1D Imagines

Y/N Preferences-He Hit You

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Y/N Preferences-He Hit You

Niall-The door slammed open, Niall stumbling inside drunk again. "Niall, where have you been?! It's 5:00 in the morning!" you shouted. "Don't get your knickers in a twist!" Niall slurred. "Niall! I'm sick of you coming home drunk anytime you go to the pub! I can't believe you! This is the 6th time this month-." Before you could finish your sentence, you felt a fist run across your cheek. You collapsed to the ground. Crying, you scurried to your room. You ran to your room and wrote Niall a note,

'You hurt me for the second time. I went to stay at a hotel. Text me when you're sober. Check the security tapes in the front door. You'll see what I mean. I love you but that hurt me to see you like that. -Y/N xx'

Louis-"STOP MOVING MY CLOTHES, BITCH! NOW GET BACK HERE!" Louis yelled as you threw his suitcase out the door. "SHUT UP, LOU! I DON'T CARE! GO FIND THAT 'BEST FRIEND' OF YOURS, ELEANOR!" you screeched using quotes around best friend, frustrated. He was seen kissing her at the park when you were out of town for work. You felt a stinging sensation run through your right cheek. Tears pricked at your eyes. "Y/N, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to." One drop of salt water ran from your eye down your injured cheek. "No. I'm the one who's sorry. Sorry for trusting you again." you croaked. "Don't say it's over. It can't be. We're supposed to live happily forever after. One more chance?" he said beginning to cry at the thought of losing you. "One." you promised.

Liam-"You left me without even saying goodbye! You never even said you were leaving for your tour! I didn't see you for 5 months!" you screamed at your boyfriend of 2 years, Liam. "I told you! I remember telling you to mark your calendar because I was leaving!" he squawked back. "No! You never did! You never do! You're so inconsiderate, Liam! All the time!" You felt to hands grip your shoulders and push you to the wall. Your back hit the dry wall with a great thud. You felt as though your lungs had just been beaten with a bat. You gasped for air. "Babe! I'm so sorry! I'd never want to hurt you! I'm so so sorry! I'll go get ice and a glass of water!" he said, concerned and shamed. When you caught your breath, you tried to tell him you planned to leave. "You can't, Y/N. I need you. Please, don't go." he croaked. "Last chance, Li. Last."

Zayn- "THIS IS DISGUSTING!" you yelled while seeing Zayn's mess. "Don't have to yell about it, bitch," he mumbled. "What did you just call me?!" You had a shocked expression on your face. "I called you a bitch! Deal with it! Now are you gonna clean this up or no?" he said, raising his voice. "Do I look like your maid?" I yelled. He nodded, furiously. "No! I don't!" you screamed. "Don't talk to me like that!" His hand was wrapped around your throat, flinging you into the wooden coffee table. You coughed for air. "Oh my God! What have I done?! Babe, are you okay? Speak to me, please!" Zayn begged. "Z-zayn." you murmured. "Yes, Y/N?" he asked. "C-can you hel-lp me u-up?" The wind had just been knocked out of you. "Of course, baby girl. Please, please, forgive me! I never meant to I just got so mad and-" You cut him off. "Babe, it's alright." A tear rolled off his cheek. "I never wanted to hurt you. I'll never ever hurt you again." he promised.

Harry- "Please tell me this is photoshopped." you said looking at a photo of Harry snogging some girl against a wall. "What is?"

"T-this." Your voice cracked. You tilted the screen of your phone upwards. "It isn't. Is it?" He shook his head. "I was drunk." he said, shamefully. "I can't believe you, you arsehole!" Both of your faces turned pale then red."I didn't mean to! I WAS DRUNK!" he screamed. "Drunk was just part of the story!"

"Just shut up!" he yelled, frustrated like you. "Make me!" Just then you felt a fist hit your stomach. You fell on the ground with a thud, hitting your head in the process. "Y/N! I'm so so sorry." Harry said. "Let me atleast help you recover a bit?" You nodded, in need of help. He went into the kitchen and got two bags of ice. He placed one on the back of your head and the other gently on your stomach. He'd lift the bags once in a while to kiss the bruises. "So sorry," he'd occasionally whisper.