One Direction Imagines and Preferences

#12 You Tell Him That You Want To Break Up(tumblr)

Harry:

"So, basically what you’re saying is your friends are more important than me. Alright, makes sense, (Y/N). Glad I flew home to see you," Harry shouts, his face flushing a deep red. You and Harry have been fighting non-stop recently, and it’s really starting to take a toll on you as well as your relationship. This time it was because he came home to surprise you and you were out celebrating your friend’s engagement. When you arrived at the flat, you saw him sitting on the couch, roses in his hand, with an angry expression. Throwing your hands up in surrender, you shake your head at the impossible boy, “You know what, Harry? I’m done here. I’m sick of arguing with you over things that really don’t matter. I’m not happy, and you’re clearly not happy if you find the need to pick fights with me every five seconds. I can’t handle the stress anymore, it’s too much. We’re done." You spit, thankful that you finally got the words out, considering that they had been a long time coming. You haven’t been happy for months. He flinches at your words and his eyes automatically fill with tears upon realizing that you’re serious this time. He looks away and swallows, remaining silent. You say nothing as you grab your jacket off the coat hanger, brushing past the very stoic boy. With your hand on the door, you glance back at him, “I’ll be back tomorrow to get my things. Goodbye, Harry." He doesn’t even try to stop you.

Liam:

You’re out with your boyfriend, him having planned a romantic dinner for the two of you at one of your favorite restaurants. You’ve been really quiet all night, your thoughts a million miles away, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed by Liam. He’s constantly asking you if you’re okay, and you lie and say that you are, though he clearly doesn’t believe you.  "Come on, (Y/N), you know you can tell me anything." He encourages, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a friendly, but nervous smile. He knows that whatever’s on your mind, isn’t good news, but him not knowing is driving him insane. Deciding that it’s doing you no use to keep it to yourself, you heave a deep sigh and brace yourself for what you’re about to say. “Liam," You begin, avoiding his innocent eyes, “I’m just in a really weird place with myself right now, and I need some space. I don’t think a relationship is what I need right now." You automatically regret your word choice when you glance up and see the confused look on his face. He had thought that everything was going so well between the two of you, and so had you up until last week when you started thinking about how you feel like you’ve lost yourself. The silence drags on for awhile before he hangs his head, “I guess there’s really nothing I can say to change your mind, is there?" He looks so upset, so defeated. He can tell by the look on your face that the answer is no, and he nods to show that he understands.

Louis:

You’re sitting with Louis in his flat, and you’re talking about your relationship. The two of you have been together for almost a year, and everyone always raves about how you’re basically a match made in heaven. But lately, things just haven’t felt right. You can feel yourself easily getting annoyed at things that you used to find funny, and his snide remarks are becoming rather harsh and unnecessary. As much as you don’t want to admit it, the spark is gone. “Lou?" He turns his body to face you and waits for you to continue, “I think that we’ve dragged this out long enough, don’t you? I mean things just aren’t getting better and it’s not fair for either one of us to keep pretending." He shuts his eyes and nods his head, knowing that even though it hurts, you’re right. He leans into your shoulder and places a comforting hand on your knee, clearing his throat and doing his best to stay strong. “I liked it better when we pretended." He whispers against your skin, causing your heart to sink in your chest. Because even though you know it had to be done, you miss pretending too.

Niall:

"You don’t fucking get it, (Y/N)!" Niall snaps, rolling his eyes and slamming his hand down on the steering wheel. It’s late and he’s driving you home after the two of you endured a long flight home from America. You’re both on edge and the tension has reached an all time high by the time he pulls into your driveway. With a huff, you say “Then help me get it!" He doesn’t respond, but instead waves you off with his hand, in hopes to silence your “bitching", or so he puts it. You tangle your hands in your hair, on the verge of a mental breakdown from how thick-headed your boyfriend is, “God, I can’t keep having the same fight with you over and over again, Niall. Maybe we should just take a break," You say the words without even really thinking, watching his expression change instantly from annoyed to surprised. He’s taken aback and recoils as if you’ve slapped him. "You’re joking, right? You’ve got to be fucking joking." He seethes, his anger growing with every passing second, almost to the point where he’s scaring you. You say nothing as you grab your bag and slam the passenger door in his fuming face, letting him know that this time, you’re not joking.

Zayn:

It’s been three hours and the fight has not simmered down in any way. If anything, it’s escalated to the point where you’re not sure if it’s going to end, and you don’t even remember how it started. You let it slip that you want to leave, tired of having to deal with his vicious temper, and that sets him off. He’s screaming at the top of his lungs, knocking over chairs and you’re crying, begging for him to calm down before it gets too out of hand. “I can’t lose you, (Y/N)." He whimpers, tears of anger and frustration running down his face, “I can’t lose the only good thing I have." You shake your head, knowing how much you’re killing him, how much he needs you. But you can’t keep coddling him, and making excuses for his actions. You need to be strong, and firm, and go through with this. “Zayn, I’m sorry," You say, not really knowing how to make this any better for either of you, “I’m so sorry." He looks at you with so much pleading in his eyes that it flat out breaks your heart. You had no idea that it could ever be this hard.