One Direction Preferences

Heartless-Kanye West.

Harry: "You run and tell your friends that you're leaving me,

They say that they don't see what you see in me."

"What did Harry do this time?" Your best friend Bobseph opens the door to her apartment, revealing you crying. "He kicked me out... Again." You tell her, walking into her apartment and taking a seat on her couch. "Well why the fuck would he do that?" She asks, sitting next to you and rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. "Because I asked him to wash the dishes... I should of done it myself, I know he doesn't really have time to beca-" "Oh fuck him, (Y/N). Don't cut him any slack, if he's going to kick you out because you asked him to do some dishes, you don't need him. The girls and I have told you this before and I'll say it again, we have no clue what you see in him. All he is is rude to you and the people around you, all he cares about is himself and all he ever fucking does is make you sad. We don't know what you see in him, sorry hun." Your friend says, pulling you in for a hug and offering you her guest bedroom for the night.

Zayn: "I decided we weren't going to speak so,

why we up 3A.M on the phone?"

You caved, you called him. After the back and forth cheating accusations you called it quits on Zayn. But tonight, the few glasses of wine you have had are deciding for you that it's a good idea to call him, even though it might be three in the morning and you two haven't talked for a good week and a half. He almost doesn't answer, just as you're about to hang up and redial he answers. "Hello?" His groggy voice calls through the phone. "Hi." You say, eyeing the bottle of wine on the table. "(Y/N), is there a reason you're calling me at three A.M?" He asks through the phone. "Well, yes. I guess, maybe. Sure." You say, deciding to get another glass of the red deliciousness, so you stand from the kitchen table grabbing the bottle to pour just one more glass. "What may that reason be?" He sighs. "I wanted to tell you the wine is amazing." You decide is a good answer, telling him the wine he bought you ages ago tastes magnificent. "You woke me up at three A.M to tell me wine is good? What wine, the one I bought for Valentine's Day?" He asks in a voice that has you picturing the smirk surely plastered on his face. "Well, yeah. It's really, really good wine. In matter of fact, I've already drank four glasses of it and am now pouring my fifth. You could come join me if you want, y'know to try the wine. You bought it, surely you want to try it." You reason with yourself that a glass of wine with him won't be bad, he did buy the wine after all. "You want me to come over for a glass of wine?" He chuckles. "This is why I love you... I really shouldn't, I mean I told myself I wouldn't answer if you called but... I guess if the wine is really that good?" "Oh, this wine is to die for. Get your butt over here Malik, I think my doors still unlocked. You better hurry up before I finish the bottle."

Niall: "You got a new friend, well I got homies,

But in the end its still so lonely."

He's seen the pictures. He's seen the pictures of you and your 'man', as the articles call him. Nothings been confirmed or denied, but it looks like it's official. You've been spotted with him plenty enough times for Niall to believe you're dating this brown-haired Lance. His name even makes Niall scowl, his name just makes Niall think Lance thinks he's above all. Niall doesn't know if you and Lance are a thing or are really just friends, but either way he doesn't like it. You two may have broken up a month ago due to distance issues, but Niall still is infatuated with you. But you've been completely ignoring his subtlw hints on twitter of missing you, so he's trying to move on too, since that's what it looks like you're doing with Lance. He's been hanging out with his single friends at bars more and more often, sometimes taking girls out occasionally. You know about this of course, making you feel like Niall's already moved on causing you to hang out with Lance more often, which causes Niall to hang out with his new red-headed friend creating a back and forth cycle. The only thing thats keeping you from becoming official with Lance and keeping Niall from formally asking out his new friend is the memories that come back each night. You both get them, the memories of the many kisses shared, the sad goodbyes when he left for tours, the nights skyping while he's away... You both aren't over each other and you both know it, but both of you are too scared to confess to the other so you continue just spending your nights alone when you could be cuddling each other now that he's back.

Louis: "And you can't make it right,

I'm gonna take off tonight (Into the night)."

"You can't fix this Louis! What don't you understand about that!?" You shout at him, so exhausted from this endless fighting. "I don't understand how you're letting a three year relationship go down the fucking drain so easily (Y/N)!" He shouts back, just as enraged as you. "It's not easy at all! If you think any of this is easy for me well you're dead wrong!" You shout, throwing your hands in the air aimlessly. "If it's not easy then why are you doing it? Why don't we just let things work themselves out!?" He yells, stopping his constant pacing to look at your reddened face. "I'm letting this go because things can't work themselves out. You've been out cheating on me for the past month and I'm not going to act like I don't know! It fucking hurts having you come back at two in the morning and I have to pretend I don't smell that womans perfume on you! This can't fix itself and even if it hurts, I can't be with you anymore." You sigh, sitting on the couch and running your fingers through your hair. "I... I can fix that! I can fix it all, just give me a fucking second chance! I'll drop her in a heartbeat, I... I just didn't realize what I had back home and I promise I'll make it up to you somehow! Just tell me how to make this better because I can't do it on my own." He goes to sit next to you before you put your hand out to stop him. "You can make this better by helping me pack my bags and staying away from me, Louis. Just help me with my bags and then leave me alone, I'll head out tonight and then I'll be just a distant memory."

Liam: "Why would she be so mad at me for,

Homie I don't know she's hot and cold."

He came home again, with his friends. It wouldn't be a problem besides the fact this is the fourth time this week and it's only Thursday, or if it wasn't for the fact he promised to be home three hours ago for the dinner date you spent your whole afternoon making, or if he was at least sober when he came home at 8 o'clock, way to early to be that intoxicated. Sitted on the couch between him and Niall, you ignore him whenever he requests for you to 'get him another beer' and you shy out of any kisses he tries to share. "What's your problem?" He slurs, dropping the remote to the game console and giving you his attention. "Nothing, everythings all peachy Liam." You say, letting any sober person in the room know in fact, you're pissed by the tone. "Doesn't seem that way... Won't even get me a damn beer." He groans in aggravation. "Well damn Liam, doesn't it suck not being acknowledged? Doesn't it fucking suck waiting home all day for me to come home when I promised I'd be here for our date night, that you spent all day working your ass off to cook the perfect meal, only for me to come home drunk with my buddies for the fourth damn time this week when it's only Thursday? Doesn't it fucking suck Liam, huh?" You shout, standing from the couch making Niall jump with the power in your voice as angry tears pour down your face, enraged that he's upset over a beer when that's one of the last things he needs. "Let me get that beer for you, honey." You say in a sour voice, walking off to the kitchen to grab that damn beer. "What's her  em promblem?" He mutters, adding words and sounds to his words in his drunken manner. "Don't know mate, she seems to be all emotional tonight. She's hot and cold I guess, must be a girl thing." Harry shrugs from the other couch, also too drunk to notice your not so subtle hint of why you're pissed.

A/N Hi so yeah a lot of song preferences is what you'll be getting, sorry I'm just obsessed with writing them rn I actually got in trouble during math class for writing this instead of finding out my debt plan for a math project lol.

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