Louis:You couldn’t even remember what you fighting about, but, boy, was it a screaming match. You yelled at him, and then he yelled at you, then you started crying and prepared to leave, but Louis cut you off.
“You don’t get it, do you, Y/N? You don’t understand that I know everything about you. Like how you only eat the pink Starbursts because they’re the only ones that supposedly “taste like real fruit”. When you were a kid, you only ate certain things at certain times of the year, like the time difference affected the taste. You always take at least three band-aids into the bathroom when you shower because almost every time you shower you cut yourself shaving. Incorrect grammar in texting or verbally drives you absolutely mad. You also have to have your bed made up a certain way, or you won’t sleep in it. You absolutely infuriate me because you’re so damn stubborn all the time, but, you know what? I wouldn’t want you any other way. If you weren’t, we wouldn’t be here, together. I wouldn’t be here, standing in front of you, holding the door shut, and begging you not to leave. Because that’s what you do when you’re in love with someone, Y/N. You fight for them. You show them how willing you are to be with them. Even if it means putting your own needs or wants to the side.” He was out of breath by the end of his rant, and you were out of words as you stared at him. “I love you, okay?” With his last words, you fell into his arms, whispering that yes, you loved him back.
Zayn:It slipped out during one of your late night talks, when his eyes were sleepy and your energy was running low, so you both lay snuggled up together, spilling your guts to each other. Now, granted, Zayn wasn’t good with words usually, but with you, he was.
“We walk around with this…this heavy, woolen blindfold on. This whole world, every single person, we all have this great idea of what everything is and what everything should be. We all have this picture of love that’s painted to firmly in our minds. It’s like we all think that love’ll come and it’ll be this spark-filled, fight-stuffed adventure. And it’s all because of crappy movies and over-exaggerated books. We think that there’ll be fireworks when we meet the love of our lives, and that we’ll have to go through so many trials to be with them, but it’s all such a lie. I haven’t once felt sparks with you, but yet I’m helplessly in love with you. We don’t have a major fight every other day, or yell at each other, and yet I know I’m in love with you. I’m helplessly, wholly, and completely in love with you, and I haven’t got the slightest idea of what to do now, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I’m in love with you, Y/N. I love you.” After he said it, you lay there silently for a moment, your cheeks flaming until you rolled over and nuzzled your face into his neck, whispering,
“Love you more, Z.”
Liam: Now, Liam was a very organized man. He had a plan for everything, and for everything that he saw important, he would make a big deal over it. So, on the night he decided to drop the “L” word with you, he went all out. Liam saw it as a “go big or go home” thing, and he definitely went big. He slaved all day over cleaning his house from top to bottom, dusting every inch and placing little candles here and there to spruce things up a bit. He even sprinkled rose petals in some places. After successfully burning his own chicken, he gave up and just called in a to-go order from the nicest restaurant in town and quickly picked it up before returning to his room to fix himself up. When you arrived twenty minutes later, amazed by his efforts, you blushed at his constant complements and Liam knew that what he was about to say was what he really felt. He had no doubt in his mind that he was totally head over heels in love with you. And when he said so, instead of replying, you stood and made sure to press loving kisses all over his face before finally finding his lips.
“So does this mean you love me back or?” Liam murmurs against your lips, and you laughed, swatting his arm.
“Of course I love you back.”
Harry:His green eyes were narrowed as he watched you laugh hysterically from across the room, your cheeks flushed and eyes closed. Harry loved seeing you like this—seeing you laughing and happy, like you didn’t occasionally shed a tear about the hate you received—even if you were in fact laughing at his spit takes he was currently partaking in on tour. He loved you. He was sure of it. No one had ever made him this happy, or this peaceful. He loved you.
“What would you say if I told you I loved you?” He asked seriously, his brow furrowed. You let out an exasperated laugh.
“I’d say you’re crazy.” Harry reached for your hands, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles before he replied.
“Then I guess I’m really crazy.” And you understood what he meant. His confession had your heart swelling up to the size of his massive hands and a smile the size of Texas was plastered to your lips as you told him you were crazy too.
Niall: Your phone call was going on its third hour, and Niall was crunched for time, since their next concert started in ten minutes. He didn’t care though; he could listen to your mindless babbling about your day for the rest of eternity and he wouldn’t mind. So even when Lou was doing his hair, and when Caroline was trying to pull his black and white baseball tee down over his head, and when Louis was squawking in his ear, he didn’t hang up and he didn’t interrupt. But when he really had to go, and he was preparing to sing his little heart out on stage, he said his goodbyes.
“Alright, darlin’, I love ya, bye,” Niall chirped, pausing after he realized what he said. And you said morning for a total of ninety-four seconds. But then Niall heard the best news he’d ever listened to.
“I love you, bye Niall.”