Zayn: "No more, Zayn. No more empty promises, no more apologies, no more anything. I am done!" You shouted. You'd just gotten into another huge fight with your boyfriend Zayn. You had not even wanted to date him, much less fall in love with him. You'd told him time and again how much you hate smoking, yet he continued to go back to it. You'd told him you don't like too many tattoos, yet he continued to get more and more. You'd told him that this whole relationship was a bad idea and that someone was going to get hurt, but he hadn't listened. He said he was sorry, but you weren't buying it anymore. Tonight, when he had come home drunk and reeking of cigarette smoke was the final straw. You knew your heart couldn't handle the disappointment again. So you'd left. You knew that you wouldn't take him back, not in a million years. Zayn knew it too, and you were glad.
Niall: You were pregnant, with Niall Horan's baby. Neither of you had been expecting this, you were only 19. "Y/N, I'm home," you heard Niall shout. You quickly hid the tests and dried your tears, hoping you could get away without telling him. You loved him too much to ruin his career with a baby. "Hey, Niall," you said, walking down the stairs. "Hey babe." He pulled you in for a hug. He can feel that you're tensing under his touch. "What's wrong, Y/N?" he asks. "Niall, I don't think this is going to work," you whisper, trying to keep your voice under control. Niall pulls away and looks at you, "What do you mean?" You don't really know what to say now, so you just mumble; "I'm sorry, I love you, but I have to go. It will be better in the long run, I promise." You turn around and walk out the door to your car, ignoring the shouts of protest coming from your now ex-boyfriend. This isn't the way you wanted it to end, but it had to be this way. It was the best way not to hurt him.
NOTE: This is part one of a two-part story.
