Sua mão se encaixa na minha como se tivesse sido feita só pra mim, mas coloque isso na cabeça: era para ser assim. E estou ligando os pontos junto das as sardas em sua bochecha, e tudo faz sentido para mim. Sei que você nunca amou as rugas nos seus olhos quando você sorri, você nunca amou sua barriga ou suas coxas, as covinhas nas suas costas no final da sua espinha, mas eu as amo para sempre. Não vou deixar essas pequenas coisas saírem da minha boca, mas, se eu deixar, é você, é você que elas formam. Eu estou apaixonado por você e todas essas pequenas coisas. Você não pode ir para a cama sem uma xícara de chá, e talvez seja essa a razão de você falar dormindo. E todas essas conversas, são os segredos que guardo, apesar de não fazerem sentido para mim. Sei que você nunca amou o som da sua voz na gravação, você nunca quer saber o quanto você pesa, você ainda tem que se espremer no seu jeans, mas você é perfeita para mim. Você nunca irá se amar com metade da intensidade com que eu amo você. Você nunca irá se tratar bem, querida, mas quero que você faça isso. Se eu lhe disser que estou aqui para você, talvez você se ame como eu amo você.
You found yourself backstage, in the middle of the hallway, about to open the door to Niall’s dressing room. You couldn’t take it anymore; you missed him and wanted to see him so badly. You cracked the door open quietly, to reveal your boyfriend talking to his curly-haired best friend, Harry. Your eyes widened at the sound of your name being mentioned. You eavesdropped, trying to get a listen to what they were saying about you. “Man it’s just crazy you know, like, I love what we’re doing and stuff but I miss Y/N more than anything right now, and I need her,” Niall said sadly. Not knowing how to comfort his best friend, Harry patted Niall’s back as he buried his pale face in his hands, to hide his loneliness. It touched you to know he missed you the way you missed him. You longed for him every day and every night. You opened the door widely to reveal yourself, and the two boys’ head shot straight up at the sight of you. You smirked and simply said, “Missed me?” “Princess!” Niall ran to you as quick as he could and spun you. He put you down to give you a long, hungry kiss in the middle of the hallway. A stream of “ew”, “gross” and “get a room” interrupted the moment when you looked around to see the other three boys crowding around you. You laughed loudly as you pulled them all into a hug before surprising them all with their favorite chocolates.
Drunk Liam was a sweet, hyper Liam. After a few drinks, Niall decided he has had enough and brought him home to your flat. With Niall supporting his weight, he threw Liam onto the couch, plopping down beside him. You heard Liam rambling with the thick Irish accent you recognized well and knew immediately what was happening. As you put on your pajamas, you slid down the stairs and peeked at the situation. You found a nervous Niall whisking water at Liam’s face, knowing you’d be mad at him for not keeping an eye out for your boyfriend. “Mate, I have a girlfriend, don’t touch me,” Liam giggled as Niall rubbed a wet paper towel on his face. Niall groaned and rolled his eyes, causing you to laugh at the scene unfolding in front of you. “Her name is, Y/N and she is gorgeous and beautiful and taken by me and only me,” he continued proudly and smiled. Feeling bad for Niall, you took over and he was relieved to know you weren’t mad. After the blonde muttered apologies and left the flat, you took complete charge of your boyfriend jumping up and down the couch. Boy, this was going to be a long night.
After finding out how skilled you were at futbol, Louis made it a goal to let everybody know. He bragged about it to his family, the fans and most especially to the boys. On tour, Louis flew you out to Madrid to meet your favorite futbol player, Ronaldo. You were beyond excited as you jumped out of the taxi and ran into the massive stadium. You made your way to the back where the locker rooms were and peeked at each room to see where your boyfriend was. You finally found where Louis and the rest of the boys were staying. When you were about to enter, you took a step back after Harry mentioned the syllables of your name. “So, mate is Y/N coming?” he asked. Louis sighed, “She is. Just be patient! You’ll meet my hot girl soon but rule number one, don’t you dare look at that bum of hers! She is mine, Harry.” “Chill, Lou. Wait, doesn’t she play futbol?” Liam intervened. “I bet she plays better than you, Tommo!” Niall shouted. You laughed as you saw how your boyfriend reacted to Niall’s comment. Louis was about to protest when you opened the door and introduced yourself loudly, chuckling at your silliness. You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend and soon gave a hug to each of the boys.
The rain showered heavily from the sky and onto your tiny umbrella, the only thing keeping you from getting wet. Well, not really. You closed it as soon as you reached the stairs to your shared flat with Harry. Your trembling hands fumbled for the key inside your purse and quickly put it in the keyhole, allowing access to the apartment. You heard loud screams coming from the living room and realized that your boyfriend’s band mates were present. “Y/N, is that you babe?” Harry shouted all the way from the other room. “Yeah, uhm- just let me get dressed,” you exclaimed back as you dried your dripping wet body, and made your way to the walk-in closet to grab a change of clothes. After putting on Harry’s shirt and a pair of grey sweats, you rushed towards the living room to greet the boys. But on the walk there, your ears perked up to the sound of your name being mentioned by your boyfriend. You hid yourself near the door frame and decided to listen. “You guys have got to meet her, she’s literally like the best,” Harry bragged. “She’s got this sense of humor that just makes me go weak, and she’s beautiful and just - wow.” The boys laughed at their youngest band mate falling head over heels for someone. “You’re so cheesy mate, gosh,” Louis said high-fiving a very giggly Niall. “Shut up, mate. You’re just bitter,” Liam interjected, having H’s back. Deciding it was enough; you walked in the living room and caused the whole place’s attention to be put on you. You chuckled at the three, shocked boys and introduced yourself politely.
You and all of the boys were hanging out at Liam’s flat for the night. You were all in the middle of a game of spades and Niall had just gotten up to grab a few drinks from the kitchen. You didn’t want to look, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Harry looking at you. Maybe it was just an accident, but it kept happening. The stares weren’t very subtle either. I mean, you weren’t wearing anything sexy, just some yoga pants and a tank top. You tried to ignore it but you just couldn’t. You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Niall yelling. “Keep ‘yer eyes some place else, you look like an animal drooling over a piece of meat!”, He pulled you in closer to him and gave you a kiss. Harry put his arms up in defense. You loved when Niall got protective over you. - The rest of the night Harry would not make direct eye contact with you, and Niall liked it that way.
You were on tour visiting Liam for a few weeks and today you and the boys were going to do some sight-seeing. It was a hot day in Paris so you had on your favorite pair of high waisted shorts and a chiffon tank top. You and Liam were ahead of the group, walking hand in hand, and taking pictures of the different sights. You went to turn around to tell the boys that you guys were going to stop for lunch and you were met with Niall who was blankly staring at something. It took you a while to figure out just what he was looking at You followed his line of sight and it lead right to your butt. “Oh my god!” you said a little louder than intended. Liam jerked his head in your direction to see what was wrong, and that’s when he saw Niall staring. “Whatcha looking at Niall? Is there a landmark we missed?”, the boys began laughing as they caught on to what was going on. “Mate, you gotta be a little more discrete than that!” Louis said between fits of laughter. You were relieved that Liam stood up and said something for you. Niall made sure to stay ahead of everyone so there would be no more “staring”.
You always loved going to the lake since you were a little girl. Louis wanted to surprise you, so he rented a lake house for the week. He thought it would be a fun getaway for you and the boys. You hadn’t even been there for more than an hour and you were already in your bikini. You just wanted to be in the water. All of the boys were still inside; Liam and Zayn were looking at the view from the sliding doors and Louis and Harry had gone to get changed into swim suits. You had already gone out to the end of the deck standing above the water taking in the view. Just as Louis and Harry were coming out of their rooms they couldn’t help but notice Liam and Zayn staring at something. They of course went to see what it was. Zayn was watching the boats speed past but Liam was looking at something else. “Mate!” Louis slapped Liam in the back of the head. “Quit staring at MY girlfriend!”, Liam blushed and apologized quickly. He stepped aside allowing Harry and Louis outside. Louis walked over to you and gave you a kiss, then turned around to make sure Liam saw him. Liam made sure to avoid you the rest of the trip and Louis made sure of it.
You had just gotten out of the shower and realized the pants you were looking for were in the laundry room. So you walked downstairs to get them but you were unaware that Harry had invited the boys over. You were only wrapped in a towel but it was better than nothing. “Hi boys, sorry I didn’t know you were going to be coming over, I would’ve gotten dressed!” you said with a smile. All the boys answered you and said it was alright, all but Zayn. He was staring right at you! You felt quite uncomfortable so you continued on to the laundry room. As soon as you were out of the room you heard Harry saying something to Zayn. “What do you think you were looking at! That’s my girlfriend, my eyes only!” you smiled at Harry’s words knowing how protective he got. You loved when he stuck up for you. When you walked back through the living room, Zayn completely turned his head the other way.
You had been outside in the pool when the boys must’ve come over. You had no idea, so when you came inside with just your bikini on it was a little awkward. “Oh, hey! I didn’t know you boys were coming over!”, “Sorry babe, I meant to tell you!”. All the boys said hi back to you but you couldn’t help but notice Louis staring at you from across the room. You excused yourself, so that you could put clothes on but you were still able to hear what the boys were saying. “Hey! Dumbass!” Zayn said, throwing a pillow at Louis. “Wh-what”, Louis said slightly confused. “We all saw you staring..don’t even. Get your own girlfriend!” Zayn was angry at this point, but he calmed down when you came out of the bedroom and sat down next to him. He pulled you in close to him and kissed your head, making sure Louis saw that you were his. Louis kept to himself and was unusually quiet for the rest of the night.
Niall: You stepped out of the Rover and immediately inhaled the Malibu air as your toes sunk in the sand. You missed growing up here. “Mumma! let’s go!” your little three year old daughter Whitney squealed excitedly as she hopped out of the vehicle and tugged your hand, pulling you to go closer to the water. Whitney was just as excited as you were. You both waited for Niall as he unloaded the beach bags when suddenly out of nowhere, teenage girls began swarming your family. You were used to them and you were okay with it, but today was not that day, especially with Whitney around. You impatiently stood by the side, not wanting to draw attention to you and your daughter as the fans took pictures with your husband. Niall shot you an apologetic look and you just rolled your eyes. Suddenly, more people started to crowd around you, making your daughter throw fits and tantrums. Niall’s eyes widened and soon he spoke up, “Guys, I love you and it was nice chatting to all of you but my I don’t really want to spoil the missus and Whit’s day, I hope you can all understand. I’m very sorry,” He made his way through the mass of people and carried Whitney towards the ocean. You were left behind with the bags, with a few fans surrounding you. “Hi,” you muttered walking away, not wanting to say much because they weren’t really fond of you. “You’re really lucky, you know? He seems like a great dad,” you heard from behind. You turned around to look at the girls and said, “Yeah, he is.”
Liam: Liam was going on and on about missing you and the kids, Michael and Adriana. When he finally had the chance to see you, he flew your family to the bands’ current destination, Miami. As soon as you got to the hotel after an exhausting flight, the kids were begging the both of you to take them down to the beach. “Dada, can we go to the beach?” your three year old son asked with puppy dog eyes and Adriana squealed in agreement. “Sweetie, I don’t know about that; aren’t you tired?” you asked. “Please?” he begged once more, and neither you nor Liam could resist the eager look in his eyes. Your family worked with the hotel security, helping you all leave through the back of the hotel, to avoid the mass of people, hoping to get a glimpse of the boys. Soon, the four of you were walking on the busy sidewalks of Miami. Both Michael and Adriana were in between the two of you as you walked in a line holding each other’s hands. You were feeling lucky that the backdoor trick still worked, after years of being with Liam you were grateful no fans or paparazzi caught you. Or so you thought. As soon as you set foot on the hot sand of the beach, fans and paparazzi crowded your family. “Liam over here!” a fan shouted. “LIAM” another fan shrieked. “Hey Y/N! How are the kids?” one paparazzi asked. Another yelled, “Is it true you’re getting a divorce? How are the kids dealing with this?” You froze. “Mumma, what’s a divorce?” Michael asked innocently. Liam turned around and glared at the man. “Man, that’s it. Stop! That’s not happening and it never will. I love my wife and my family very much, now please do your job elsewhere so I can enjoy some quality time with them!” The crowd fell silent and they were taken aback by Liam’s words. It was safe to say, your family enjoyed the sunny day in Miami without being bothered by anyone else.
Louis: For the North American part of their tour, the boys were traveling a lot around the US, especially in California. You were originally from the West coast so he flew you and the kids out not only to see him, but to visit your family as well. You all traveled to Santa Monica, where your relatives resided. Growing up near the ocean and practically on the beach, was something you had missed dearly. This time around you didn’t have only Louis, you had the kids; the twins, Drew and Leighton. They were both so happy and couldn’t contain their excitement in the car. The four year olds loved the idea of sunny weather and the thoughts of playing in the warm sand; the complete opposite of the cold and busy streets of London. You were the driver given that Louis wasn’t familiar with the surroundings. You had only been fifteen minutes into the drive and both you and your husband were hearing complaints from the back of the vehicle. “Ugggggh!” Leighton groaned. “Are we there yet?” “I’m so bored!” Drew grumbled in his lovely accent, which sounded exactly like the way Louis whined when he was fed up. You laughed at them and Louis teased, “Relax, guys! I think we’re almost there. Your mumma just drives a tad slow. If you keep complaining though, she’ll drive slower!” You gave him a slap on the arm for the comment before turning your attention back to the road. You turned left, and finally, the exit revealed the place you had come to miss so much. Unfortunately, it seemed to be a bit more crowded than you had expected for a weekday. The three of you jumped excitedly out of the car, leaving Louis behind to get his surfboard and the beach bags. Suddenly the normality of a beach visit turned into a meet and greet. Loads of teenage girls, who you knew to be Louis’ fans, swarmed you and the kids, as well as your husband who was by the car. The twins still did not comprehend this and all the confusion caused for some upset amongst the two. “Mummy, why are they here, I want to swim!” Leighton complained. Before you could say anything, Drew interjected, “Mumma do something! Make them go, they’re to close!” You panicked and asked the fans to give the kids a bit of space. Clearly, they didn’t get the message until Louis saw the struggle. He made his way to the three of you, with the help of the beach security. “Hey guys, I really appreciate you all and all the support but the little ones still don’t really know how to deal with this, I hope you understand,” Louis declared and you were relieved. The fans nodded sadly, but understandingly as they backed away leaving your family alone to enjoy the sunny day.
“Buddy, don’t let go of Mummy’s hand, okay?” your husband reminded Eric as soon as he saw teenage girls running towards the three of you. Eric was bouncing up and down, ready to run to the crystal blue water. You felt his little hand tugging yours. “Bubba, we have to wait for dada, just give it a few minutes,” you reminded your two year old son. The fans rushed by Harry’s side to take pictures, pushing you and Eric away from him. Some of the fans even began crowding you and Eric. They cooed at your precious kid, and played with him while some took selfies with Eric. You didn’t mind. What can you say? He’s a total charmer, just like Harry. But what you did not expect was for Eric to let go of your hand. Your eyes widened and you panicked. “Eric!” you shouted, causing some fans to draw their attention to you. As soon as Harry heard, he caught your eye, he immediately stood by your side. All of a sudden, his fans weren’t a priority anymore as he started searching for the little guy. The fans were worried as well, but the amount of people there clearly did not help. You were pale, and about to cry and so was Harry when suddenly, a pair of small hands grabbed the back of your shorts. You turned around only to see your son with a toothy grin. “Oh, Eric! Where’d you go? You can’t run off like that!” you sighed in relief as you scooped your baby in your arms. Harry was relieved and color suddenly rushed back to his face, whilst giving Eric a kiss. “Don’t ever leave us again okay, bud?” he said to his son as he wrapped the both of you in a hug.
Request for anon! I changed it up a bit and added the kids into the mix because there hasn’t been many family preferences recently!