Harry: Finally the three month tour was over, and finally you were back in Harry’s arms. You’re both sitting up in bed, Harry leaning against the head board, while you rest against his chest. Soon, his head leans down and sits on your shoulder, softly nuzzling to you neck, and you smile at the new sensation. Harry begins to lave gentle kisses on your neck, though, and you can’t help but giggle and pull away for him. “Harry,” you whine playfully, “that tickles.” He gives you a sinister grin though. “All the more reason to do it, babe,” he says, before attacking your neck with his lips, and you screech out with laughter when his hands begin to tickle your waist. “Harold, you’re a monster,” you say when he has you beneath him and he smiles down at you, leaning down to kiss you. He pulls away with a sigh, his forehead against your own when he speaks next. “I love you, (Y/N),” he whispers, and you stare at him - shocked, happy, scared - “you don’t have to say it back,” he assures you, “I just want you to know. I love you, I love you, I love you, and you’re the only girl I ever wanna say that to.” You blush, a small laugh escaping your lips. “I love you too, Harry.” With that, he tickles you furiously again, refusing to stop until you yell out that love him once again.

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Niall: “Jesus Christ,” you hear a whisper behind you, and you turn around to see Niall, a look of shock on his face. “You did all of this for me?” He nods over at the dining room table, full of all his favourites and some food he’s - surprisingly - yet to try yet. “You didn’t have to babe. I know it’s our one year anniversary and all, but really, pizza would have been just fine.” Your smile slowly drops and you can’t help but feel embarrassed. “Oh,” you start, “shit, you’re right. I’m sorry, Niall. I just… you’ve been away for so long and we finally have a chance to have a night that’s just between us. I thought you’d like it, but you’re right… pizza would have been okay,” you mutter, cheeks red and eyes about to fill with tears because of course, you go and mess up on today of all days. Niall is rushing over to you quick, though, and his hands circle around your waist, pulling you in close to him. “(Y/N), no, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that you didn’t have to go out your way to do this just for me. You’re perfect, though, babe, doing all of this me. How many lads can come home and say he’s got a girl who’ll make a meal like this, hm?” He says, kissing your forehead. “Smile, babe. I love it, really. And I love you.” You look down from the ground to look up at the Irish boy, mouth open a bit. “You what?” You ask him. “You know what I said,” he grins. “I love you, (Y/N).” You smile shyly, “I love you, too,” and he smiles even wider at this, before pulling you into a kiss.

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Zayn: You’re torn between screaming of joy and fear when you log onto Twitter that night and check your replies. You see Zayn has mentioned you in a tweet, something that started off completely normal and ended the total opposite. “@(yourtwittername) missing you babe. calling you later tonight. love you xx,” was repeating through your head over and over, love you. You and Zayn had been together for nearly a year now, and while everything was perfect, you weren’t exactly sure how you felt about the love mention on Twitter, considering it was the first time either of you had said that word. Like promised, Zayn rings, and although you want to avoid an awkward conversation, you miss him terribly so you answer the phone. “Hey babe!” He greets happily. “God, I miss you. What are you up to? Did I get the time difference right?” You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a monotone “um…” to which Zayn instantly catches onto. He sighs, “This about that silly little tweet, isn’t it, (Y/N)? I don’t expect you to say it back, love. I don’t need you to. It would be nice, but I just wanted you to know how I feel. I do love you, babe, you know I’m crazy about you. According to Niall I was even talking about you in my sleep the other night. You drive me crazy even on the other side of the world,” he finishes, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Its then you realise that the four letter word wasn’t so scary after all. “I love you too, Zayn.”

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Liam: You and Liam are sitting together in his dressing him, and you’re silently watching him fix his vest in the mirror, magazine in your hand. With one final adjustment, he spins around to face you, smile wide on his face. “So, how do I look?” He asks, arms spread wide. You stare up at him from the couch and a small smile forms on your face when you see your boyfriend. “Dashing as usual, Liam.” He laughs at this before joining you on the couch, throwing one arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. “What’s this?” He asks, snatching the magazine from your hand, reading the page titled ‘One Direction Infection’ which he grins at. “Something about the lovely boys of One Direction writing songs about their girlfriends. Fact or fiction, Payne?” “Fact, babe,” he says, and you lean in closer to him. “Really? A song? Can I hear it? Please?” You beg, and he shakes his head at you with a laugh. “I wish I could, but it’s in the works, love. I promise you when we’re done you’ll be the first to hear it. Besides the whole thing is just about me missing you, wanting to call you, how much I love you, blah blah-” But he stops, realising what he’s just said, and he slowly sets the magazine down. “Liam,” you stretch out playfully, and he covers his face with his hands. “I love you, so what?” He smiles, and you scream out that you love him too when he tackles you to the couch.

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Louis: You and Louis finally had a moment of piece just for the two of you, and you both sit in the lounge room, watching bad television just to make jokes about those on the screen. “I’m bored, love,” he yawns, at you can’t help but yawn too. “What do you wanna do then?” He makes a loud “hmm” sounds before he shrugs. “I would say we should probably prank call Harry, but he already knows all my fake accents by now,” you pout, and Louis laughs out loud, loving that you liked annoy Harry just as much as he did. “Have I ever told you much alike we are?” He asks, and you turn to face him, your head leaning against the couch. “Like… sometimes I think we’re the same person, and I know people always say that it’s hard to get along with anyone who is so much like yourself but… But we’re different, aren’t we? We’re not this… full on serious couple. We trust each other and we’re there for each other, but we can make fun of ourselves too. I like that, (Y/N), that you don’t take yourself too seriously. It’s one of the reasons why I love you so much.” Your eyes widen. “What?” “What?” He repeats. “Did you just-” But Louis cuts you off. “Nope.” And you two sit there silently for a moment before you grab his hand. “I love you too, Louis,” you smile. “Oh, thank god,” he yells loudly, pulling you into his lap.

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