I am Paul Rudd. Paul Rudd is me.
Harry: Your head is down and you try to move quickly from the store to your car, but of course the paparazzi spot you. “There she is!” “Y/N, over here!” “How are you today?” There’s more shouting and the never ending clicks of cameras. “I’m good thank you,” You say, maneuvering through the gathering crowd. A couple of parties and one date with the infamous Harry Styles and this is what happens. “Y/N! How do you feel about the Harry and Kendall Jenner rumors? Is he cheating on you?” You’re at your car now, unlocking the door with shaking hands, “As you just said. They’re rumors. But if they are dating I wish them the best. He’s free to do what he likes.” Once you’ve slowly exited the parking lot, trying to avoid running over the men with cameras, you dial an unsaved number in your phone. “I was just thinking about you!” A warm voice answers almost immediately. You smile, and tell Harry all about the encounter with the paps. “You think they bought it?” You ask once you’re finished. “I’m sure they did, babe. Plus all the rumors Kendall and I are starting just by exiting a hotel will help take the attention off of you.” “I can handle the attention, Styles.” You grumble, not happy that your boyfriend is going on “fake” dates with other girls. Especially a beautiful model girl at that. “Ah, love.” He chuckles. “I know, I know. But I’m not ready to put you through all that. And don’t be jealous. Kendall is cool with it. She understands how it is. She’s happy to help.” You just sigh in reply. “Y/N…” Harry sounds slightly worried now. “I love you, you know.” “I know,” You say quietly, thinking how he didn’t love you enough to let everybody know.
Louis: ”Fuck Larry and whoever started that bullshit rumor.” Louis bursts out, chucking his phone to the end of the bed. You set your own phone aside, more gently then your boyfriend, and turn to run a consoling hand up and down Louis’ tense back. “I know, baby.” ”It’s just so annoying. I can’t even talk to Harry without that sparking something. I mean it was funny I guess at first, but the fans always have to take everything too far!” A vein was pounding in his neck, signaling the start of an angry rant. You lean over to kiss his neck, ”I know you aren’t dating Harry.” You move your lips to his jaw. ”Harry knows you aren’t dating Harry.” Your lips brush his bottom lip. ”And most importantly, everyone who matters knows you aren’t dating Harry.” Louis trembles, his lips pushing against yours with distracted desire. He shifts you so you’re straddling his lap. He’s pulling you tightly against him, each kiss hungrier than the last. “You’re good, love.” Louis chuckles as you lips descend to his neck. “You’re good.”
Niall: ”And here we have Niall Horan of One Direction!” The interviewer says as the handsome blonde boy in the gray suit saunters down the red carpet. “First off, how are you?” The interviewer asks. Niall smiles brightly, “Doin’ great! And yerself?” “I would be doing sooo much better if you were to finally put some rumors to rest.” The interviewer is clever. Niall immediately shakes his head good naturedly, and pretends to try and walk away. “Okay first and most important rumor, is E! your favorite TV Channel?” Niall throws his head back and laughs, “But of course!” The interviewer winks at the camera, “Second rumor, was it you leaving a certain girl’s house earlier this week?” At this, Niall starts to blush a dull pink, “I mean, it was just me mum. No big deal.” He jokes to divert the question. “No no no!” The interviewer crows. “Y/N’s house!” Niall shrugs, “It was. Yeah.” The interviewer moves closer to Niall, “Okay, okay that takes us the next rumor! Now the third and final rumor, are you dating Y/N?” Niall really does blush at this, blue eyes piercing the camera. “Let’s ask her. Hey Y/N! Fancy being my girl?” The interviewer rolls their eyes playfully, “Let us know what she says!”
Liam: You know it’s going to be a bad day when you wake up to your Twitter being blown up by cheating allegations. There are pictures of Liam and his new “mystery girl” that are so very well photo shopped that it convinces you enough to keep looking and reading stuff that is only going to hurt you. Badly. Your phone starts ringing right in the middle of an argument, and the picture of giving Liam a kiss on the cheek takes up the phone. It’s stupid, but you can’t help the surge of anger that ignites within you. You hit ignore, wipe the tears you hadn’t even realized had fell from your cheeks, and get in the shower. You’re standing under the hot water, trying to get those images of Liam kissing another girl out of your head when you hear a noise from somewhere in your apartment. You quickly cut off the water, wrap yourself in your towel, and grab a razor for protection. “Babe?” It’s Liam’s voice coming towards your bedroom. You set the razor aside, and take a breath. “Thanks for ignoring my call,” He says from the doorway. You ignore that, and say. “You got here in record time. Did you drive or take the chube?” Liam sets you with a stare, “You saw the bullshit all over Twitter, so I rushed over to tell you it isn’t true.” Your breath hitches, and the tears are instantly back. “I know,” Is all you get out before Liam’s got you in his arms. “Baby girl. Love, don’t cry. You’re so good to not to buy into that crap that I forget that it can all become too much. Even for you.” You sob into his chest, letting him hold your trembling frame tightly as he presses his lips to your damp temple, and whispers “I love you.” Over and over again.
Zayn: It’s the rare moment when the boys are doing one on one interviews, rather than all five of them squished together on one small couch. It’s getting close to the end of Zayn’s interview, so he’s expecting it when your name is brought up. “She’s a… great, amazing girl. I’m a lucky guy, yeah.” He smiles, showing white teeth and his dark eyes are alight with irrevocable admiration at the mere mention of your name. “But in your profession, rumors can be an ugly business. How does she deal with it, and how do you deal with it?” Zayn nods, thinking of an answer. He could spray paint the ugliness the rumors left hanging over the relationship like a cloud, but the words… “Well for me, it sucks honestly.” Zayn’s eyes flash slightly. “I mean, now matter how hard you try to be a good guy and be a faithful boyfriend, the magazines and what not will always find something to twist out of proportion. I take one picture with a fan and there’s five new rumors right there!” Zayn says, his laugh has a hard edge. “And how does Y/N deal?” The interviewer prompts. “Like I said, she’s great. She trusts me, which is the key to a relationship.” Zayn says, smiling again.
A/N: I have nothing against Larry Shippers before any send me hate.