NATHAN: Always that last one to admit he’s wrong. Fights could go on for days, not being resolved because he can’t admit he’s wrong first. The hoarse throats, the dried tears, the nights slept on the couch meant nothing to him aslong as he didn’t have to admit he was wrong. But finally after days of unbearable silence in the kitchen grabbing cups of tea, you confess to him that you were wrong and sorry. The stubborn mask Nathan put on his face slowly fades as his edges soften and he replies “I’m sorry, I was wrong”
SIVA: Always the last one to finish getting ready. The boys always took the mick out of him for talking longer then his girlfriend to get ready. But now that you and Seev were in LA, and the boys were no where close to tease him about anything, he took complete advantage of it. You would be sitting on the white square couch, very LA, eyes glued to your phone, waiting for Siva for a good half hour. He would sprint down the stairs, and take one last look in the mirror before deciding, yeah I’m ready to go. But it never failed to make you blush when he would say, “I take longer then you, but you, by far, look better then me” with a soft kiss to your forehead.
JAY: Always the last to be down. You watched Jay on the last night of the Word Of Mouth Tour, as he would skip around stage, doing goofy antics to keep the boys up to their normal hype. “Glad You Came” was coming up really fast and the boys faces and body language fell because of it. Jay was still moving around stage, playing around with the guys until “Glad You Came” started. His smile never faltered, but you could tell he was starting to feel what the other boys felt. Jay would put his arms around the other boys, still wanting them to make this the best song they’ve performed.
MAX: Always the last one out of bed. Days could pass by easily when you and Max lie in bed together. Sometimes it gets boring, just lying in your room all day, but other days it’s nice when you’ve had a tough day at work. Although most days it’s tough, because on one hand you have to get ready for work, but on the other there’s a bald tattooed man waiting in bed for you. Max’s protests and pouts were never enough to get what he wants, but on weekends it was a nice change to give in to his whining and stay with him.
TOM: Always the last one to admit he’s tired. Whether it would be because of multiple shows in a row, or because it was just getting late, Tom would never be the one to say the words “I’m tired”. This particular night you were tucked underneath Tom’s shoulder chatting to Jay and Siva when you could feel Tom’s head resting against yours. His eyes were shut and his mouth was slightly agape. Smiling softly at him, you nudged him. “I’m tired, wanna go?” You whisper, as Tom quickly opens his eyes and nods slowly. “I guess I’m tired too”
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