs, looking like a love sick boy due to his eyes lighting up and the way he was looking at you.

- That’s sweet, Lou. And you look very handsome despite you slurring your words.You giggle, and Louis tries to playfully push you, only to miss, his hands all over your shoulders trying to gain his balance.

- You are so gone. You shake your head, sitting closer to him.

- You can’t really blame me... He murmurs.

- ..Tonight is killing me. Because I know in two days you’re not gonna be a Miss anymore, you’re gonna have a… husband.

- It’s not that scary, is it? Shouldn’t I be the worried one? But Louis shakes his head, one hand slowly running up your arm and into your hair, resting at you neck. He leans in close, your eyes going straight to his lips before you realise you’re about to kiss your best friend.

- What are you doing? You pull away quickly and you hear Louis give a loud moan of frustration.

- I can’t… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, (Ditt namn). He murmurs and you raise an eyebrow in confusion, encouraging him to keep going.

- I just.. I’ve got so much in me, so much love and I just wanna give it to you, and you only. And I hate the thought of someone else having you the way I wanna have you, it kills me. But I’m too late, aren’t I? Even though I’m in love with you. My girl is getting married soon and all I can do is sit and watch it happen. He shakes his head.

- How stupid am I? I waited all this time, thinking you’d always be there, but you’re perfect, of course someone was gonna get down on one knee eventually. He confesses. You sit there, not sure how to contemplate what Louis just told you, so just watch him nibble on another bread roll when Zayn’s standing by you both.

- Thought I’d take Louis off your hands before he fell on top of you and killed ya.Zayn grins, but you still have a look of shock on your face when he pulls Louis up.

- (Ditt namn)? You okay, love?  Zayns asks you.

- Did you know that Louis, um, had… feelings for me? You ask slowly, and Zayn’s eyes widen in realisation.

- We didn’t think he’d ever tell you. He explains you, staring down at Louis.

- What are you gonna do? Zayn look at you, abitt worried.

- Um, you’re gonna take him home and I’m going to… I don’t know. You sigh.

- If you need me-

- No, I’ll be fine, Zayn. you give him a fake smile before giving Louis one last look and walking away to clear your head.

(ej skriven av mig men ville dela med mig av den )

Niall:

- i know she's Harry's ex. I know that I shouldn't ever get myself into that mess, but I just.. i'm head over heels, Liam. Hör du Niall säga till sin mobilen, när du precis var på väg in till vardagsrummet. Detta chockar dig, du och Harry hade en liten flört för nästan ett år sedan, men det var inget stort, och ni var överens om att göra slut. Just för att ni inte riktigt kännde något för varandra längre, och ni trivdes båda bättre som vänner, Men du var mycket bättre vänn med Niall. Faktum är att ni var bästavänner nu. Eller ja.. du trodde åtminstonde att ni var det. Du råkar göra ifrån dig ett ljud, och Niall vänder sig om med skräckslagna ögon mot dig.

- (ditt namn), you didn't just... hear that?.. stammar han fram, och rodnar, som svar böjer du dig fram och kysser honom.

Harry:

- That would happen me right, Lou? When I finally get serious feelings about a girl, she's my bestfriend. Hör du Harry säga frustrerat. Du blir förvirrad och chockad, men tänker att han måste prata om en annan bästavänn. Ända tills du hör honom säga,

- (ditt namn) Is just so.. beautiful, and serious, but she's not too serious, you know? And it's fun talking to her. I like talking to her. I just... i think I'm falling in love with this girl. Säger han, och just då, utan att tänka efter och helt ignorera att han pratar i telefon med Louis, går du in i rummet, omfamnar honom och kysser honom. Han håller dig om höften och drar dig närmare i hans famn.

Liam:

- No! it's not that! It's serious, this time. It's been serious since I first saw her. I've never felt this way about anyone since Danielle. Hör du honom säga högt, och upprörd när du går in i hans lägenhet. Du skulle lämna tillbaka en film som du lånat, och eftersom ni var så bra vänner knackade du aldrig på dörren, utan bara gick in.

- (ditt namn) is my best friend, I know. And I don't want to ruin that or anything. I just don't think I can keep it secret anymore, Josh. (Josh är Killarnas trummis för er som inte visste) Han och Josh satt i vardagsrummet, och du stod kvar i hallen, helt chockad och språklös. Men det tar inte lång tid förräns du visar dina känslor.

- liam? kallar du, tillräckligt högt för att han ska höra dig. Det blir knäpptyst, och sedan hör du fotsteg närma sig.

- How much dig you-   Du avrbryter honom, genom att springa in i hans famn och kyssa honom.

Louis:

No, I'm not joking. Why on earth would you think that I am joking about something as important as my-

Sedan hör du hur Louis slutar prata. Du står i köket, och skulle bara göra dig själv en macka till frukost, men Louis visste nog inte att du var vaken. Han lät väldigt frustrerad i telefon,

- niall. i would not joke about this. i think that I love her. sa han seriöst, och du tjuvlyssnade. Det kunde ju inte skada? han var ju faktist din bästavänn, och ni visste allt om varandra.

- Fine, you really want to know who it is? Promise not to tell her. promise? okay. Um.. I... it's (ditt namn). Mummlar han snabbt in i telefonen, men tillräckligt tydligt för att du ska höra att det var ditt namn som han sa. Du höll andan i några sekunder, för du hade kännt likadant ända sen ni först såg varandra. Du går snabbt in i rummet, slänger iväg telefonen från hans händer och kysser honom.

Zayn:

När killarna, Danielle och Eleanor bestämmde sig för att spela 'Truth or Dare' (sanning eller konka), lämnade du snabbt rummer.

- just for a quik drink, I'll be back. sa du, men du bestämmde dig för att vänta tills dom spelat klart, för du visste att det alltid slutade dåligt. I vanliga fall slutade det med en naken harry, som alla försökte få kläderna på igen.

Du kunde tydligt höra Louis röst,

- Zayn.. truth our dare? Zayn tar en paus, och muttrar

- Truth. Du visste att han inte heller riktigt gillade denna leken.

-Is it true that you have a big crush on (ditt namn)? Du håller andan, och väntar på svaret.

- Yeah, it's true. Säger han, och du blir chockad. Fast mera glad, för du kännde precis detsamma för Zayn. Du bestämmer dig för att vara med och går in, och sätter dig med dom andra.

Eftersom alla andra redan frågat, så fick du göra det. du vände blicken mot Zayn.

- Zayn, truth or dare? frågade du med ett leende, och Louis övertalade Zayn att svara Dare(konka) eftersom han tagit truth så många gånger.

- Dare.

- I dare you too kiss me. säger du, och innan du hinner tänka klart, så känner du hans läppar mot dina.

Vill bara påpeka att den här inte är skriven av mig men ville dela med mig av den eftersom att jag tyckte att den var bra :) Jag kommer säkert lägga ut flera inlägg/image som inte är skrivna av mig men då lovar jag att påpeka att det inte är jag som skrivit dem :)

Zayn:

You and Zayn where in the limo on the way to the VMAs. Even though it was Zayn’s and the rest of the boy’s big night you where very nervous because not only you where nervous for the boys but this was your first big public outing with Zayn. You checked your dress one more time because the limo arrived at the VMAs. Zayn must of sense your nervousness because he pulled you close and whispered in your ear.

- Don’t worry (ditt namn), everyone one will love you! And with that you, Zayn and the boys got out the limo and started making your way up the red carpet; with Zayn’s arm wrapped securely around your waist.

Niall:

This was it. The award for the best pop music video,

- And the winner is…. You grabbed Niall’s shaking hand as the suspense built.

- ONE DIRECTION! You, Niall, the boys and their girlfriends all jumped up out of your seats and had a big group hug. Before the boys went on the stage to collect their award, Niall gave you a passionate kiss on the lips. As they got their award you couldn’t help but think about how far your Irish Prince and your best friends have gotten in 2 short years.

Louis:

Here you where, watching your boyfriend of 1 year and his band mates perform at the VMAs. You couldn’t be anymore proud of your Boo Bear. After they finished performing Louis got of stage and walked straight to you, and pulled you in for a big kiss. Once you pulled away you gave him a big hug

- You were amazing!

- Well you were my lucky charm (ditt namn)!

There was alot of cute pictures on you the next day on Tumblr and Twitter! 

Liam:

Liam and the boys had just collected their 3 VMA award.

- Wow Liam! You guys did it! you said as he hugged you.

- I can’t believe it (ditt namn)!! Just then Taylor Swift started to sing her song: 

'We are never ever getting back together’. Liam smiled at you

- Can I have this dance?

- Of course. Then you and Liam danced to your favorite song, not caring if people were taking picture.

Harry:

You and Harry where going home after the One Direction’s big success at the VMAs. 3 Awards and performing all in their first ever VMA! As you two where walking out of the venue to the after party, an interview popped up from out of nowhere.

- (ditt namn) what do you have to say about the boy’s success? She asked; you glanced at Harry to see if he doesn’t mind you answering the question. Harry gave you the go ahead.

- Well I couldn’t be prouder for the boys, and they truly deserve the awards after all the hard work they have done. After that Harry kissed your temple; then you and Harry walked away towards the limo to go to the after party to celebrate.