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You find out he's cheating.

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Louis: You and Louis had been dating for over a year now, and you couldn't be happier. He was beyond amazing to you.
"Baby, please stay with me tonight. You're always gone partying, and I'm sick." You practically whine, tugging on his hand to pull him back on to the soft couch.
He sighs softly, lying back down in his previous spot before wrapping his arms around you. "Me mates want me there, darlin'. I'm sorry, but I can't cancel on them this close to the party." He explains quietly, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your lips.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you wiggle out of his grip and sit up. You had been begging him to not go practically all night.
"Fine, whatever." You mumble as you stand up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders as you walk upstairs.
It was a few hours after midnight when you realized Louis hadn't gotten back yet, so you decided to show up at the party and surprise him, hopefully bringing him back without you getting too terribly hammered.
You walk into the still crowded house, loud music and the smell of alcohol hitting you almost instantly.
"Have you seen Louis?" You ask a random guy over the music and he shakes his head, going back to dancing with the sleazy girl behind him.
You let out an exasperated sigh before pushing through the vast amount of sweat bodies, darting into the hall as soon as you could.
"Please, Louis. C'mon." You hear the girl beg as she grips onto the front of your boyfriends shirt, their lips all over each other.
You feel your heart sink into your stomach, tears brimming your eyes as you keep them locked on the two.
You open your mouth to speak before shaking your head. "How fucking dare you." I manage to hiss out, your voice breaking.
They both snap their attention to you, his eyes going wide. "Y/N, I can explain!" He says as he lets go of the blonde, walking over to you.
"Explain what? Have you been cheating on me this whole goddamn time?" You yell, shaking your head before slowly backing away. "I'm done, Louis. Have fun with your little Barbie." You whisper, turning around and walking out of the fowl house.
Harry: So many rumors about Harry and Nadine had been circling around and you had no idea what to think. Harry was one of the sweetest, most generous men you have ever met in your entire life. You knew everything the tabloids said was just to get people fired up.
You had thought this until Harry kept blowing you off or ignoring you so he could be with Nadine. It was all he talked about, for God's sake. And today was the day you finally got fed up with it.
"You're not leaving, Harry." You say sternly, your arms folded over your chest as you stand in front of the door.
He sighs quietly, staring at you. "Baby, Nadine needs me. I'll be home in time for dinner, okay?" He asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he attempts to move you out of the way.
You grab his hands, shaking your head. "The only time you spend with me is when we're going to bed, and that's only sometimes. I want my boyfriend back, Harry. All you ever talk about is Nadine. What's going on?" You ask, annoyance obvious in your voice.
"Nothing is going on, Y/N. She is just my friend, and she really needs me right now." He says softly, grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a hug.
You let out a small sigh in defeat, wrapping your arms around him also and resting your head on his chest.
And that's when it hit you.
Hickeys.
There were fading hickeys on his shoulder that definitely did not come from you.
You quickly pull away from the hug, staring at him with wide eyes. "You fucking prick."
Liam: You had a long day in the office, and you couldn't wait to get home. Li always had dinner and coffee made when you got home. It was something he did to make up for the time he was gone on tour.
"No, mum. I'm telling you, Liam's food is to die for. It's heavenly, but it's the kind of food you know you shouldn't be eating. So, basically, it's heaven and hell all in one." You explain happily as you walk home, a small laugh coming through the phone.
"Well, I better get off of here and let you enjoy time with him. I love you, have a good night." She says and you say the same before hanging up, sliding your phone in your purse.
You finally make it home and you walk in, expecting to smell the wonderful scent of food, but you don't.
You furrow your eyebrows, setting your purse down before slowly making your way to the kitchen. There was no food sat out on the table, not even a trace left to show that he even tried.
His car was out front, so you knew he was home.
"Babe?" You ask softly as you walk upstairs, vaguely hearing the sound of talking and small moans. You arch an eyebrow, thinking Liam had gotten too caught up on pleasing himself to get busy on cooking.
You open the door, your eyes going wide when you see him on top of another girl. "Oh, my god." You whisper quickly and he immediately stops, quickly getting off of her and slipping his boxers on as she covers herself up.
"Y/N, you're.. you're home early." He says nervously, shooting glares at the thin girl.
"And I wish I wasn't." You manage to whisper, standing there speechless.
Niall: Niall had been out and about with friends watching football matches and going to clubs with them all week.
It's not like you had much of a problem with it, but it did get lonely here with the baby at times.
You and Niall had been married for a year and a half. Everything fell in place, and you were basically the goals for every teenage girl out there.
You had been spending all night taking care of your daughter, and now the both of you were curled up on your bed watching the latest celebrity gossip.
"Dada!" The little one yells with a small giggle.
You open your eyes to look at her, shaking your head. "Dada is out with friends, princess." You whisper, knowing she wouldn't be able to understand any of the words.
"Dada!" She repeats, pointing to the TV as she whines.
You immediately turn your focus to the big screen on the wall, your breathing stopping as you keep your eyes locked on it.
A video of Niall and a pretty girl making out was playing, his wedding ring not even on his finger.
"That's enough for tonight, baby girl. Why don't we go somewhere else to sleep?" You whisper before packing up your things for you and your daughter, heading to a hotel.