One Direction Preferences

He hits you

Liam: You waited by the door impatiently waiting for Liam. He promised that he would be back by 9, but it was now close to 1. He walked in casually, throwing his car keys on the table like nothing happened. "Do you care to explain why your 4 hours late. I was worried sick." You shouted. He turned, rolling his eyes. "Please (YN) I'm exhausted, can it wait until the morning?" That was enough to piss you off, "You don't think I'm tired too? This isn't the first time you did this and every single fucking time I let it go. I'm ready to talk it out now!" You screamed. Expecting Liam to yell back, he raised his hand, connecting it to your cheek. It was enough force to turn your face. Tears ran down your hurt cheek as you gabbed the keys, running to the door. "(YN), wait I didn't mean it. Please come back baby...I'm so sorry!" You ignored his protests, speeding to your parents house.

Zayn: You didn't respond well when you found out that Zayn slept with another girl. You first started to throw things at him, but it was useless since most of the things missed. "Why Zayn? Was it something I did? Was it something I said?" You sobbed. When he didn't respond right away, you slapped him as hard as you could across the cheek. You finally got a reaction out of him but not a good one. His eyes darkened as he returned the favor hitting you back. His eyes softened when he realized that he actually hurt you. You ran outside, sprinting the 5 mile run to your best friend Niall's house.

Louis: The One Direction boys were coming over today because Louis wanted to show them the new house that the two of you bought. They walked in following you and Louis as Louis was showing them every room. "There's the extra room we-" Just as Louis was swinging his arm to point, he accidentally hit your face. "Um, ow." You mumbled rubbing your eye. He laughed, "Sorry babe. Do I need to kiss the pain away?" You laughed swatting his head away.

Niall: Niall was very stressed out trying to pack and get everything gathered for the 8 month tour. Niall was running up and down the stairs loading bag after bag into the car. His usual good mood was replaced with a bad one, having only an hour until he had to leave. "(YN) have you seen my guitar? I can't find it" Niall screamed from upstairs. You followed his voice to your room, where Niall was throwing your stuff around causing a huge mess."What the hell Niall?" "I NEED this (YN)!" "What is wrong with you? Calm down, it will turn up." "I can't wait! I have to leave soon! Help me or just leave!" "It's just a stupid guitar, get over it!" You yelled. Niall spun quickly, slapping your cheek. He immediately covered his mouth, obviously regretting it. He reached out for your arm, but it caused you to fall backwards, scared of his touch. You jumped up, running to the guestroom, locking it right away. You slid down against the door breaking out into silent sobs.

Harry: "Who is John?" Harry asked angrily from the other room. You ran into the room, seeing Harry going through your texts. "What are you doing?" You shouted, snatching your phone out of his hands. "Who. Is. John?" He asked, hands clenched white. You laughed, realizing what he was talking about. This made him ten times angrier slapping you hard. You swung your hand back hitting him back, touching your hand to your now swollen cheek. "John." You began pointing to your phone."Is my fucking brother. Next time you hit me, I swear Harry, I'm out the door." You simply turned your back, walking out.