Niall: “Got the eggs!” you called running down the aisle meeting up with Harry. “Got the butter!” he yelled. You threw the ingredients into the basket surveying them all. “Eggs. Check. Butter check. And flour?” you read off the list before Harry sprinted away only to return minutes later with a big, white bag of flour. You laughed, “Alright. That’s it.” You walked out of the supermarket moments later with bags full of cake ingredients. “Thanks for helping me Hazza,” you said. Suddenly, about 5 cameramen ran up to you. “Who’s this Harry? Your new girlfriend?” “Who is she?” “What’s your name?” was being shouted at the two of you as you two walked side by side. Harry whispered harshly in your ear, “Stay low. And don’t answer any questions.” How badly you wanted to say that you were Niall’s girlfriend and that Harry was just helping you with something, but you obeyed anyways. When you finally got home, you dropped the bags with relief. Well that was crazy. “What is this?!” someone growled walking up to you. He was holding his laptop with a blown up picture of you and Harry from about 20 minutes ago. Harry’s lips were awfully close to yours since he was whispering something to you. “Niall-” you said. “Don’t even-” he said. “Niall-” Harry tried. “Not you either,” he said before storming off. Your eyes widened as they connected with Harry’s. You ran after Niall chasing behind him. “Niall! Please listen to me! It’s not what it looks like! I promise! I can explain!” you screamed after him. “Then explain,” he said turning back and crossing his arms. You breathed heavily, “Well. Harry and I went to the market-” “Why were you at the market huh? Sneaking around?” he asked not letting you finish. You rolled your eyes, “Because we were buying ingredients for something. And then when were leaving the paparazzi caught us and kept asking us things. Harry whispered to me not to answer any questions and-” “Why were you buying ingredients?” he asked like an investigator. “Because-” you said hesitating. Niall started to walk away when he saw you pause. “Because I was getting stuff to make you a surprise Birthday cake!” you spit out quickly. Niall stopped, mid-step. His birthday was in 2 days and you really wanted to do something special for him, since you really did love him. “Really?” he whispered slowly. “Really,” you nodded. He hugged you, “I’m sorry I doubted you Y/N. I should’ve known you would’t cheat on me, especially with someone like Harry.” He pulled away but still held onto you and smirked, “But you should still stay away from that boy.”
Zayn: You groaned, “Uggghhhh!” You slammed your head onto the kitchen table, “Uggghhhh!” “Y/N? You okay there?” Zayn asked chuckling. “No!” you cried, “I hate math!” He walked over to you, putting down his laptop. “Here. Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked resting a caring hand on your shoulder. “No. I don’t think you’ll be able to do this stuff Zayn…” you said bitting on the end of your pencil’s eraser. “I might be able to. Let me try to figure it out,” he said being the stubborn guy that he is. He stared blankly at the mixture of numbers and variables for over 5 mintues. He scratched his head and sighed. “Whatcha guys up to?” Liam asked whistling past the you to the fridge. “Math,” you replied, “Zayn thinks he knows how to do it but-” “74x,” Liam replied taking one look at the page before pouring himself some apple juice. “Huh?” you asked taken back. “The answer. It’s 74x,” he said returning the pitcher to the fridge. “What? How’d you know that?” you asked. Zayn looked up at Liam silently. “It’s easy,” he said taking a sip. “How’d you do it?!” you asked as if a math god had been sent from the heaens. “Here I’ll show you…” he said taking the seat beside you. For the next 45 minutes Liam explained to you all about the variables and different rules of algebra. “Hey? Where’d Zayn go?” suddenly realizing he wasn’t next to you anymore. Liam shrugged gulping down the last bit of apple juice. You got up, “Hold on for a second.” You walked around the flat looking for him. You found him lying on the bed in his room. You knocked twice before walking in. “Zayn?” you asked. He looked at you and looked away. “Zayn?” you called a little louder. He took out of his earphones, “What?” You were confused, “Did I do something?” you asked. He shrugged slightly and attempted to put his earphone back in. You stopped him. “Zayn,” you said firmly. He sat up straighter taking both earphones out. “Why can’t I seem to do anything? If I can’t even help you with your damn math homework then how do I expect myself to help you with anything?” he asked obviously very angry at himself. “Zayn. You know I don’t care if you know how to do math or not,” you said putting your hand atop his. “But then how come Liam can! Liam can help you with anything…” he said staring at the blank ceiling. “Oh Zayn. You shouldn’t think like that. I like you for you. Yeah it’s nice that there’s someone around to help me with homework. But it doesn’t have to be you!” you said smiling at him, “I love you Zayn. Okay. It doesn’t matter what Liam can or can’t do to help me. It’s what you can do to help me.” You got in the bed and lay next to him as he put his arm around your shoulder comfortably, “And you can help me feel loved.”
