17. #17: You've Ruined His Shirt With Your Tears
#17: YOU'VE RUINED HIS SHIRT WITH YOUR TEARS.
Louis: You expect him to be mad for ruining his favorite striped shirt with your mascara, but he could care less; he rubs your tense shoulders with his hands, pecking your nose. "Don't worry about it," he murmurs, "C'mon. Let's go get some toliet paper and bomb that jerks house."
Niall: He guides you over to the couch and sits you down, staying up so he can take off his red polo that has been, er, attacked by your tears. "Nothing the laundry can't fix," he assures you, kissing the top of your head for good measure.
Liam: "I'm sorry," you say in your raspy voice, sniffling while wiping away the last of your tears with the back of your hand. He frowns, pulling you into a hug once more. "Don't apologize." He smiles slightly. "It makes me feel good that you can count on me as a shoulder to lean on."
Zayn: He brushes at your tear-stained cheeks with his clumsy thumbs, smiling big at you. "I didn't like this shirt much anyways," he lies cleverly, not wanting to get you even more upset. "And if you wanted me to take it off, all you had to do was ask...." This gets you laughing. He continues to smile and kisses you softly.
Harry: "Aw," he scolds you teasingly, kissing your lips before laying down next to you on the comfy bed, "Now I'll have to stroll around naked for the rest of the day. You know how much I hate that." You simply roll your eyes and cuddle into him; he gladly holds you back.