ZAYN:
"(Y/N)..." He breathed. " I miss you so much. Not a single day goes by where I don't think about you and your beautiful smile and eyes and hair and I'm so sorry for everything. I really am. Please forgive me. Please."
... You sighed, looking down at your feet, "Zayn, I still love you. I really do, but you're just over protective. You never let me live. You are always monitoring everything I do and who I hang out with and I just want you to know that you can trust me and I'm not gonna do anything stupid. I let you live your life, let me live mine."
He nodded, "I promise. I'll do whatever. Just don't don't do this to me, okay? I thought I was dying."
You chucked, "Me too, babe. I love you."
He leaned down and kissed you softly, "I love you, too, (Y/N)."
LIAM:
"Hey (Y/N). Uhm, we need to talk."
You put the milk you wanted in your cart, putting the non-wanted one back in the fridge. You pushed your cart along, with him walking behind.
"About what, Liam?" You asked, still glancing around for good bargains.
"Us," he told you. "I never stop thinking about you. Ever. I've never been more upset with myself than I am right now because I let you go and I'm so, so sorry. I promise, I'll make time for you and we'll make this work."
"Liam, I'm not upset about us breaking up. I don't expect you to pick me over your family, or over the boys. They're your family too. And family should always come before your girlfriend. That's just how it works. It'll be alright, Liam. You don't have to take me back," you told him without looking up, checking out the ice cream prices.
He gently put a hand on your chin and pulled it up so you were looking at him.
"It's not 'taking you back', (Y/N). I need you back in my life. I don't even know how I've made it this long. My house is a disaster and I've eaten delivery pizza for the past two weeks! I'm a wreck. Please forgive me?"
You chuckled, "There's nothing to forgive. You did nothing wrong. This was a mutual decision. But if I can go around telling people that I took back Liam Payne, sure, I'll take you back."
You winked at him, grabbing some ice cream and putting it in your cart as Liam kissed your forehead.
"Thanks (Y/N). I love you."
You looked up from the ice cream and kissed him again, "Love you, too."
NIALL:
He stepped forward, cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours.
You pulled away from him, but spoke softly to him. Your anger had vanished, "Niall, don't do this. This isn't that easy for me and you're not helping."
He looked at you and have a sad smile, "You're not letting me talk. I had to find some way to shut you up."
He paused, taking a deep breath, "I didn't cheat on you. Looking at the magazines and stuff I can see how you thought that, but I would never, ever do that to you."
"Then, why are there even rumors? I know photoshop when I see it and that's not it. The pictures are real," you shot back, the anger returning.
"Her name is Laura and she's from back home. She was helping me get through some things."
Your eyes softened and you gently reached out to hug him, "You know you can talk to me about anything. I'm sorry if you didn't trust me with it."
"It's not like that. She was helping me plan my little speech to ask you to marry me. None of the boys were taking me seriously and she's married so she knows how it goes," he confessed, making your jaw drop.
"You- you were gonna...propose..?"
He blushed, nodding and your heart was in your throat all of a sudden. What had you done?
"Niall, I- I'm so, so sorry," you told him, starting to cry.
"Shh, shh, babe, it's ok. Don't cry. I'm here," he told you pulling you to him and hugging you close.
"Niall?" You asked, looking up at him.
"Yes, princess?"
"Will you forgive me?"
"Of course, love," he smiled, bending down to kiss you.
LOUIS:
"I love you, (Y/N)."
You stared at him, probably looking like an idiot. You were in absolute shock. He had just witnessed you stomping on his doll and he still loved you? Dang.
"Louis, I don't think you know what you just said," you told him.
He had no idea how much it was hurting you that he said that when he didn't mean it. You really wanted him back.
"No, (Y/N), I don't think YOU know what I just said. I love you. I always have and I always will. Can you just forgive me? I was staying at work late to work on this for you," he said, pulling a CD out of his pocket with the words 'For my darling (Y/N)' written on it.
You took it and turned it in your hands.
"It's a mixed CD of some of your favorite songs and some that I wrote about you or for you and I know I should have told you, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't know what to do and I have never regretted anything more than letting you leave," he told you, looking down.
"It's ok, Lou. Don't do this to yourself. It was my fault, too" you told him, standing on your tiptoes and kissing him softly.
"Does that mean you take me back?" He asked.
You smiled, kissing him again to answer the question.
HARRY:
"I just want you to know that I'm not over you and I never will be," Harry said, but you were too drunk to reply.
Smooth move, (Y/N). Smooth move. You thought to your drunken self.
You woke up and found yourself in your bed at home. How did you get here? How long have you been here? What happened last night? How'd you even get home?
You heard a noise from the living room and quickly got up to go check it out. You found Harry laying on the ground, fast asleep.
You chuckled at the sight of him. He must've been sleeping on your couch after he brought you home.
You nudged him with your foot and he shot up immediately. He woke up to your foot, but slept through falling off the couch.
"(Y/N)! I'm so sorry! Are you ok? Do you have a headache? Do you want me to make you breakfast?" He asked frantically.
You shook your head, "I'm fine, babe. It's ok. But thank you so much for everything," you told him.
"I slept on the couch because I wasn't sure what you wanted.." He mumbled out and you mentally thanked him.
Then, out of nowhere, he leaned over to kissed you. When you didn't pull back he smiled and looked down at you.
"Forgive me?"
"I forgive you."
