You like him but he doesn't know and insults you
Harry: A night out clubbing with Harry. It seems like the night of your dreams but as soon as you make your way into his sight he turns his nose up. "And they call me the whore." He spits his words at you. All night you're conscious of your body, tugging at your dress to try to cover some of yourself, worried of what he may think of you. "Lets dance!" He finally calls, pulling you onto the dance floor. His words are still in your mind, more present than ever since he's paying attention to you. "Why are you dressed like this?" He asks, sliding his hand over your body. "This is how you like all your other girls." You whisper back, moving from side to side, grinding on him. "Those other girls aren't important. You're different. You're my girl and I'd like if you'd just cover up a little more next time."
Louis: Louis is caught in his own conversation with the boys, unknowing that you can hear his every word. "(Y/N)'s laugh is so annoying. It's just loud and all the time." He says, the boys all erupting into their own laughter. You thought Louis being the source of your laughter meant that he liked to hear you laugh, the he liked you back maybe. With your feelings hurt you swear not to accept his jokes again, no matter how funny. The next time he sees you he's putting on his best moves, telling you joke after joke, finally losing hope when you won't even crack a smile. "Bad day?" He asks, sounding truly concerned. You look up at him, your voice serious and angry. "No, I just wouldn't want my loud laugh to annoy you." You say sarcastically. He panics, moving in front of you. "No, I didn't mean that. I just get nervous sometimes and the guys were talking about how I like you and it's true I just didn't want anyone to know." He blabs, his words spewing in a rush. You look at him, a small smile growing on your face."What did you just say?" You ask. He begins to repeat himself. "I just get really nervous sometimes." You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. "After that." "The guys were talking about how I like you." He grins, seeing where this was going. "After that." You repeat. "I like you." He finally says again.
Niall: He's been drinking all night, just as everyone has except you. You're sitting by yourself, nursing your water and watching while everyone has a good time. "(Y/N), come on! Dance with me!" Niall calls, moving to you, his hands wailing in the air. You remain on your stool, refusing him, complaining that you're tired. "You're always such a party pooper. I don't even know why I hang with you anymore. Boring!" He calls, going back to the floor. You're hurt by his words. He's your best friend but he's more than that to you. An hour later he's unable to stand on his own, too intoxicated to be left alone, leaving you to take care of him again. Just as you get him home, putting him in bed he pulls you down with him. "I lied about all that stuff. This is why I love you. You always take care of me and we don't have to party. We just lay right here and talk all night." He spills, falling asleep just as he's confirmed that he feels the same for you as you do for him.
Liam: "It's just ugly." He says. You're about to head out with a group of friends for a movie and just like that you're ready to shut yourself off from the world. You're quiet the whole night, only wanting it to end, to be away from him and with him at the same time. He drives around, saving taking you home for last, continuing to comment on your makeup. "Don't wear that again. It really doesn't suit you." He says again, making you grow angrier, ready for him to drop you off at your house. When you get out and slam the door he comes after you. "You always try to seem so innocent Liam but really you're a jerk!" You call back to him, pushing your hands against his chest. He grabs you, yanking you so that you're looking at him, his fingers wiping away the makeup he hates so much. "I don't like it. You're not my (Y/N) with this on. You don't need it. I like you like this because without it you're you." He finally spills, your heart warmed as the guy you've liked for years has finally confessed his feelings.
Zayn: "I really hate your hair like that." Zayn says. You've been friends forever and he's never been shy about expressing his opinion to you. Every time you change something about yourself it's a problem. He hated your bangs, your new wardrobe, the way you did your makeup, and now your short, straightened hair. His words stung every time but this time you weren't able to get out of the way quick enough, your tears burning your eyes as they poured over. At the sight of you crying his face softened and he grabbed your arm, pulling you away from everyone. "What's wrong?" He asks as soon as you're out of sight, his thumbs reaching to wipe away your tears. "I always try to look pretty for you but you hate it." You choke. Suddenly he pressed his lips to yours, soft and sweet, everything you could have ever imagined. "I don't want you to change for me. You've always been beautiful just as you are."
QOTD: Favorite Movie Soundtrack?
A: The Warm Bodies Soundtrack, I literally know every song off that soundtrack lmao
