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Niall: You had told your friends that you were dating Niall, but they didn’t believe you. Instead, they laughed at you. So one day while in class, there was a knock on the door. The teacher opens the door, and her eyes go wide in shock. “Hello, may I come in?” Niall asks with a smile. The teacher nods, mouth agape and still shocked. Niall walks up to you with a greasy bag in his hand. ”Hello, princess!” he chirps, kissing you on the cheek. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?” you ask. “Just thought I’d bring you a little lunch…” he replies with a shy grin. He sets the bag on your table. “Nando’s? You’re the best, Ni.” you chuckle. “You two are dating?!” a girl shrieks behind you. You turn in your seat and nod slowly at her. “I told you already, but you didn’t believe me.” Suddenly, most of the girls in the classroom shoot up from their seats and rush to Niall. “Can I have an autograph?!” “Can I have a picture please?!” the girls squeal. Niall looks at you apologetically. You smile and wave him off. “Go ahead.” He smiles thankfully. The bell rings shortly after. “Come on, princess!” he takes your hand and walks you to the lunchroom.
Louis: After a long day at school, you were relieved to finally be able to go home. The only thing is, your mom is out of town and your dad is at work, so you have no one to pick you up. So you decide to send a text to Louis. “Stuck at school, can u come pick me up???” you send. It was an awfully long walk, and you were just too tired to walk. Soon after, you receive a text. “Sure babe be there in 5 xx” you sigh contently and sit on the steps outside the school. A few people were around you, chatting away as they waited for their ride. You didn’t have many friends. Most of the people think you’re an attention seeker because you claim that you’re dating Louis Tomlinson. They think you’re lying but truthfully, you’re not. A few minutes later, a familiar car pulls up and out comes your boyfriend. You stand up and walk over to hug him. “Hey, babe. Tired?” he asks as you sigh into his arms. “Very.” you nod. Suddenly, ”Oh my god! Louis Tomlinson!” a girl shrieks. “Wait, why is he hugging Y/N?” she adds. You roll your eyes and pull out of the hug. ”They didn’t believe me when I told them.” you whisper into Louis’ ear. He chuckles in response. A tall, blonde girl struts up to him and winks. “Hey, wanna come home with me?” she asks as she chews her gum obnoxiously. Louis’ eyes widen and the girl runs a finger down his chest. “Um, Y-Y/N? Can we go, like…now?” he stutters. You laugh and grab his hand, running to the car.
Liam: You had gotten a stomach bug while at school, and so you had to go to the nurse. You’ve been throwing up for hours. All you wanted was for Liam to be here, but he was at the recording studio and wouldn’t be done for another hour. “Would you like me to call your parents, Miss Y/L/N?” the nurse asks. “Just… call my boyfriend, Liam.” you reply weak and quiet, feeling like you would throw up if you spoke louder. The nurse nodded. She picked up the phone and began to dial a number. “Ah, Liam is it?” she looks at you questioningly. You nod slowly. ”Y/N has gotten a stomach bug and would like you to come pick her up.” she says. She suddenly pulls the phone away from her ear slightly, wincing. You chuckled slightly, Liam probably shouted at her. As soon as you chuckled, you regretted it and held your stomach and groaned. “Ehm, yes that was her. Yes— Well, o— Okay, okay. goodbye.” she looked annoyed by the end of the phone call. You groaned again, eyes widening. You ran to the toilet and threw up once again. When you weakly walked back out, you saw Liam sitting in a chair bouncing his knee impatiently. Once he saw you, he ran to you and held you in his arms. “How are you feeling? Are you sick?” he asks worriedly. “I feel horrible. Just… drive me home please, Li.” you sigh. “Of course, baby girl.” he takes your hand and slowly walks you out and through the halls. As you pass by the students, their eyes are wide in shock and they’re whispering to each other. “Hi, Liam!” a girl squeals. Liam waves her way. “Liam!” a few of them shout. “Guys, my poor Y/N is sick. Could you please keep it down? Oh, god. Sorry that was rude. I’m horrible! I—” You shut Liam up by shoving a hand on his mouth. “I’ll wait in the car. You can sign autographs. It’s okay, just don’t be long.” you say quietly. “You sure?” he asks with worried eyes. You smile slightly and nod reassuringly, beginning to walk outside and to the car.
Zayn: (WARNING: bullying) As the bell rang and the students all cleared out of the room, you sighed to yourself, fear building up inside. You had been getting bullied all the time at school. You came home one day with a black eye and Zayn demanded to know what happened. You had to tell him, so now he tries to text you throughout the day to see if you were okay. He even wanted to come with you to school, but you insisted you were fine and would tell a teacher if you got bullied again. Finally, you held tightly to your backpack and walked slowly out of the classroom. Looking carefully around the empty halls, there was no sight of the bullies. You sighed in relief before walking to your locker. As you turned the corner, you didn’t expect the hard shove and you toppled right onto the floor with a gasp. The three girls laughed at you before one of them pulled you up by the shirt and slammed you against the locker. “Such a wimp.” she laughed, the two others joining in after. A quiet buzz from your pocket alerted them. The girl smirked and grabbed your phone out of your pocket. “Oooh, who’s this?” she laughs, reading the text. “Hey boo, you ok?” “Who’s that, your boyfriend?” the group laughs loudly. You feel tears come to your eyes. “Give me my phone please.” you say quietly. The girl shakes her head with a smile and throws the phone to the floor, probably breaking it. “Get her, girls.” she snaps. The next ten minutes was a blur. Punches, kicks, blood, tears. Until finally you heard a loud shout and the punches stopped. “Get off of her!!!” “Oh my god, are you Zayn Malik?!” you hear one of them squeal. “Listen here, you better stay the hell away from Y/N or else. Now get out of here!” he shouts. You heard the girls loud footsteps get quiet and soon they were gone. “Baby, oh no.” Zayn coos as he picks you up. “Zayn.” you cry. “I’m so so sorry this happened. You’re never coming back here again, boo okay?” he murmurs, wiping the blood off your nose. You bury your face in his neck, beginning to cry. Zayn takes you home and makes sure your wounds got taken care of.
Harry: You rubbed your tired eyes and walked to the bed. “Harry, m’going to school. See you later.” Harry blindly reached up and pulled your head down, giving you a tired kiss. “Have fun, babe.” he mumbles before totally passing out again. You chuckle to yourself before swinging your bag over your shoulder and walking out the door. Once you had gotten to school after the long walk, you walked into school to be greeted by your friends. “Hey, Y/F/N.” you yawned. “Hey, Y/N. Where were you on Saturday?” she asked. “Um, I was out with my boyfriend and his band mates. Why?” you reply, running a hand through your hair. “Wow, wow, wow! Hold up! You have a boyfriend? Since when? And did you say band mates?!” she asked with a shocked look. “Yeah, since a couple months ago… I told you about this but I guess you weren’t listening.” you chuckle. “Who is he? What band is he in?” one of your other friends ask curiously. ”His name’s Harry and he’s in One Direction, you might have heard of them?” Suddenly, your friends begin to laugh. You stand there awkwardly. “What’s so funny?” you ask. “Seriously? Harry Styles? There isn’t any way you’re dating him. Psh.” Y/F/N laughs. You huff and begin to walk away, but sudden squeals and shouts surprise you. You turn around to see Harry running toward you, a phone in his hand. He wore a beanie and he looked as if he just woke up. “Y/N! You…forgot…your…phone.” Harry manages to get out between breaths. “Oh, thanks Harry. You’re so sweet, did you get out of bed and run here just to give me my phone?” you coo. Harry smirks shyly. “Maybe…” he trails off as he hands you your phone. Girls begin to crowd around him. “Harry, can you please sign this?” a girl asks. “Of course, babe. Then I gotta get back home. I’m sooo tired.” he replies. Y/F/N nudges your shoulder. “Sorry I didn’t believe you. But come on! You wouldn’t either!” she apologizes. “It’s alright, and yeah I doubt I’d believe you.” you laugh.
