Harry: “Harry,” Niall calls from the hotel room door, “Open up.” Harry just groans though, lying in bed, face buried into his pillow. “Are you dying or something, mate? Come on, let me see you,” Niall tries again. “Go away,” Harry finally answers, though it’s mumbled through the door. He hears Niall sigh loudly and trod off for a second before coming back, the door opening and Niall strolling in. “How’d you get in?” Harry asks, surprised, rolling over a little to look at his friend. “Paul had an extra key,” Niall shrugs. “That’s not the point, though. What’s wrong? You’ve been in bed all day. It’s past four in the afternoon…” Niall sits down by him on the bed. “So?” Harry moans. “Don’t remind me, it’s gonna be night soon and that makes it even harder…” Harry mutters. “Is this about (Y/N)? Call her up if you miss her so bad,” Niall suggests. “Um, I can’t, can I? I don’t know if you realise this but it’s at least two in the morning back at home so I can’t exactly do that,” Harry snaps, turning to glare at Niall. “Any other bright ideas?” Harry asks sarcastically. “Whoa, relax,” Niall holds his hands up, “just wait until a decent hour to give her a call then.” This just annoys Harry more who loudly groans into his pillow. “It’s not that easy. It makes it even worse… hearing her voice and not being able to see or touch her. I hate leaving her, man. It sucks. I don’t like the idea of her being all on her own, you know? I know we can’t be together all the time but… Some days I need her more than I usually do. And today is one of those days,” Harry’s voice softens, not feeling angry anymore, rather sad, and Niall lies down next to his friend, rubbing his back affectionately. “Chin up, Harry. You’ll be seeing her soon. I know we miss people on tour but they want us here too, they know we love this. Just… just hold out, okay? You can do it. I’m sure (Y/N) misses you too but you just gotta deal with it. Call her later, it’ll make you feel better,” Niall whispers, still rubbing Harry’s back. “Thanks man,” Harry murmurs, glancing at the clock to work out what time to call you.

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Niall: Can I ask you something, Liam?” Niall whispers to the brunette boy who looks at him curiously. “Yeah, go for it,” Liam nods, leaning in closer, assuming it was a serious matter that Niall didn’t want to talk too loudly about, that and the fact that were currently in a very busy club that was as noisy as ever. “I just… you have to be honest with me,” Niall mutters, and Liam nods, “… do you think… do you think (Y/N)’s gonna break up with me? Do you think I’m a bad boyfriend or something?” Niall asks. “Whoa, what?” Liam raises his voice. “Where is this even coming from? What has she said? And how drunk are you?” Liam asks, but he can already tell by the glazed over look on Niall’s face. “She hasn’t said anything. I just… I’m gone all the time and it isn’t fair. I feel like the worst boyfriend ever. I leave her and go out and travel the world, and I can only bring her out for like, a week, because she has school and stuff. And then all the bullying on Twitter and stuff, it’s my fault she gets hit what that stuff,” Niall looks down at the counter at the bar he’s sitting at, “I just wish she was here with me. She’s everything and I hate being without her. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, say goodbye to her… she’s my girl, I don’t wanna leave her,” Niall sighs, letting go of his glass and running both hands through his hair. “Hey, mate, come on,” Liam soothes, “first of all, no, I don’t think she’ll break up with you, don’t be daft. She’s crazy about you. You know how much she goes on about you when you’re not around? It’s crazy, and you’re the same, you both can’t stop talking about each other. And no, you idiot, you’re not a bad boyfriend. I see the way you treat her, man, how you to talk to her, everyone does. Everyone looks at you and knows you’re gonna last. You two are perfect,” Liam compliments, and Niall finally shoots his friend a smile, looking for the closest pay phone to give you a call.

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Zayn: “Hey Zayn, Paul wants to know what time you wanna… oh,” Louis stops when he sees Zayn wiping a few tears away. “What’s wrong?” he immediately becomes concerned for his friend, stepping into his hotel room. “What? Nothing, I’m just… you know, watching a sad film,” Zayn tried to convince Louis. “Well I’d believe you but… the T.V isn’t on, so,” Louis strolls over, sitting next to Zayn on the bed and rubbing his back. “What’s up? I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit gloomy lately. You should tell us if something’s wrong, mate,” Louis tells him. “Yeah, yeah, thanks, man. I just… I dunno. Everything has gone so fast, we were nobodies not long ago and now… we can’t even leave the house without getting mobbed. I’m just so stressed, and you know I don’t like all the attention, plus I just… I miss (Y/N) so much,” he ends, rubbing his forehead. “Aw, buddy. I get it. I miss Eleanor too and everything but… you just gotta keep pushing, hey? You know she’s at home waiting for you-” “Yeah, and that’s what I hate. I gotta keep my girlfriend waiting for me, what kind of a person does that to the girl they love? I should be there with her, waking up next to her and falling asleep with her there. It’s ridiculous to spend this much time apart,” Zayn mutters, blinking back more tears. Louis sees this, though, and pulls him in close. “Hey, relax. Come on; give her a ring if you’re that down. I just called Eleanor, it’s a good time over there and (Y/N) should be up,” Louis suggests. “I dunno… if I hear her voice it’ll make it harder, I think. Hearing her voice is one thing but I gotta see her face, man. I gotta hold her. Maybe tomorrow when I feel better… I don’t wanna talk to her and have her be upset too,” Zayn explains, and Louis nods, understanding how hard is to be away from someone you love.

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Liam: “Hey Liam, look at this,” Harry yells out to his friend. “This girl looks so much like (Y/N), it’s creepy!” Liam raises an eyebrow, coming over to look at the girl he was staring at. Harry was watching some ridiculous soap opera in a foreign language which featured a girl that looked a hell of a lot like you. “Whoa,” Liam sits down by Harry on the couch, “that’s weird. What show is this? They look so much alike. I should… oh,” Liam suddenly stops, the girl that looked so much like you kissing her on screen boyfriend. “That’s awkward,” Harry laughs, but stops when he sees Liam cringing. “Hey, it’s not actually her,” Harry squeezes Liam shoulder. “I know, I know, it’s just… I worry that I’m gone so much that she’ll just find someone else to be with. It’s not fair on her; I’m away so much and all that. I should be there with her. And she might get lonely one night and… do that,” Liam gestures to the television. “I just miss her so much,” Liam sighs. “I miss everything. The way her hair smells, she always uses some coconut shampoo and sometimes she’ll steal my pillow and it’ll end up smelling like her. I pretend to be mad at her for doing it but really I love it when my pillow smells like her. I hate being without her, Harry,” Liam moans. Harry quickly wraps an arm around his friend, pulling him in close to him. “Hey, it’ll be okay. You guys are stronger than a few miles that separate you two. Just keep thinking about all the good stuff that reminds you of her. Just because you’re apart doesn’t mean it has to be sad… I mean, yeah, you miss her and everything, but you’re still working out. It’s perfect, you’re still together, how many couples can spend that much time apart and still be working out?” Harry smiles, ruffling Liam’s hair. He smiles, thinking about how Harry was right, you two did spend a lot of time apart but it always worked out in the end, and you always jumped straight into his arms when you returned home. “You should probably, uh, change the channel, mate,” Harry grins, your mirror image on the screen doing more than kissing now, “or maybe not, I wanna see (Y/N) take her shirt off,” but Liam just playfully covers Harry’s eyes with his hands.

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Louis: Zayn doesn’t fail to notice the look Louis’ face when the interviewer brings your name up, asking Louis how hard it was to be away from his girlfriend. Zayn approaches the older boy when the interview is over, finding him leaning against a wall in the hallway, eyes stuck on his phone. “Hey,” Zayn greets, and Louis looks up for a second, giving him a nod of acknowledgement. “I missed (Y/N)’s call,” Louis explains. “And now I can’t speak to her for the rest of the day because she’s busy, she’s got work and stuff…” Louis sighs. “Sucks, man. You’ll find some time later, don’t worry,” Zayn tries to cheer the boy up, but it doesn’t work, and he watches as Louis scans through his phone, looking at photos of the two of you together. “You know I leave and… and I like being on tour and seeing fans and everything but… I just miss her so much. Sometimes I just wanna fly home and see her. It gets harder and harder every tour, it feels worse every day,” Louis murmurs, eyes stuck on one particular photo you two took before he left. You’re sitting in his lap and he’s smiling widely as you kiss him on the cheek. “I get it, mate. It’s hard being away from all of that, from certain people. Just think of how good it’s gonna be when you get home though,” Zayn encourages. “Yeah, it’s our anniversary like, a week and a bit after I get back,” Louis grins. “I’m getting her present over here… she was talking about this necklace she found online and Harry mentioned the place is at the next city. She’s gonna love it,” Louis smiles, thinking about how happy you’re going to be when he gives you the gift. “That’s it, think of all the good stuff. You think she’ll like that you’re moping about all day?” Zayn lightly punches Louis. “No, you’re right, she’d hate it,” Louis agrees. “And would you like it if she spent the whole day crying and being upset over you of all people?” Zayn jokes. “Come on, she’s got better things to do than that,” Zayn smirks. Louis playfully throws himself at the dark haired boy, putting him in a friendly headlock and ruffling his hair which he knew Zayn would be mad about, knowing that yeah, it sucked be far apart, but knowing that you’d be together in his arms soon pushed him on.

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