One Direction Preferences

Your Asked To Leave

Harry: His cheek is flushed red, but not from embarrassment. You look down at your hand, the sting still there. "Okay you two, that's enough," Paul says stepping in between your glares. "Why would you even bring that up?" You seethe. Harry just stares over Paul's shoulder at you, knowing he had broken his promise to not bring up your past mistakes, but not at all sorry he had. "Huh? Why?!" You shout, stepping closer to him, Paul reaching out his hand to keep you back. "I thought we had moved past this Harry. You said we were starting over." Tears begin to fall once more as the thought of him not actually forgiving your past came back. It had been nearly a year ago, and your relationship had ended because of it. Because of you. The possessive demeanor that once controlled you had ruined your relationship with him. It was the trust issues. He had never done anything to give you a reason not to trust him though. So when you were constantly asking him questions about every part of his life he began to get annoyed. Your actions brought on some of your worst fights. You were so blinded by your love for him, your possession, that you couldn't see how badly you were tearing him apart. He had tried for the longest time to wait it out in hopes you would eventually let your insecurities go. It didn't come, though. Even his mom advised him to end the relationship. The day it ended was the day you ended. The words 'crazy bitch' still haunted you. You had never seen him so angry with anyone, but the fact that it was all directed towards you hurt the most. You hadn't seen it coming, and it left you completely shattered. You had nothing. You were apart for months; way too long. Every day harder than the last. You had fought your way back though, to prove to him that you had changed while on your own. You really had. No longer did you feel the need to constantly know where he was and what he was doing. You called him less, and trusted him more. Remembering that even before he had never done anything to make you think otherwise. The time away from him killed you, made you want to be better. He made you want to be better. But in this moment he had brought everything back. "So we're back to you not trusting me? We're back to you being a crazy bitch again?" His words had hit you just as they had all those months ago. You couldn't stop yourself from smacking him. "We can't start over if you haven't actually changed," he replies, his eyes still locked on yours. "You know I've changed!! You know I have!" You counter, your body pushing up against Paul's, your anger showcased in every action. You had worked so hard to get him back, how could he be saying these things? How could he bring you back to that time in your life? You had only asked him what his plans were after the show, seeing as by this point in the day the two of you had already come up with something post show. It's like your question was his trigger; bringing everything back, bringing your past back. He wasn't over it, your past. If you couldn't ask him about his plans without him reacting like this then he wasn't over it, wasn't over you treating him like you used to. He had told you over and over that he had forgiven you, and that he had missed you not being around, no matter the treatment. As your thoughts take over and you realize that he wasn't actually over your mistakes the anger rises. He had you thinking everything was alright. That you changing had worked. That the two of you were finally going to be alright. That wasn't the case. You launch past Paul at this realization, everything in you seething. This time your fist is what connects to his face, his head turning after the connection. Paul's arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back away from Harry. "LIAR!" You shout as Paul continues to hold you back. "You said we were going to be alright!" Harry continues to look at the floor, turning away from you to walk out of the room. "Don't walk away from me Harry!" He is though, he's gone. "I think it's best you leave, too," Paul says, slowly releasing his grip from around your waist. "And go where? The dressing room?" There weren't many places in the stadium that would keep you away from Harry. "The hotel," Paul returns. You look up at him in confusion. "I think it's best you just leave here all together."

Liam: Smiling. You can't help it. You were so glad he was home even if it was just for a few days. His hand is in yours as he drives to dinner. Exactly what he had promised to do once he returned. You loved the concentration on his face when he drove. "What?" He questions, his eyes focused on the road. You shake your head, still staring at him. "Nothing." He smiles, squeezing your hand tighter. You were so happy to have him back. "You want to walk, or no?" He asks, having been searching for parking as he drove through Soho. "Whatever you want to do, I don't mind to walk." Liam looks down at your choice of shoe and laughs. "We'll get a place up front." As he slowly passes Hix, still searching, you point out a place he can fit in that's only a block away. After parking along the street he gets out only to walk around the front of the car and into the street to open your door. "Always looking out for me," you tease with a smile. "Always." He takes your hand as he shuts your door back, escorting you over to the sidewalk and away from the traffic. "Good evening, Mr. Payne," the woman at the hostess stand greets with a smile. No need to tell her the name the reservation was under. "You're table is right this way." She leads you through the restaurant, eyes looking up as the public realizes Liam is back in town. He pushes your chair under the table before coming around to take his seat across from you. "So polite tonight," you acknowledge playfully, having missed all of his small gestures that made you feel so important. "Can we get the Isabel Estate Pinot Noir," he requests, handing the wine list back to the server that had joined you. "Yes, sir." "Expensive taste, there Mr. Payne," you tease, tracing circles on his hand from across the table. This moment was perfect. You were overjoyed to finally have him back with you. You had been looking forward to this dinner ever since he had promised it to you a week ago. "We'll go wherever you want to go, no changing of plans, no interruptions. I promise." You watch as the server comes back with Liam's wine request, setting down two glasses in front of you and beginning to pour. "To finally being back," Liam toasts, holding his glass towards you. You chuckle slightly at his tribute, tapping your glass with his in agreement. "I'll do the Aberdeenshire fillet," Liam answers once the server had returned for the dinner order. "I'll have the Smoked Haddock." Your favorite; you loved it here. As Liam pours you another glass of wine, the two of you are approached by the woman from the hostess stand followed by a well-dressed man, you recognized him as the owner. You had only seen him once though, he was never usually around. "Good evening Mr. Payne, glad to have you back with us," he begins as the hostess leaves him to talk with the two of you. "It's great to be back Mark, how are you?" Liam greets, extending his hand. "I'm doing well," he responds, pausing only a short moment before continuing with the purpose of his visit. "It seems there is a situation happening outside, and it's starting to be more than we can control." Liam listens intently, unsure of exactly what he is talking about. "My staff knows not to disclose who comes in and out of this restaurant to the media, so I'm not sure how, but there are at least fifty paparazzi standing right outside the front entrance." Your eyes grow wide. "Fifty?" You question softly. You've never even seen that many around with all five of the boys. "Yes, they know they aren't allowed inside, but that isn't stopping them from pressing up against the front of the building. It's becoming dangerous." "What should we do?" Liam asks, willing to help in any way. "Well I don't want to have to do this. Your loyalty to Hix means so much, but I'm going to have to ask two of you to leave." Liam looks from Mark to you, his promise having just been broken. You nod your head knowing it was what needs to be done. If the two of you stayed the numbers would grow and the rest of the customers and staff would be put into even more danger. "Okay, yeah, we'll go," Liam responds, getting up from the table, reaching in his pants pocket for his wallet. "No, no," Mark says holding his hand up to stop him. "It's on me." "No Mark, that's a seventy pound bottle of wine, I'm paying for it." Mark shakes his head, pushing Liam's wallet away. "Just tell me you'll come back," Mark states, compassion in his smile. "Yes, of course, you know we love it here," Liam responds, taking your hand as Mark escorts you back through the restaurant to face the crowed you had gathered outside.