One Direction & 5SOS Preferences & Imagines

One Direction Preference #16-You Tell Him Something Dark From Your Past

*Louis and Liam's might be triggering to some people. Read at your own risk.*

Louis-You had Anorexia Nevorsa. Louis was reading through your diary one day while you were taking a shower. He got to a ceartin part, and his face fell while he read it. You walked out of the bathroom dressed in your pajamas while running a towel through your hair. Your eyes widened when you realized what Louis was reading.

"Don't read that!" you shouted. You tried to get your diary out of his hand, but Louis stood up and held it above his head. You growled at him, and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Why?" Louis whispered. You sighed, and sat down on the bed. Louis sat next to you.

"I was 15, Louis. I'm 18 now, it was three years ago." you said.

"Why?" Louis asked harsher this time. You took a deep breath.

"It was a hard time in my life. I was a freshman in high school, and senior girls would always pick on me about my weight. So, I started starving myself. It wasn't that bad at first, I just wouldn't eat breakfast. When some senior girls accepted me as their friend, that's when it got worse. I started skipping lunch too. At home during dinner, I always had some excuse as to why I couldn't eat with my parents. I eventually stopped eating supper too. I would go days without eating anything. One day during PE I fainted, and got rushed to the hospital. I weighed 80 pounds. I was suppose to weigh between 115-120. Before I started, I weighed 130. I lost fifty pounds. I went to a rehab place for a month, and when I got out my parents and best friend constantly monitered what I ate and when. I relapse when I was 16, and my dad caught me throwing up my breakfast one morning before he went to work. I only lost ten pounds then. I went back into rehab for a month. I haven't starved myself since." you explained. Louis pulled you into a bear hug.

"I'm always here, Y/N. Remember that." he mumbled into your hair.

Liam-You Cut Yourself. You and Liam got back from camping with your family yesterday. It was Friday night, and you and Liam were lounging on the couch. You had on black Nike Spandex and a magenta sports bra. Even though the AC was on, you were still hot. You were scrolling through your Instagram when Liam asked,

"Where did all these scars come from?" you froze, and sat up and criss cross your legs. You bit your bottom lip.

"Why do you want to know?" you asked.

"I'm just wondering." Liam said innocently.

"They're self harm scars," you started. You avoided Liam's gaze.

"I've always been a curious person. I still am at 19 years old. I started when I was 13. I was in the shower one night, and saw my razor. I got curious on how it would feel to cut myself, so I did one slash on my wrist and said I was done. I wasn't. After that, I became addicted to cutting. I cut up both arms all the way to my elbows, my stomach, hips, and even my thighs. My little sister found me one night, and told my parents. They home schooled me the rest of my freshman year of high school to keep an eye on me. When I saw how much I hurt my mom and dad, I realized I had to stop going behind their back. I threw all my razors away, and made sure my mom or little sister was in the bathroom with me when I showered so they could stop me if I ever got tempted. I haven't cut myself since I was 14." you explained. Liam kissed every singe one of your scars.

"You're a strong person, Y/N." said Liam.

Niall-Why you live with your aunt and uncle. You knew Niall was curious to why you and your older brother didn't live with your guys mom and dad. You were pouring yourself and Niall some ice cold water when you decided to tell him.

"They were crack heads," you said, giving Niall his water and taking a sip of your own. Niall gave you a confused look. You leaned against the island.

"My parents, they were crack heads. My dad started when my brother was born, and my mom started after I was born. They would leave Y/Brother's/Name and I home alone for long periods of times to buy drugs. My brother was only four, and I was just a little baby. But he still took awesome care of me. My parents would come home high, and sometimes hit Y/B/N and me. After this happening for three years, one of our neighbors got concerned and called Child Protective Services. My parents got put in prison for life sentences for child abuse and stealing drugs. They took over $50,000 of drugs. So my aunt and uncle took Y/B/N and I in when I was three and he was six, and we've lived with them ever since until my brother moved out, and now I moved out." you explained. Niall just stared at you, dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry." he finally said. You took another drink of your water, and shook your head.

"Don't be. I'm fine, my brother's fine, it's all good." you said.

Harry-Why you live with your step-mom. You and Harry were walking back to your guys' apartment after dinner with your step-mom and younger sister. She's been out of her coma for two weeks now.

"Where's your dad and real mom at?" Harry blurted. You looked up at him.

"Sorry, it just came out." apologized Harry.

"It's fine. You were gonna find out eventually. Any way, my real mom died fifteen years ago giving birth to my younger sister. I was only 1, but I have pictures of her. My dad remarried my step-mom five years later when I was six and Y/S/N was 1. I instantly clicked with her. After being married only for a month, my dad became an alcoholic. He'd come home later and hit my step-mom. After going through that for two years, she turned him in. He got arrested and put in jail. Three weeks after being in jail, he escaped, and there was a man hunt for him for three months. They found him in Russia, and arrested him there. He's now in a Russian prison for the rest of his life." you explained.

"Damn babe, that's awful." said Harry. You sighed.

"I know. But he was an awful father, and I'm happy he's gone." you said. Harry pecked your lips.

"I promise to never do that to you and our future kids." said Harry.